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13th_crusader) wrote2010-01-20 03:36 am
13th_crusader) wrote2010-01-20 03:36 am
✞16 Days since my Last Confession✞
[✝]Numbers 14:9
Only rebel not ye against the Lord, neither fear ye the people of the land; for they are bread for us and will be devoured: their defense, their protection is gone, departed from them, and the Lord is with us: fear them not.[✝]
[☨]The end is nigh. The holy man is sure of it this time as the camera captures his pale quavering hands clutching a tattered parchment. It's the contract he had signed with Babylon the Great, her signature and his own clear at the latter end of the scroll.
O' Mary, Mother of God. Not even this binding covenant with the Devil's Master would save him now. It was one grave thing to take the Paladin... Now whom would stand in that monster's way!?
An end is come, the end is come: it watcheth for thee; behold, it is come!
Maxwell takes a dithered breath, much like the ones she would oft accuse him of being, to rise from the pew seated upon, before uttering most bitterly.[☨]
Godspeed then. If be that His will.
[☨]He knew it was not. Were it the will of his Lord, Maxwell wouldn't be here right now.[☨]
Only rebel not ye against the Lord, neither fear ye the people of the land; for they are bread for us and will be devoured: their defense, their protection is gone, departed from them, and the Lord is with us: fear them not.[✝]
[☨]The end is nigh. The holy man is sure of it this time as the camera captures his pale quavering hands clutching a tattered parchment. It's the contract he had signed with Babylon the Great, her signature and his own clear at the latter end of the scroll.
O' Mary, Mother of God. Not even this binding covenant with the Devil's Master would save him now. It was one grave thing to take the Paladin... Now whom would stand in that monster's way!?
An end is come, the end is come: it watcheth for thee; behold, it is come!
Maxwell takes a dithered breath, much like the ones she would oft accuse him of being, to rise from the pew seated upon, before uttering most bitterly.[☨]
Godspeed then. If be that His will.
[☨]He knew it was not. Were it the will of his Lord, Maxwell wouldn't be here right now.[☨]
[Voice]
...One of the residents? Why would you call them such? What have they done to warrant such a title?
[Voice]
That title was an understatement to the others I could utter. I would say slaughtering some three-hundred million souls and counting to be a surmountable warrant, Signore Auditore.
[Voice]
While I would say such a number seems highly improbable for one person to commit. How?
[Voice]
[Voice]
Which do you prefer to call your supposed 'son of the serpent'?
[Voice]
Be you to think it is supposed, any less real, makes it not.
This devil holds many names of his own, The Black Peril, Amor sanguinis, Strigoi, Nosferatu, Vlad.. Ţepeş.. Draculea.
Yet our world knows him as his anagram.
Alucard.
[Voice]
The monsters here would prove that not all fairy-tales are only that, as much as I would prefer. But the way you speak of this one...
Only makes me want to laugh.