[Taking a deep breath he longed for a respite that would easy the burden laid upon his soul. Maxwell was a crusader, not an evangelist, he spread God's word through the barrel of a gun, and showered down His light in the glint of a sharpened blade. Through his Iscariots he brought down the punishment of the Lord that only they as His scapegoat could follow through.]
Clearly.
[Nodding with an exasperated sigh, he knew well this was just another test of his faith and will. Not by God, but by he who ruled the world.]
We're in the midst of Satan himself.. There's abominations about, even within our very church walls, it disgusts me. Torments me.
[There was a sound from him that was almost a pained mewl, as if the very thought of being saddled with these filthy things around him tore at his very innards. Reaching out with another hand, he hooked his digits at Anderson's jawline and touched brow to brow as he leaned down with tired shut eyes. His paladin was the last thing he could rely on besides the backing of his Lord. He was grateful of that, and it showed in his unhinged body-language.]
Yet if we are to survive this, it will be Midian all over again, with those damned Nazis, only now they are every preternatural thing in Lucifer's bible.
[Nodding to himself, he relaxed in the comfort that he would not ford this new crusade alone.]
I will have patience, just as I had patience with those German Freaks. Just as I let them mock our Lord, knowing their time of decadence would be short-lived.
[Lifting his gaze, he stared at Anderson in the way one stares up at Heaven, hoping to pluck the answers out of the hands of angels.]
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Date: 2009-11-10 09:53 pm (UTC)Clearly.
[Nodding with an exasperated sigh, he knew well this was just another test of his faith and will. Not by God, but by he who ruled the world.]
We're in the midst of Satan himself.. There's abominations about, even within our very church walls, it disgusts me. Torments me.
[There was a sound from him that was almost a pained mewl, as if the very thought of being saddled with these filthy things around him tore at his very innards. Reaching out with another hand, he hooked his digits at Anderson's jawline and touched brow to brow as he leaned down with tired shut eyes. His paladin was the last thing he could rely on besides the backing of his Lord. He was grateful of that, and it showed in his unhinged body-language.]
Yet if we are to survive this, it will be Midian all over again, with those damned Nazis, only now they are every preternatural thing in Lucifer's bible.
[Nodding to himself, he relaxed in the comfort that he would not ford this new crusade alone.]
I will have patience, just as I had patience with those German Freaks. Just as I let them mock our Lord, knowing their time of decadence would be short-lived.
[Lifting his gaze, he stared at Anderson in the way one stares up at Heaven, hoping to pluck the answers out of the hands of angels.]
It won't be long, will it?