In the heart of a vast barren land, where the sun beat down relentlessly upon the parched earth, Igor labored tirelessly. With sinewy arms, he lifted giant rocks, their rugged surfaces scorched by the unrelenting heat, and placed them in a precise circle amidst the dry, cracked soil.

Beside him knelt Antioch, his brow wrinkled in concentration as he painted intricate rune symbols onto each stone. The paint shimmered in the harsh sunlight, forming a stark contrast against the barren landscape.

As Antioch meticulously painted the intricate rune symbols onto the stones, he couldn't help but grumble under his breath.

"Shouldn't Valkas or Hera be doing this instead of me?" he muttered, his frustration evident in his voice as he dipped his brush into the paint once more.

Igor glanced over at his brother, a bead of sweat trailing down his own brow as he hoisted another massive rock into place. "It’s our duty to slay these beasts. " He replied, his voice steady despite the strain of his labor.

Antioch sighed. "You mean our punishment.” he said, his tone resigned as he continued his work.

"I must concede, having Soter here would be advantageous," Igor admitted, acknowledging the potential benefits of Soter's divine magic against the creature they faced.

With a sly smile playing on his lips, Antioch glanced up from his work and locked eyes with Igor.  “Fear not, my brother," he said, his voice carrying a mischievous undertone. "I have a plan for that."

In a village nearby, the air hummed with tension as a teenage girl writhed on her bed, her body contorted by unseen forces. Her parents knelt beside her, their hands clasped in fervent prayer to Soter.

With each passing moment, the girl's condition worsened, her cries of distress echoing through the humble abode.

In their desperation, the girl's parents pleaded for divine intervention, beseeching Soter to lend his aid and free their daughter from the grip of whatever malevolent force had taken hold of her.

"Do you think this will work?" Igor asked, his skepticism evident as he watched Antioch don a flowing white robe and a golden headband, his usual roguish grin hidden behind a mask of divine serenity.

"Of course, dear brother. Who could doubt the sincerity of Soter's benevolence?" Antioch replied, striking a dramatic pose.

Igor tried to keep a straight face but couldn't as he watched his brother's theatrical display.

"Go on, then. Do your magic," Igor said, chuckling.

Antioch gave a nod, adjusting his robe and headband before setting off towards the village, his demeanor transforming into that of the pious healer he was about to impersonate.

As he approached the village, the cries of the afflicted girl grew louder. Villagers paused in their daily routines, their eyes widening as they saw the figure of Soter—or so they believed—walking among them.

"Behold!" Antioch declared, his voice resonating with an almost supernatural echo. "I am Soter, here to cleanse this village of its suffering!"

The villagers, awestruck, parted to let him through, leading him to the humble home where the possessed girl lay.

Inside, the girl's parents fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces. "Thank you, Soter," the mother sobbed. "Please, save our daughter!"

Antioch raised his hands, radiating false divinity. "Fear not, for your prayers have been heard!" he proclaimed, stepping closer to the bed where the girl twisted and turned.

He leaned over her, adopting a pious expression. "In the name of purity and light, I command thee, foul spirit, to depart from this innocent child!" he intoned, waving his hands dramatically over her.

The girl thrashed and shrieked, but Antioch continued with his grand performance. He drew a gleaming vial from his robes—actually a simple potion of his own concoction—and sprinkled its contents over the girl.

"Feel the healing power of Soter!" he cried, As the potion took effect, the girl's movements slowed, her cries diminishing to whimpers. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her gaze clear and unclouded. The malevolent presence that had gripped her was gone.

Back at the circle of stones, Igor stood with his axe in hand, eyes scanning the horizon. The oppressive heat did little to distract him from the task at hand. He felt a disturbance in the air—a dark presence materializing.

From the shadows cast by the giant rocks, a monstrous form began to take shape. It was a grotesque amalgamation of twisted limbs and evil eyes, an embodiment of the very evil they sought to banish.

Igor tightened his grip on the axe, his muscles tensing in preparation. "So, you finally show yourself," he muttered under his breath.

