13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Holy Mother)
[]Isaiah 52:7-10

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of Him who brings good tidings, who publishes peace, who brings good tidings of good, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, "Your God reigns."
Hark, your watchmen lift up their voice, together they sing for joy; for eye to eye they see the return of the Lord to Zion.
Break forth together into singing, you waste places of Jerusalem; for the Lord has comforted His people, He has redeemed Jerusalem.
The Lord has bared His holy arm before the eyes of all the nations; and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.

[☨]Adorned in the vestments clean of the sin of blood that had been stained upon him, the Archbishop stands before the podium to decree the Word of the Old Testament as he addressed and spoke aloud and fluidly to the attendees of this Holy day's Mass.[☨]

I chose this scripture as befitting to our qualm. A qualm and dire situation I believe shall be rectified with faith that our Lord, born upon this day as God's greatest gift, that as he delivers us from evil and sin, he shall deliver us from the darkness of this land.

And so, the Word reads...

The rod of His oppressor, thou hast broken as on the day of Midian. )

While angels we may not be, we would do well to reflect their heavenly praise. Even now, they look upon us in this wayward world and praise us who still seek to praise our Lord in times of trial. Like Job, we are merely being tested by forces unknown to us. Yet neither shall we waver... neither shall we give in.

Our Lord is with us.

Lord God, we praise you for creating man, and still more for restoring him in Christ. Your Son shared our weakness; may we share his glory, for he lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

[☨]In that benediction he raised his articulate hands and gave the Sign of the Cross.

The man, the crusader, was weak. Weaker physically than he had ever been before in his conflicted life. As more the grating days passed, the more his white cloths he touched to his mouth stained with cursed sanguine, the colors of his Crusade: White and Red.

How irony plagued him that as he died in the land of Midian he cried out and knew no one would hear him.. and now that here as his death slowed to a crawl, that he should cry through the pages he held in his hands, and truly believe that He would hear. For alone was he, with none left to turn to but the faith he had forgotten in his crusade for power.

In that very moment, the Archbishop felt a weight leave him, like a respite drawn from his lips.. something he barely understood before, yet here in this Purgatory, he may have just finally discerned that grace.

Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum.

13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Weakness)
[]Psalms 45:3

Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty warrior, clothe thyself with thy glory and thy majesty.

[☨]The holy man looks in an unbelievably good mood, as if all ill will had bleed away from him like the life of that monster he had taken down. No inebriating drugs to bring this cunning smile to his face as he wipes the last speckles of blood from his forehead and addresses the camera with a deep nod.[☨]

[livejournal.com profile] stray_cardinal, I believe we have something [livejournal.com profile] sancta_sedes of yours.

[☨]The camera turns to the body of the young pontifical child, laying peaceably upon the lap of a robed man upon a pew.[☨]

I and.. Aha, mi scusi, qual è il tuo nome per favore? [Oh excuse me, what is your name please?]

Giovanni Auditore da Firenze.

Signore Auditore, found him alone in an infested building.. He's safe at the church now, if you would like to retrieve him.

Ciào, et Deus vobiscum~

[☨]Giving the screen a succinct wave, he turns the commlink off.[☨]

((ooc: Red font by [livejournal.com profile] betrayedblade ))
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Understaffed)
[]Proverbs 8:13

The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: Pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.

[☨]The archbishop, through the eyes of the lens, is holed up in what looks to be a tall wooden box, actually a make-shift confessional, seated with his late subordinate's bible in his lap. Idly he's flipping through the pages, pausing every so often when he finds a Polaroid stuck between them as a book-marker. He's uttering quite introspectively.[☨]

Dear Lord, seems I'm damned to rot here for next to eternity. This is it. This is Purgatory.. or worse yet Limbo, isn't it? The idling. The chaos. The idling in chaos. The constant, up and down, up and down, roller-coaster that never stops or breaks down. Seems one can nary have a consistent emotion in this place.

