Demonic Inquisitors actually knew how easily they could fall. They were a group of carefully selected mortals, or chosen individuals with great psychic potential.
These pitiable people who walked along the edge of darkness could only rely on loyal souls as they traveled the path of destruction, driving out Chaos. In the end, they would all head toward Chaos's temptations.
When Inquisitors realized they were in a desperate situation, they would report themselves to the Inquisition, submit to interrogation, and calmly embrace death.
But in most cases, Inquisitors did not realize they had already fallen.
After all, Chaos represented emotion, the projection of the soul. Nearly every thought in one's heart could become fertile ground for Chaos.
Today, relying on your lotus-like eloquence, you successfully bargained a dollar or two off some ingredients from a market vendor.
On your way home, you saw a tattooed thug bullying the weak. Justice surged in your chest, and you sent the thug flying with a kick.
After finishing a satisfying meal, you lay in bed, feeling utterly relaxed and comfortable. In the end, you embraced your lover and proudly recounted your heroic deeds from that day. You told your lover, "I really want to spend my whole life with you."
As you drifted between sleep and wakefulness, you suddenly heard praise from four different voices beside your ear. You saw the vendor give you a thumbs-up; you saw the thug nod at you approvingly while clutching his arm; you saw your lover lying enchantingly in bed; you saw yourself living a long life with your wife, while even your grandfather had not died and could happily make soup for you.
Who could guarantee that you would not race headlong down the road of temptation by the Dark Gods?
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