✞1 Day since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[✝]Matthew 10:34-39
Think not that I am come to send peace on earth:
I came not to send peace, but a sword.
For I am come to set a man at variance against his father,
and the daughter against her mother,
and the daughter in law against her mother in law.
And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.
He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me:
and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.
And he that taketh not his cross,
and followeth after me, is not worthy of me.
He that findeth his life shall lose it:
and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.[✝]
[☨]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.[☨]
A-ah--
AAAAHH!!!
[☨]The man, petrified before the screen, was staring up one-eye wide at the canopy of spires around him. His back slammed against one of the larger poles, knocking a half-rotted beast-corpse down, it's skull landing in his lap. It's frost-bitten 'face' was so marred from gangrene he couldn't even tell what it used to be, let alone pinned there long enough to figure it out. He kicked the creature off, nausea threatening to wretch up something as vile as that thing.. no.. those things.
Monsters of all abominations hung as trophies in all grotesque manners, surrounding him, as stark fear threatened to plague and immobilize the man dressed in a black cassock reserved for bishops in missionaries abroad.
Dizzied with adrenaline, scattered confusion, and penchant to save his own skin from the owner of this quaint 'garden', the holy man made a run for it. Only to stop short when he turned to grab a gold-threaded scarlet stole that lied in front of the screen. He gave the device a quick look-over, a perturbed leer in his veridian eyes at the note of 'Use this'. Some heathen-scum's dropped blackberry? Whatever![☨]
Oh to Hell with this den of Sin!
[☨]The blonde-haired man snatched the device up and dashed as far as he could go. Passing through a desecrated graveyard, tripping over downed tombstones, leaping over open graves, he only came to a halt beneath the shadow of a large stone cross. Leaning against it for support, just as he felt the Lord supported him, his calculating mind slowly cleared of haze as the previous events but moments ago flashed forward.[☨]
Those seven million, four hundred and five thousand, nine hundred and twenty-six demons of hell!
[☨]The archbishop looked about the cold, dead, snow-blanketed atmosphere with twitching chagrin.[☨]
The 9th Crusade--the Knights of the Sagely Brethren! The Order of Calatrava La Nueva! St. Stefano di Toscana! The Order of Malta!
Iscariot.
ANDERS--
[☨]Just to speak the name sent a cold fury sweeping through him that he didn't quite understand.[☨]
...Where in God's name are they!? For that matter.. how long was I out?! Did they...
Have I?
Ha.. HA HA!
[☨]A manic laughter chilled up from the snake-pit that was his breast, a hand clutching at his face as he purposely failed to keep himself together. The joy on his face was insanity incarnate.[☨]
Aah ha ha haaa!! It's over! The war's over! Through the Lord's will I am the vic--
[☨]The overzealous man's tirade of victory was cut short when something snagged on his glimmering stole, and he came eyes to... no-eyes with what could best be described as a walking mummified cadaver. A ReDead.[☨]
UNHAND ME YOU FILTHY ABOMINATION! THAT'S MINE! I EARNED IT!
[☨]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.[☨]
Think not that I am come to send peace on earth:
I came not to send peace, but a sword.
For I am come to set a man at variance against his father,
and the daughter against her mother,
and the daughter in law against her mother in law.
And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.
He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me:
and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.
And he that taketh not his cross,
and followeth after me, is not worthy of me.
He that findeth his life shall lose it:
and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.[✝]
[☨]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.[☨]
A-ah--
AAAAHH!!!
[☨]The man, petrified before the screen, was staring up one-eye wide at the canopy of spires around him. His back slammed against one of the larger poles, knocking a half-rotted beast-corpse down, it's skull landing in his lap. It's frost-bitten 'face' was so marred from gangrene he couldn't even tell what it used to be, let alone pinned there long enough to figure it out. He kicked the creature off, nausea threatening to wretch up something as vile as that thing.. no.. those things.
