[ WP ] A most noble paladin has fallen and decides to go evil . The problem is , they 're miserable at being ... you know , evil . Our former holy knight is trying to please the Dark Gods by doing really mundane things like littering and jaywalking .

`` Oh, great and powerful Wazadin! Hear me, see me, and be pleased with the sacrifice of this humble being!'' Holy Paladin Derrick said, his hands high above his heads as he shouted to his Lord. He stood at the edge of the main road towards town, his silver armor glistening in the sunshine. Around him, a few patrons of the nearby city rode towards its great gates, ignoring the fallen Paladin. `` Take my sacrifice, and use the power it gives to smite your enemies!'' 
 
 Derrick took a few steps forward into the road, where a horsemen casually moved out of the way as he passed in front of him. He walked with his eyes shut, his hands at his side, and he took a step every few seconds. 
 
 `` Oi! Paladin, get out of the way. I've got goods to trade.'' The horsemen said, his carriage of silk and cloth filled to the brim. 
 
 `` A Paladin no longer,'' Derrick shouted, `` an acolyte of the Dark Lord Wazadin!'' 
 
 `` I do n't care what you are! Move.'' The horsemen hit the reigns and began to push past the Paladin. He was struck by the side of the carriage and pushed into the ground. His silver armor now being covered with the dirt and mud of the ground. 
 
 Derrick grunted as he pushed himself off the ground. He wiped the mud off the center of his chestplate and threw it onto the ground. `` Wazadin will punish the infidels such as you!'' 
 
 `` Sure he will!'' 
 
 Derrick wiped his hands off on the cloth hanging from his side. He used it to clean the rest of his chestplate off. An ordinary Paladin would have a sigil of a flaming sword, instead, Derrick's plate had a sigil ( of which he painted on himself ) of Wazadin's symbol, a red nine-pointed star. 
 
 Once his chestplate was cleaned, he looked at the cloth in his hand. It was now muddy and worthless. He grinned, `` Great Wazadin! Take this sacrifice of destruction and hate and give power to your Acolytes!'' Derrick threw the cloth on the ground, and for the first time in his life, he *littered*. He smiled a big smile as he started to walk towards the city, intent on spreading his evil ways into the heart of the Holy Paladins. 
 
 The trek was a short one, in which he shoved and pushed passed other patrons, each time shouting nonsense about Wazadin and being his acolyte. It was n't long before people were shouting at the Paladin, telling him to learn his manners and be a holy man. He laughed at each of them, and by the time he reached the gates, people had already heard about the `` arsehole Paladin.'' 
 
 `` Derrick!'' A voice yelled from within city. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. `` Is that you?'' A hand slapped his shoulder and he turned to face the man. In front of him, was another Paladin, his flaming sword sigil still glowing strong on his place. It was one of his old friends, Trent, and the man who trained him. `` I thought you were dead!'' 
 
 `` Dead I was!'' He shouted, `` But the great Lord Wazadin returned me to this land. To spread his voice.'' 
 
 Trent laughed. `` Wazadin! Oi, that's a funny joke D!'' 
 
 `` A joke?'' Derrick hit his chestplate, smearing some of the paint off. `` It is no joke. The Paladins left me for dead and the Dark Lord rose me to fight his fight!'' 
 
 Trent looked around, seeing the people stare at Derrick and spit on the ground. In an instant, it clicked. `` Wait, you're the one these people are talking about?'' 
 
 `` I see my reign of terror is spreading!'' 
 
 `` No Derrick, just your reign of stupidity and doucheness.'' 
 
 Derrick raised an eyebrow. `` What?'' 
 
 `` D, did you forsake the Order?'' 
 
 `` The Order had forsaken me long before I did.'' 
 
 Trent did n't waste any time, he pulled his sword from his sheath and shook his head. `` I am sorry D, you know the rules.'' Trent was, if anything, loyal to the Order of the Holy Paladins. They had taken oaths long before they had received their chestplates or their swords. They had grown up believing in the Order. One did not forsake them so easily. `` You have to leave the city.'' 
 
 `` Wazadin sent me here to deliver his words.'' 
 
 `` Then Wazadin should have sent you with an army.'' He poked Derrick with the sword. 
 
 Derrick stepped forward, but then a foreign voice came over him. *Leave him. Do not throw away your life so easily. * He shook his head around, as if a bug was flying around him. `` Who is there?'' 
 
 Trent stood there, his weapon still pointed at Derrick. He eyed him up and down. 
 
 *If you truly wish to serve Wazadin, leave the city. You will find me. * 
 
 `` Who are you?'' He swatted the air and Trent took a step backwards. 
 
 *An acolyte of our Lord. Now, listen to me, and leave the city. * 
 
 Derrick did n't waste any time. He started to run backwards, then turned and ran straight for the gates. He pushed them open in one great heave and busted through them. Trent, on the other hand, placed his sword back in his sheath as another Paladin approached him. `` Who was that?'' 
 
 `` Derrick. He's gone mad.'' 
 
 `` Heard he was dead.'' 
 
 Trent shrugged, remembering that his loyalty was with the Order, and not with friends. `` He soon will be.'' 
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 Derrick ran into the forest near the city, panting heavily as he finally stopped next to a great oak tree. He spun his head around, looking every which way in the forest before the voice came back to him. This time, it was not in his head. 
 
 `` Welcome, Paladin.'' 
 
 He looked at the figure coming out of the forests. She was wearing a full cloak, black, except for the red nine-pointed star on the cloth hanging from his belt. Most of her face was covered, but Derrick could see the bottom of her face. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' 
 
 `` A servant of Wazadin, the one you say you worship.'' 
 
 Derrick stood proudly, `` I do worship him!'' 
 
 `` So you say, but you worship him wrong. Litter? Jaywalking?'' The figure scoffed as she walked around Derrick, `` Sins of a child. Not of a servant.'' 
 
 `` He brought me back from death.'' Derrick followed the figure. `` I aim to do what I must to give him my all.'' 
 
 `` If that is true, then you must do better.'' 
 
 `` I can. I will.'' 
 
 She stopped in front of him and removed her hood. Derrick was amazed that the figure was not hideous, but instead a beautiful dark-skinned woman with black and white eyes. She was nothing like he expected. `` I am Sokira.'' 
 
 `` You are a Cultist.'' 
 
 `` And you seem to me like a Paladin who has lost his way.'' 
 
 He looked at the dirt. `` They left me for dead. I felt the life drain from my body, then return. Only the nine-pointed star remained in my head.'' 
 
 She smirked, `` It comes to us in our times of need. Wazadin chooses and we give him our lives in return. But you did not follow the Star.'' 
 
 `` It gave me no direction.'' 
 
 `` It did. If only you could see.'' 
 
 He took a step forward, `` Teach me.'' 
 
 She smiled this time and Derrick could see the fangs protruding from her teeth. Servants of Wazadin, vampires of the Dark Lord. `` You must complete the ritual. In which you will become one of us.'' 
 
 Derrick smiled and knelt before Sokira. `` I will do anything.'' 
 
 She knelt in front of him and carefully removed his helm. `` The first step is the transformation, Derrick. You will have visions, strong ones. It is your duty to make them coherent, and follow the Star.'' 
 
 He nodded. `` And follow it I will.'' 
 
 Derrick sat there as Sokira came closer to his neck. In one quick motion, she bit him and he cried out in agony. He threw his head back as the bite hurt and burned. But soon, his eyes glazed over in his head and his vision went black. Now, he was standing before Wazadin himself. And the nine-pointed star was telling him where to go. 
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