While built upon the remains of once-good and pious servants of benevolent deities, praetorians are anything but. Their crusades against enemies of their doxy may take any form, and they quell any perceived injustice without hesitation. This is the result of their death as a living thing and their subsequent melding with the mechanical, and as a result the praetorian is every bit as soulless as an ordinary undead. As such, the 'blessing' of becoming a praetorian is subjective at the very least.