Monsters of all abominations hung as trophies in all grotesque manners, surrounding him, as stark fear threatened to plague and immobilize the man dressed in a black cassock reserved for bishops in missionaries abroad.
Dizzied with adrenaline, scattered confusion, and penchant to save his own skin from the owner of this quaint 'garden', the holy man made a run for it. Only to stop short when he turned to grab a gold-threaded scarlet stole that lied in front of the screen. He gave the device a quick look-over, a perturbed leer in his veridian eyes at the note of 'Use this'. Some heathen-scum's dropped blackberry? Whatever![☨]
Oh to Hell with this den of Sin!
[☨]The blonde-haired man snatched the device up and dashed as far as he could go. Passing through a desecrated graveyard, tripping over downed tombstones, leaping over open graves, he only came to a halt beneath the shadow of a large stone cross. Leaning against it for support, just as he felt the Lord supported him, his calculating mind slowly cleared of haze as the previous events but moments ago flashed forward.[☨]
Those seven million, four hundred and five thousand, nine hundred and twenty-six demons of hell!
[☨]The archbishop looked about the cold, dead, snow-blanketed atmosphere with twitching chagrin.[☨]
The 9th Crusade--the Knights of the Sagely Brethren! The Order of Calatrava La Nueva! St. Stefano di Toscana! The Order of Malta!
Iscariot.
ANDERS--
[☨]Just to speak the name sent a cold fury sweeping through him that he didn't quite understand.[☨]
...Where in God's name are they!? For that matter.. how long was I out?! Did they...
Have I?
Ha.. HA HA!
[☨]A manic laughter chilled up from the snake-pit that was his breast, a hand clutching at his face as he purposely failed to keep himself together. The joy on his face was insanity incarnate.[☨]
Aah ha ha haaa!! It's over! The war's over! Through the Lord's will I am the vic--
[☨]The overzealous man's tirade of victory was cut short when something snagged on his glimmering stole, and he came eyes to... no-eyes with what could best be described as a walking mummified cadaver. A ReDead.[☨]
UNHAND ME YOU FILTHY ABOMINATION! THAT'S MINE! I EARNED IT!
[☨]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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[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-30 03:58 am (UTC)[The man wreaked of regalia, someone of high position and knew and lorded over it well. He'd have stared down his nose at Abel if the strange priest wasn't several inches taller than him.]
God's warriors are put to rest and now it's time to rebuild His Kingdom on earth.
[Maxwell took to the question though by unconsciously patting himself down. As if looking for the holes. The spear wounds he was so sure were just part of some hideous nightmare.]
I'm just fine. Exhilarated even.
[He smiled like a genuine serpent, casting his green-envy gaze to the dilapidated surroundings. Only to halt it when Abel obstructed his view with his large form.]
You know, I wasn't aware Section Chapter III was trained for retrieval missions.
[A shrug and a light sigh.]
Yet I suppose the Vatican is using all their resources on this blaspheme wrought land.
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-30 04:07 am (UTC)Good to hear.
[The comment had him confused, and that he showed openly, even cocking his head lightly to the side, blinking owlishly at him like a perplexed puppy.]
... Section Chapter III? Oh no, I'm from AX.
[Though he doubted the other man would know what that was.]
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-30 04:54 am (UTC)You're not of Matthew the Gifts of God? But your vestments..
[Inwardly he was already seething that there were secrets within the Vatican kept even from him.]
Strange, I thought all wings of the Vatican had been relieved to me. Yet perhaps I must be of Cardinal status for that... Hahh all in due time.
[Clapping his hands together once, he looked about ready to leave.]
Care to tell me your name before we head off?
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-30 04:59 am (UTC)AX is pretty well known where I'm from. Arcanum Cella ex Dono Dei. ... Maybe it's an offshoot.
Well... Our director is Cardinal Sforza. She's the one who founded the section.
[He simply shrugged]
Heading off? To where?
Oh! Ah, Abel. Father Abel Nightroad. And you are?
