Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return. Amen.

...You won't be so lucky this time, vampire!

I want nothing more than to be a bayonet; a bayonet wielded by the hand of God. I would have been happy to have been born a storm, or a divine threat; a mighty explosion or even a terrible hurricane. A divine force of nature without a heart or pity. And if this relic can transform me into such a thing... then I am happy to abandon my humanity.