[☨]As he holds up the the picture, it's clearly a photo from St. Ferdinand's orphanage; all the children gathered about, with four men and two woman: two priests (Fr.Anderson and Wolfe), a monsignor (Fr.Renaldo), a abbess(The Head Nun), a nun(Sr.Takagi) and a bishop(Epus.Maxwell), standing behind them, all genuine smiles.. save for the bishop who held an air of no-nonsense about him. The tic in his left eye twitched and winced, yet apparently not exactly at the photo itself, for he turned with a leer at the blinking red light of the commlink.[☨]

Yet I know of one that's perpetually left in me: ...Hate--I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaate, You!

[☨]As he reaches to grab the device, his body suddenly turns to jagged convulsions as the wretched thing shocks the holy piss out of him. Seems it doesn't think too fondly of him either.[☨]

. . . ...................ma...maledetto.
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Sleep)
[]Daniel 12:2

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake.
Some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

[☨]It's late by now, and by the time the camera flickers on to spy on the man, it's already a little too dark in the room to see. Light from the hospital hallway gives a dim view of Maxwell drearily coming in and out of sleep. With a moan he rolls over, not wanting to wake up, but at the same time, not wanting to go back to dreaming that dream again. Shifting, he hears the bed give an unfamiliar creak, and as meticulous as he was, he knew..[☨]

This isn't my bed.

[☨]Dizzily he sat up in the dark, glancing with contemptible disdain to the blinking screen.[☨]

Oh will you get behind me already? I don't know where I am, and you're the last thing I want to see.

[☨]Curling his finger, he gives the screen a flick, snapping if off.[☨]

((ooc: Abel-mun, say he went back to sleep, and he can awake to find Abel there for whenever you get back! <3 ))
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Horrified)
[]Daniel 10:8

So I was left alone to see this grand vision.
I had no strength left in me.
My face turned deathly pale: for my comeliness was turned in me into corruption and I was helpless.

[]Deliver me from the hand of the Enemy )[]


[☨]Turn your ear to me and Save me )[☨]
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Fury)
What is God's name is going on out there?

Anderson! I demand the door be barricaded! ...Anderson?

Oh nevermind it I'll do it myself!
13th_crusader: (Default)
[]1st John 3:1-3  )[]

[☨]Maxwell is up bright and early for his horrible communicator, with which he hates to no end, to record him from the podium.[☨]

Why does it not surprise me to see this Holyday deliberately bastardized in every sense of the word for the sake of 'fun'? Oh you, you're on? Well good, fine, if I must I have my Liturgical Duty to attend to so here's recap for the 'Catholicism impaired'.

Yet before I begin, to the one who left that delightful little Satanic Offering at the Church's doorstep, I took the liberty of burning it. Aha, now as I was saying...

Feast of All Saints: TL;DW )

Almighty and ever-living God, strengthen our faith, hope... and love. May we do with.. loving hearts what you ask of us and come to share the life You promise. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, One God, for ever and ever.


13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Fury)
[]1st Timothy 2:11-12

Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection.
But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence.

[☨]The screen flickers on to the scene of Maxwell's bedroom, with the Archbishop looking like he could shame the word of "perturbed" with the way he's throwing his arms up in the air and pacing around his makeshift desk. For the patrons of Discedo he thought ahead if that damned communicator wanted to spy on him and stuffed a pillow over the receiver so he was completely muted.

However if one was inside the church they could hear his muffled cursing of all colors of the excrement rainbow in course Italian. The poor priest Father Anderson stands before him with a bewildered look upon his ever patient face.[☨]

Porca vacca! Sono cazzate di merda! Sono ubriaco e fuori di testa!?

Not Holier than thou. )

[Private//Integra Hellsing] )

[[ooc: NOTE: No, you can not hear him clearly unless you're in the same room as him. T~T But you can see him throwing a glorious fit. ♥ Artwork is (c) with permission to V-azazel]]
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Terror)
[]Revelation 12:12

Woe to the inhabiters of the earth and of the sea!
For the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.

