Post by Rosevenir Ambrai on Dec 6, 2010 13:31:01 GMT -5
Five years...
The lone man stood at the edge of the water, his boots off and further up the shore, his bible tucked safely within the right and his dagger in the left. The dual eyes watched the ocean churn, the moon beautifully reflected off the ever moving surface. The night air blew his face and robe backwards, leaving his face to confront the chilling sea air. The yellow and purple eye bravely met it's foe, still looking up to the heavens above. The brown hair whipped around in retaliation to the breezes, but could not find victory against this invisible opponent.
The eyes were steadfast and still looked at the cloudless sky, stars shinning with a sort of hope and love that he had always seen, even before the days when he would learn the way of a holy man. His Lord must be looking down at him, smiling at his lone warrior in this hellish land. It was all just a test... But for how long? The priest in training could only pray about that matter, wishing that His will would be fulfilled. Soon.
The waves reached his feet, bringing him to look down at them. his toes moved up and down, playing with the wet sand. It was so nice to leave the Palace. There were some humans trapped within the walls, bound to their demons and never to leave. The tormented souls cried every night, along with Rosevenir. His strength was something to admire in the eyes of humans, but compared to the beastly masters he was but a toy. His prayers always followed his kind and their torment, even if their fate had already been decided.
Five years...
He had been here for almost a third of his life. The thought itself was daunting. There was scripture of men going into solitude for days, months, even years. Was this his role? A prophet for his people? Even now, after accepting this faith, he still had many questions. A sad smile crossed his lips. So Father Bartalotti lied? It was an amusing thought, as he would ask every day when all things would be revealed. His friend would always smile and tell him to ask tomorrow. What about today, Padre Bartalotti? He asked the air, wondering if the winds traversed worlds, realms even. Would he hear from that man again?
For so long he has remained hidden. As far as he and the other Rebels were concerned, no boogie knew of his existence. He was a man who could slip in and out of places with ease. If a boogie spotted him, what name could they put to the face? True, his vestments were separating him from the rest of the Rebels, but what did it matter? It was a comfort, a security blanket to him. He could remember his daily duties and the smell of burning essences. How he loved that smell. There were substitutes in this Hell, but they were not the same as Dio had given him on earth.
The longing eyes drifted back up to the sky, taking in the wonderful stars and glorious moon. How strange a place of evil could be so beautiful. Was it not a temptation? A lust that would fill him with sorrow as soon as he was saved? The thought lingered for a moment before a clear answer came to him: No.
Perhaps he could still Bartalotti here after all.
The lone man stood at the edge of the water, his boots off and further up the shore, his bible tucked safely within the right and his dagger in the left. The dual eyes watched the ocean churn, the moon beautifully reflected off the ever moving surface. The night air blew his face and robe backwards, leaving his face to confront the chilling sea air. The yellow and purple eye bravely met it's foe, still looking up to the heavens above. The brown hair whipped around in retaliation to the breezes, but could not find victory against this invisible opponent.
The eyes were steadfast and still looked at the cloudless sky, stars shinning with a sort of hope and love that he had always seen, even before the days when he would learn the way of a holy man. His Lord must be looking down at him, smiling at his lone warrior in this hellish land. It was all just a test... But for how long? The priest in training could only pray about that matter, wishing that His will would be fulfilled. Soon.
The waves reached his feet, bringing him to look down at them. his toes moved up and down, playing with the wet sand. It was so nice to leave the Palace. There were some humans trapped within the walls, bound to their demons and never to leave. The tormented souls cried every night, along with Rosevenir. His strength was something to admire in the eyes of humans, but compared to the beastly masters he was but a toy. His prayers always followed his kind and their torment, even if their fate had already been decided.
Five years...
He had been here for almost a third of his life. The thought itself was daunting. There was scripture of men going into solitude for days, months, even years. Was this his role? A prophet for his people? Even now, after accepting this faith, he still had many questions. A sad smile crossed his lips. So Father Bartalotti lied? It was an amusing thought, as he would ask every day when all things would be revealed. His friend would always smile and tell him to ask tomorrow. What about today, Padre Bartalotti? He asked the air, wondering if the winds traversed worlds, realms even. Would he hear from that man again?
For so long he has remained hidden. As far as he and the other Rebels were concerned, no boogie knew of his existence. He was a man who could slip in and out of places with ease. If a boogie spotted him, what name could they put to the face? True, his vestments were separating him from the rest of the Rebels, but what did it matter? It was a comfort, a security blanket to him. He could remember his daily duties and the smell of burning essences. How he loved that smell. There were substitutes in this Hell, but they were not the same as Dio had given him on earth.
The longing eyes drifted back up to the sky, taking in the wonderful stars and glorious moon. How strange a place of evil could be so beautiful. Was it not a temptation? A lust that would fill him with sorrow as soon as he was saved? The thought lingered for a moment before a clear answer came to him: No.
Perhaps he could still Bartalotti here after all.