✞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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Date: 2009-08-31 03:41 am (UTC)[Oh he's more than irritated, and the cold is starting to chatter his teeth along with his brain.]
What ridiculous dream is this...... and if I really am dreaming, I haven't the faintest why you would be in it.
[Yes he does.]
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Date: 2009-08-31 03:45 am (UTC)You've located your paladin Anderson, then? Good. At least he'll be able to keep you from freezing.
It's not a dream, Maxwell. No matter how much you wish it to be.
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Date: 2009-08-31 03:55 am (UTC)I'll concede for a moment that perhaps you're not trying to corrupt my thoughts and that this is reality.. Why in all that is damned in Hell am I here?
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Date: 2009-08-31 03:59 am (UTC)If not Anderson, which of your "subordinates" have you discovered?
[But then she rolls her eyes towards the ceiling and entertains beautiful notions of cracking the damned communicator along a stubborn Catholic head.]
Very well. Do so. That I cannot answer, Maxwell, for I myself don't know. However, it seems we're not the only ones here in this blighted place. There are many others, most from other worlds, if such a thing is even possible.
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:12 am (UTC)If I must play into this, he says he's from a Chapter called AX, sometime in the year Three-thousand and--This is bogus!
[What he wouldn't give for a cigarette at this point. Seething and resigning himself with all his might, it probably would have done him well (for everyone else) to get another knock on the head.]
This entire idea is impossible, I don't have the time for th--th--IIii--!!
[And he nearly sneezes that swelling head of his off.]
Alright, just who is here other than myself, you, and this... odd priest?
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:16 am (UTC)[Integra sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose.]
Get out of the weather, Enrico, before you collapse in a babbling fit.
[But then, the Iscariot's earlier words catch up to her brain and she pauses, voice deadly cold.]
...I don't suppose said priest goes by the name of Abel Nightroad, hm?
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:26 am (UTC)[And another twitch.]
And I am just fine!
[The a bit of curiousness to her tone, and he's smirking.]
As a matter of fact, yes, why such perturb, Hellsing?
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:30 am (UTC)[The dry sarcasm in her voice is palpable.]
I've little doubt you're in capable hands.
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:45 am (UTC)Quite, they may call me a desk-jockey now, but I didn't take reign of Iscariot without a personal defense of my own!
[While he's just wreaking of sulfur.]
Your concern for me has been flattering, Sir Hellsing, I'm obliged to come and chit-chat our plight over a nice cup of tea.
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-31 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-31 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-31 05:29 am (UTC)I hate hate hate HATE that word!Now there's no need for violence I think we are hardly in any position for useless bloodshed. Knowledge is His power after all, and that's all I seek.no subject
Date: 2009-08-31 05:34 am (UTC)Oh, shut up, Maxwell! Cease this childishness!
[She groans again, rubbing her aching temple.]
Find some shelter, calm down a bit, then perhaps we can be civil enough to have a face to face conversation. And only then.
For now, I've had enough.
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Date: 2009-08-31 05:42 am (UTC)I am NOT being ch--khssh!
[There's his hiss of frustration in the background of the receiver. And a deep inhale as he collected the pieces of his shot pride.]
Fine! ..Fine then, that's perfectly reasonable.
I'll bid you goodnight, Hellsing, I think a long nap is in order.
Maybe I'll wake up from this horrible cesspool.no subject
Date: 2009-08-31 05:43 am (UTC)