13th_crusader | ✞29 Days since my Last Confession✞

[†]Habakkuk 1:2-4

O Lord, how long shall I cry, and Thou wilt not hear! Even cry out unto Thee of violence, and Thou wilt not save!
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold injustice? Why dost Thou tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice doth not prevail: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.[†]

[☨]Upon his knees, nearly prostrate, the archbishop sits upon the remains of the foyer. As the Holy Spirit would have it, the flames were dowsed and those inside were whisked to safety by

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The threshold was charred, the back window was shattered, and the back pews, carpet, and tapestries were blackened, yet there was nothing that could not be saved and refurbished. Escaping by the skin of their necks was the only thing he was grateful for--Whilst the other 90% of himself was seething at the lack of judgment.

In Maxwell's quavering hand was fisted the 30 silver coins he had used to pay the Pope's ransom. He snarled as the livid hatred boiled up in him and tossed the shimmering coinage into the middle of the temple.[☨]

There is no justice, Lord! None! I do not believe a single solitary soul can even fathom it in this misbegotten place!

[LOCKED to Lilith; 85%]

Madam Lilith... Might I request an audience with you?

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A-aha!

You're... that buttero from the other night.

"Buttero"?

Right.

I'm guessing the two of you are alright?

Sìssignore, that would be "cowboy", sì, no, sì?

You have my thanks and blessing, Angelina was without harm thanks to your... cushion.

Next time, I'll jump from a burning building and you can be the one to "catch" me.

All aside, I'm glad to hear she's safe.

Now, now, let us merely try to keep this city away from the flames of Hell as long as possible!

It was a wonder to see so many Sumatrans come to the church's aid, a rarity in these tribulations we live in, no?

Hey now... I didn't come to the church's aid.

Did you come to help ransack it?

Of course not. I came to help those in the church. There's nothing of value in that place.

You're correct in that signore, God asks us to be men of poverty for a reason.

Aha, but of course, and you indeed caught the damsel in distress.

...

Sure. Of course.

Now, I wouldn't ask anything in return for saving the girl.

YOU on the other hand are another story.

Me, signore?

Why...

I'm just a man of the cloth, I'm unsure what I could offer you... besides a sermon.

I'm giving you two options.

One, you offer your aid when I need it.

Or two, you offer me one of your worldly gifts the scientists allowed you to have... which I'm sure are worthless.

That dog, Good Samaritan, MY ASS!

I.. can offer you the services of my subordinate, ahi.. ah.. Anderson? Father Anderson, this compassionate cowboy would like to speak with you!

Eh...?

[Peers. Okay, Maxwell. What're you getting him into now?]

[Whispering to him as he sits on the receiver of his device.]

Help me. That heathen I landed on wants...... com..pen..sation.

Does he, noo?~

Well coom on, Maxwell. Dinna be a cheapskate. Give th' man whit he wants.

[No help here. Or maybe he's teasing just a little.]

[AAAAAGHJFKASFHDFSAKJ]

I'M NOT GIVING HIM, SQUAT!

I didn't ask for him to be snooping around, looking for a some pseudo-hero gimmick, just so he could ream us for a cheap reward!

I could have made that jump just fine by myself.

Ye dinna say.

[Scratching his chin.]

Thaen whit dae ye need me fer?

[Hisssssssssssssssss why do you do this, Father!?]

Oh.. Father..

[Leans into him, trying to put on the facade of affection.]

You wouldn't pit me against some strange heretic, would you?