The creature let out a guttural snarl, its form solidifying into a towering, nightmarish beast. It lunged at Igor, but he was ready. With a powerful swing, he struck the creature, his axe glowing with the enchanted runes that Antioch had painted.

The beast roared in agony, reeling back from the impact. Igor pressed the advantage, moving with a warrior's grace and precision, each strike carefully aimed to weaken the malicious force.

Suddenly, the monster let out a deafening roar and vanished into thin air, leaving Igor standing alone, panting, and bewildered.

Back at the village, Antioch beamed, spreading his arms wide. "Behold the power of divine magic!" he declared, the villagers erupting in cheers and praise.

Antioch soaked in the praise and worship, basking in the adulation of the villagers. The cheers and heartfelt gratitude washed over him, feeding his ego as he played the role of the benevolent god to perfection.

"Thank you, Soter!" one villager cried, tears streaming down his face. "You have saved us!"

Another approached, clutching a small child. "Please, bless my son so he may never fall ill," she pleaded, her voice trembling with hope.

Antioch raised his hands high, adopting a serene expression. "Fear not, my children, for Soter’s blessing is upon you all," he proclaimed, making grand gestures as if bestowing divine favor.

The villagers knelt, bowing their heads in reverence. Antioch savored the moment, relishing the sense of power and adoration. However, amidst the sea of worshippers, a sudden commotion caught his attention.

A man at the edge of the crowd began to convulse, his body contorting in unnatural ways. His eyes rolled back into his head, and a guttural, otherworldly voice erupted from his throat. "You dare mock us, trickster!" the voice bellowed, sending a shiver through the crowd.

Antioch's smile faltered, a flicker of panic crossing his face. The villagers recoiled in fear, murmuring in confusion and terror. "Soter, help him!" someone shouted.

“You had one job Igor” An irritated Antioch murmured under his breath.

"Fear not, for I shall banish this evil as well," Antioch declared, though his voice lacked the earlier confidence. He approached the possessed man, raising his hands in a dramatic gesture.

"By the power of purity and light, I command thee to depart!" he intoned, his voice wavering slightly. He repeated the incantation, hoping the charade would hold.

The possessed man convulsed violently, the demonic voice laughing mockingly. "Your tricks will not work here, false god!" it taunted.

Antioch felt a cold sweat break out on his brow. Just as he was about to lose hope, the man's body shuddered and collapsed, the dark presence seemingly retreating.

The villagers gasped in awe and relief, attributing the sudden change to Antioch’s divine intervention. "Behold, the power of Soter prevails," Antioch announced, though his voice was tinged with uncertainty.

Back at the stone circle, Igor remained vigilant, scanning the horizon for any signs of the creature's return. The brief battle had left him on edge, every nerve tingling with anticipation. He paced around the circle, the oppressive heat seeming to amplify the tension in the air. Suddenly, a chilling gust swept through the parched landscape, stirring up dust and debris.

Igor froze, eyes narrowing as he sensed the dark presence once more. From the shadows of the rocks, the grotesque creature began to materialize again, its form even more twisted and malevolent than before. Its eyes glowed with a sinister light, and a guttural snarl echoed across the barren land.

"So, you want more?" Igor muttered under his breath, gripping his axe tightly. He felt the enchanted runes on the weapon hum with energy, their power a comforting presence in the face of such wickedness.

The creature lunged at him with a ferocity that took Igor by surprise. He barely had time to raise his axe to block the attack. The impact sent him stumbling backward, but he quickly regained his footing, swinging the axe in a wide arc. The blade struck the creature, the runes flaring brightly as they made contact.

The beast howled in pain, its form flickering as if struggling to maintain its solidity. Igor pressed the attack, his movements a blend of precision and raw power. Each strike of his axe seemed to weaken the creature, but it fought back with relentless fury, its twisted limbs lashing out in an attempt to overpower him.

Despite the intense heat and the brutal combat, Igor's resolve remained unshaken. He could feel the runes on the stones around them resonating with his weapon, their combined power amplifying each blow. But the creature was cunning, and with a sudden, unexpected move, it vanished into thin air once more, leaving Igor breathless and frustrated.

