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 )[]


Teacher!


[☨]Turn your ear to me and Save me )[☨]
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.

Amen.


OOC )
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...

Anderson f..fall.. Fall back.

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 ♥ ))

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