✞29 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[†]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 3_hat_day emperor_cowboy teutons totally_feliks toris_lietuvos morphinbirdboy.

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?

Comments

SO CUTE <3

[13th-crusader.livejournal.com]

[The thrill of that moment to have everything he wants kept safe to fall into place, had moved him with such unexpectancy that Maxwell actually shocked himself into submission. Anderson would have a field day to have seen him do such a compassionate thing. Alabaster cheeks staining rosette from his own embarrassment, he shifted a hand over his mouth and inched himself back upon his own heels.]

A-ahi.. You did..

[A regale clear of his throat to regain an ounce of his dignity back, he righted himself and placed the nail carefully in both hands.]

You did a fine job.. God would bless your efforts surely.. for you see.

[Allowing himself to slowly drop level with her again, he held the treasure up, letting the light of day catch the glint of steel and a strange red iridescence that stained the very tip.]

This relic.. is going to save us. It is the key to salvation, Angelina.

[heinesangel.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing that Nill was distracted enough by her own embarrassment, or else she would have been quicker to notice his. -- At least Enrico had that in his favor.

She shifted her gaze back up to the Archbishop once he cleared his throat, and a small smile started to creep up along her face. It was always felt good to be praised.

Then as he lowered himself back down to her level, the Nail caught her attention again, and she couldn't help but tilt her head a bit to one side like a curious dog as he explained.]

...?

["The key to salvation"...

Nill couldn't understand it, at least not by simply looking at the Nail.]