✝☨Viva la Vida☨✝

[✝]Matthew 7:7-11

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?[✝]


Anderson I need an opinion on next week's sermon I've written here, I thi--

[☨]The stack of yellowed parchment papers tumble out of his hand as he opens the door to where his commlink captures him while sat upon a nightstand next to what was clearly... a four-post bed that replaced the cot he had been sleeping on for the past few weeks.[☨]

Anderson! Did you bring this bed here? Not just.. any bed. This is my bed!

[☨]He had just been mewling about this the night before, even whilst still in his euphoric state induced in him by his doctor unbeknownst. The man looks about rather in a panic, brows knitting as he slowly shuts the door behind him and approachs the bed with caution as if it would burst into Hellfire if he got too close.[☨]

How did he even get it through that door?



ANDERSON? Will you explain this, please?

[✝]Psalm 127:1

Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labour in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.[✝]

[☨]Even the cloud's shielding the setting sun could not staunch the brightness shining inside the church this evening. It was a rather remarkable task the Archbishop looked impeccably smug about it as he stood at the top of a ladder to oversee his work. The pews were all aligned and free of dust, the multicolored windows were shimmering, the alter in the back had been pushed upright and books and scrolls had been neatly stacked in order of legibleness. A fine job indeed![☨]

Well, faith without works certainly is dead. If I'm to be stuck in this den on lions, by God, His house I refuge in shall be cleansed!

[☨]Mopping his brow with the rag he was using to swathe the high arch of the stained glass window, he carefully turned towards it to grab his commlink off a small ledge of stone, only to stagger and clutch to the ladder when it wobbled beneath him.[☨]

Blasted thing, what do I even need you for? I have it all underfoot and under control!

[☨]His Iscariots but Anderson weren't there of course, yet having This house under his oversee gave him the sense of shepherding he so boldly desired. Stretching his gloved fingertips towards the red-blinking communicator he touched it and with a Z-Z-ZZAP the man was turned ridged, jolting the ladder from the wall.[☨]

A-aahh!? ANDER---!!

[☨]In a flail of arms to keep a balance he had long lost, Maxwell dropped into the pews with a burst and flutter of dust and scriptures scattering into the air.[☨]

...nnnn....guh...

..... St... stab the in..solence.. out of that.. infer..nal.. contrap..tion..!

[✝]Deuteronomy 7:15

And the LORD will take away from thee all sickness,
and will put none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which thou knowest, upon thee;
but will lay them upon all them that hate thee.[✝]

[☨]The screen clicks on from a table-level, peering on as a groggy not-so-holy man awakes from a tightly wound ball of vestments and unkempt blond hair on top of a cot. There was no contest the man looked like hell, and after waking up the day before he was quite sure he walked through the frigid Ninth Circle.

He had slept through Abel and Cain's little spat earlier that morning, so heavily that as he stumbled to his feet he took no notice that he had been drooling. Maxwell moans in a daze and stumbles off to the restroom, passing right by Abel's bed where the man looks positively GHOULISH.

A few minutes later he comes out of the restroom looking positively pristine, lightly mopping a towel against his cheek before the ghostly groaning had him turned right stiff. He glances over his shoulder, his envy-eyes blinking, completely befuddled by this horrible creature invading his self-proclaimed subordinate's bed.[☨]

Lord in heaven, what's wrong with you!?

[☨]Maxwell jumps back to the other side of the wall, immediately covering his face with his stole as if the very AIR he BREATHED was TAINTED WITH CANCER![☨]

You have the plague? It's the plague isn't it!