Back at the village, Antioch struggled to maintain his composure. The villagers' praise and adoration were a double-edged sword, providing him with the ego boost he craved while also placing immense pressure on him to uphold the facade of divinity.

A young boy approached, his eyes wide with fear. "Please, Soter, my father is also possessed," he pleaded, tugging at Antioch's robe.

"Artur would have killed this thing already,” Antioch whispered to himself, trying to hide his annoyance. He nodded solemnly, following the boy to another hut where a man lay writhing on the floor, his body contorted in unnatural ways.

He raised his hands, adopting the same dramatic pose as before. "In the name of purity and light, I command thee, foul spirit, to depart!" he intoned.

The possessed man convulsed, the same mocking voice echoing through the room. "You are no god, trickster. Your lies cannot save them," it sneered.

Antioch poured all his will into the act, repeating the incantation with growing fervor. Just as before, the man's body shuddered and collapsed, the dark presence seemingly retreating.

Back at the stone circle, Igor's patience wore thin. He could feel the creature's presence taunting him, lurking just out of sight. He tightened his grip on the axe, ready for the next attack. Suddenly, the air grew cold, and the creature reappeared, its form even more menacing than before.

Igor wasted no time, launching himself at the beast with renewed vigor. The battle was fierce, each strike of his axe met with the creature's snarls and counterattacks. But this time, Igor was ready for its tricks. As the creature attempted to vanish once more, Igor swung his axe in a wide arc, the enchanted runes flaring with a blinding light.

The creature let out a deafening roar, its form dissolving into a cloud of dark mist. Igor watched in amazement as the mist dissipated, the evil presence finally banished. He stood there, exhausted, but victorious.

As dusk settled over the barren land, a cooling breeze offered a brief respite from the relentless heat of the day. Igor moved the last stone back, erasing all traces of the circle.

Finally, Antioch appeared, his white robe now smudged with dirt and sweat, the golden headband slightly askew. His usual roguish grin had returned, a stark contrast to the pious demeanor he had adopted in the village.

"You're late," Igor said, his voice tinged with irritation. "Where have you been?"

"The village insisted on throwing a celebration in my honor," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

Igor's frown deepened. "You mean in Soter's honor?"

Antioch's sly smile grew as he replied, "Oh, my dear brother, what's in a name?"

Verse 1:

In a village close, the tension hums, 

A teenage girl, by darkness overcome. 

Her body writhes, unseen hands confined, 

While her parents pray, their hope aligned. 

Pre-Chorus:

"Please, Soter, hear our plea, 

Save our daughter, set her free." 

Their voices echo through the night, 

Calling out for Soter's light.

Chorus:

Soter, Savior, healer of the pain, 

Come and cleanse our home again. 

With your power, pure and bright, 

Banish shadows, bring the light.

Verse 2:

Through the village, he strides alone, 

Soter's presence, like a sacred throne. 

Villagers pause, in awe they stand, 

As the savior walks across the land. 

Pre-Chorus:

"Behold," he speaks, with echoing might, 

"I am Soter, here to fight. 

To cleanse the pain, to heal the strife, 

To bring the light, restore the life."

Chorus:

Soter, Savior, healer of the pain, 

Come and cleanse our home again. 

With your power, pure and bright, 

Banish shadows, bring the light.

Bridge:

He raised his hands, divine and true, 

"Fear not, your prayers are due. 

In the name of purity and light, 

I command the darkness, take flight!"

Verse 3:

From his robes, a vial gleamed, 

Healing potion, pure and streamed. 

"Feel the power," Soter cried, 

As the girl's cries slowly died.

Pre-Chorus:

Her eyes opened, clear and bright, 

The darkness banished by the light. 

In the village, hope renewed, 

By Soter's grace, their faith ensued.

Chorus:

Soter, Savior, healer of the pain, 

Come and cleanse our home again. 

With your power, pure and bright, 

Banish shadows, bring the light.

Outro:

In the humble village, peace was found, 

Soter's light on sacred ground. 

A tale of faith, a song of grace, 

Of Soter's healing, in this place. 

Soter, Savior, forever shine, 

In our hearts, for all of time.