[☨]The screen is but snow, static, and darkness, yet the ghastly voices are ever so clear.[☨]

Judas Pri~est! Come out to pla~i~aay!

Not another step abomination!

En..ri.. co.. Max~x... wel~ll... . .

Depart from me, Satan! )


Anderson f..fall.. Fall back.


I'm NOT losing you to some crazed demon!!

((ooc: Placeholder commentlog continued with Anderson-mun here. Art © to [livejournal.com profile] fatherangeldust ♥ ))

13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Panic)
[]Matthew 7:7-11

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

Anderson I need an opinion on next week's sermon I've written here, I thi--

[☨]The stack of yellowed parchment papers tumble out of his hand as he opens the door to where his commlink captures him while sat upon a nightstand next to what was clearly... a four-post bed that replaced the cot he had been sleeping on for the past few weeks.[☨]

Anderson! Did you bring this bed here? Not just.. any bed. This is my bed!

[☨]He had just been mewling about this the night before, even whilst still in his euphoric state induced in him by his doctor unbeknownst. The man looks about rather in a panic, brows knitting as he slowly shuts the door behind him and approachs the bed with caution as if it would burst into Hellfire if he got too close.[☨]

How did he even get it through that door?

ANDERSON? Will you explain this, please?
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Holy Mother)
[]Psalms 34:11-14

Come, ye children, hearken unto me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
What man is he that desireth life, and loveth many days, that he may see good?
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Depart from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it.

[☨]Morning Glory )[☨]

Aha! Buon giorno. Good morning, or as we say in the Holy See, salvē! Così e cosi, it is a grand morning indeed, for you see the Lord's house has finally been refurbished to it's former glory, if not better I'd say.

To commemorate this and strengthen faith and morale within this wary parched city, Evening Mass will be held on a weekly basis from this evening onward.

I Archbishop Enrico Maxwell will conduct the homily while Father Alexander Anderson will hold the reading. I do hope this catches the attention of whatever lost Catholics are out there, I assure you, you will find God's grace beneath this pristine steeple.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Deus vos benedicat.

[☨]Maxwell gives the screen a cordial bow before striding over to shut the commlink off.[☨]

[✝]Addressed to Abel Nightroad[✝] )

[✝]Addressed to Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing[✝] )

[✝]Addressed to Dr. Eirin Yagokoro[✝] )


Would any of you fine heathens patrons know where I could find something.. something, pickled. Pickled cucumbers, pickled olives, or giardiniera perhaps? Sì? No? Sì?

((OOC: If you haven't noticed Enrico's unseemly FRIENDLINESS, it's all to blame on Dr. Eirin and whatever horrible experimental drug she pumped into the stiff man to make him feel high as a kite. A euphoric state, that is. And apparently with a side-effect for a desire for things dowsed in vinegar. Yum. Maxwell will be strangely agreeable in this state, I look forward to exploiting his brief.. openness before it wears off and his world comes crashing down. I'm heading to bed though but will be back to tag in the actual evening! ♥))
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Killjoy)
[]Psalm 127:1

Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labour in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.

[☨]Even the cloud's shielding the setting sun could not staunch the brightness shining inside the church this evening. It was a rather remarkable task the Archbishop looked impeccably smug about it as he stood at the top of a ladder to oversee his work. The pews were all aligned and free of dust, the multicolored windows were shimmering, the alter in the back had been pushed upright and books and scrolls had been neatly stacked in order of legibleness. A fine job indeed![☨]

Well, faith without works certainly is dead. If I'm to be stuck in this den on lions, by God, His house I refuge in shall be cleansed!

[☨]Mopping his brow with the rag he was using to swathe the high arch of the stained glass window, he carefully turned towards it to grab his commlink off a small ledge of stone, only to stagger and clutch to the ladder when it wobbled beneath him.[☨]

Blasted thing, what do I even need you for? I have it all underfoot and under control!