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-30 05:12 am (UTC)Arcanum. Sforza. She?
What!?
[It would take a while to collect those pieces.]
And you don't know who I am?!
I'm Archbishop Enrico Maxwell, Bureau Director of Section XIII Iscariot and Leader of the 9th Crusade as Ordained by Pope John Paul the II!
[Maxwell suddenly looked very, very faint, the color completely drained from his face as he held a hand to his throbbing head and stumbled just a bit.]
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-30 05:20 am (UTC)[He watched, almost fascinated as the man gave him his name and rank, the only reply for the moment from Abel being a blank stare. He'd never heard of the name before, though he'd of course be courteous and take orders from an Arch-Bishop as well. After all, he was outranked.]
I haven't heard of Iscariot before... Our current Pope is Alessandro XVIII, the 399th Pope of Rome, year 3065 AD.
[May as well come clean with that]
AX was founded in 3055 AD by Cardinal Caterina Sforza, The Duchess of Milan.
[He took a nervous step forward as Maxwell stumbled back, worried.]
Maybe we ought to find you a place to sit down...
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 03:28 am (UTC)Oh. I see, so I'm insane then.
[Ironic he should say. As if he were talking more to himself than Abel as he promptly staggered past him, bracing against another leaning stone cross.]
Another ludicrous dream, a hallucination even! This is likely that damned Monster's trickery to deceive me while my body lies unconscious in Sodom and Gomorrah!
[Maxwell was on another tirade, but came to a stop at the edge of the graveyard, looking completely lost and irritated with the world he just hated ever so much.]
I wont be had like this!
[Finally he turned to Abel with a commanding tone.]
Well, come along with me, I need to find some place to wake up without violence coming to my person.
I hear if you die in your dreams you die in real life.
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 03:47 am (UTC)Well, I wouldn't say insane, per-say.
[Confused, maybe, but not insane. He watched, highly confused, as the man leaned against the cross, growing more and more worried with every moment of the mans apparent high strung state.]
... Maybe you should sit down...
[He blinked as Enrico turned and spoke to him again, puzzled, but eventually just nodding and shrugging.]
Alright. We can go to where I'm staying right now. It's safe there, and there's electricity now.
... Well I hope that's not true or else I'd be dead several times over now.
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 04:20 am (UTC)I take it you've been rather.. unfortunate.
[Feeling dazed, exhausted, and coupled with his nausea from earlier, Maxwell's demeanor was crumbling and he could feel it.]
I have... a lot to molder over. Yes, right then.
[He straightened himself, running a hand over his hair tied in a ponytail that was obviously much too tight.]
Your place, then?
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 04:26 am (UTC)Here? ... Ah, I'll spare you the details.
[He was sympathetic, of course. He understood where the man was coming from, and he dared not rush him at all. Instead, he waited patiently, hands folded behind him as he politely waited for the man to pull himself back together.]
Of course. It's actually just across the street.
[He motioned to the high school that was right there, smiling pleasantly.]
My room is on the second floor. My brother and I are in there together currently, but if you want to stay, I'm sure there is a spare room. For now I'll take you to mine and you can rest for a while.
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 04:32 am (UTC)A-ah. I hold your mercy in great esteem, Father Nightroad.
[Not to spend another minute out in this frozen-over Hell he held up a flat hand.]
Shall we?
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 04:37 am (UTC)You don't have to. It's only right, it wouldn't be fair to leave anyone out here in the cold with these creatures.
[He smiled again and nodded, heading forward to lead the way]
Of course.
Later I'll program a map into your communicator for when you want to leave.
[ACTION!]
Date: 2009-08-31 04:54 am (UTC)[Not that he ever actually abided by it when he could help it. He was ever so stingy.]
That will be helpful though.
[And nearly stumbling his words as he cranked out a slight stammer.]
Thank you.
[And with that he walked to the highschool with him, hands folded neatly behind his back.]