[ WP ] A Spanish Inquisitioner learns that his entire family are heretics and that he is the only Catholic among them .

Eight-hundred long years spent pushing the Mohammedans out of the Iberian peninsula. Decade after decade of finding the Morrano. Santiago and his predecessors tried their best to preserve Christendom and it's Greco-Roman origins. For years he had worked to bring the truth into the light of day. On some occasions he had no choice but to turn over his charges to the crown for relaxation. This had been a blessedly rare occurrence. 
 
 `` Oh, merciful God in heaven! H-how can I deny it!? My family, my blood! Heathens! They refuse the truth of Christ!'' Head in his hands he cried openly, for the first time since leaving home. 
 
 Upon hearing Santiago's weeping, a young friar comes into his study, worry etched across his face. He places a kind hand upon his mentor's shoulder. 
 
 `` What is wrong, Sir?'' 
 
 `` How!? How could I have b-been so-so blind!? How c-could I have not seen it!?'' The friar pulled his old friend and teacher into an embrace. Then he looked down at the papers on the desk and understood. 
 
 `` Have faith, Teacher. There is still the Edict of Grace. Go and encourage them. It is not as though we must hand them over for the auto de fe immediately. There is time and I will do what I can to help.'' 
 
 Sighing heavily, Santiago took a moment and composed himself. 
 
 `` Thank you, Gustaf. You have always been a good friend. I just do n't understand how I could have been so foolish all these years.'' 
 
 `` Remember, Brother Santiago, only the Almighty knows our hearts. Now, what is the nature of your family's crime?'' 
 
 Santiago shuffled through some papers and found what he was looking for. `` They read some sort of false scripture penned by a Moor known as Alhazred, may he forever name Dis as home. I do not know enough of the tongue to take meaning, but it is called al-azif.'' 
 
 Gustaf gathered the papers and journals and turned towards the door. `` We will save them if we can, Santiago, you have my word!'' Santiago turned to look at one last bit of paper. `` Aforgomon who lurks at thresholds... I will cast you back into the outer darkness, demon.''