[☨]His Iscariots but Anderson weren't there of course, yet having This house under his oversee gave him the sense of shepherding he so boldly desired. Stretching his gloved fingertips towards the red-blinking communicator he touched it and with a Z-Z-ZZAP the man was turned ridged, jolting the ladder from the wall.[☨]

A-aahh!? ANDER---!!

[☨]In a flail of arms to keep a balance he had long lost, Maxwell dropped into the pews with a burst and flutter of dust and scriptures scattering into the air.[☨]


..... St... stab the in..solence.. out of that.. infer..nal.. contrap..tion..!
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Disturbed)
[]Psalm 57:1

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.

[☨]In the dim light of the church the video focuses on the Archbishop leaning an arm against the stone corner near a dust-ridden stained-glass window. After escaping the highschool and fording through the fog, he's panting as if he's just run a marathon, sweat beading his brow that's swept away with a brush of his hand over his tightly tied hair. Making the Sign of The Cross over his shoulders, to his crown and to his breast, he catches his breath with a turbulent sigh, muttering clearly not to himself.[☨]

So You demand that Your precepts be carefully kept, I have done that haven't I? How am I predisposed to keep your statutes here? I have focused on all Your commands, I've nothing to be ashamed for. Yet if this is all part of your plan for me, I will give You sincere thanks, when I learn Your just regulations. I will keep your statutes. So do not completely abandon me!

[☨]Shuddering from slamming his fist on the dirty sill it's clear he's highly disturbed by his position here, yet not about to lose hope. God has a plan, even if one may not understand it.[☨]

May I experience your loyal blessing, O Lord, and Your deliverance from this evil, as You promised. Heh... Then I will have a reply for the one who insults me, for I trust in Your word.

[☨]Carefully then he took up a shred of old cloth and wiped at the pane of glass till he could see his reflection somewhat. Peeling his lip back he began to check his teeth as if something might be stuck in them. In actuality, he was checking for any unwanted abominable 'growth' in his eye-teeth.[☨]

Damn this place, it had better not be airborne!

[☨]It's at that moment he notices the blinking light of the communicator and glares daggers at it before slapping the wretched thing away, firmly shutting it off.[☨]
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - Morning Mass)
[]Deuteronomy 7:15

And the LORD will take away from thee all sickness,
and will put none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which thou knowest, upon thee;
but will lay them upon all them that hate thee.

[☨]The screen clicks on from a table-level, peering on as a groggy not-so-holy man awakes from a tightly wound ball of vestments and unkempt blond hair on top of a cot. There was no contest the man looked like hell, and after waking up the day before he was quite sure he walked through the frigid Ninth Circle.

He had slept through Abel and Cain's little spat earlier that morning, so heavily that as he stumbled to his feet he took no notice that he had been drooling. Maxwell moans in a daze and stumbles off to the restroom, passing right by Abel's bed where the man looks positively GHOULISH.

A few minutes later he comes out of the restroom looking positively pristine, lightly mopping a towel against his cheek before the ghostly groaning had him turned right stiff. He glances over his shoulder, his envy-eyes blinking, completely befuddled by this horrible creature invading his self-proclaimed subordinate's bed.[☨]

Lord in heaven, what's wrong with you!?

[☨]Maxwell jumps back to the other side of the wall, immediately covering his face with his stole as if the very AIR he BREATHED was TAINTED WITH CANCER![☨]

You have the plague? It's the plague isn't it!
13th_crusader: (Maxwell - No Fear)
[]Matthew 10:34-39 )[]

[☨]In his restless dream, he saw that place. Midian. With it's seas of blood and mountains of corpses. He fell amongst the valley in the shadow of death. And as the torture stakes raised to pit him on the pikes, he wailed out, for not one was with him.[☨]



[☨]In the Garden of Eden )[☨]


[☨]Taking to a tug-of-war with the filthy demon, he would rather choke on a Protestant communion wafer and die than give up the one symbol of his ordained power.[☨]
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August 2010

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