The Path of the Bloody Spade: Part 1
#1 of Spade
So here's another little thing that's coming randomly out of my mind. Not sure I like the title, so consider it a working title and subject to change. Before we begin, many of you probably won't recognize the monologue in the beginning because it's in Latin. The first part is the end of the Lord's Prayer: "As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." The second line is famous amongst Christians: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus said it on the cross shortly before he died. As a disclaimer, this story does feature aspects of Christianity, and should it continue, it will also include violence, magic, and homosexual and heterosexual relationships. Should any of these things offend you, leave and reconsider you ideology.
1442 Anno Domini
"...et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen."
The monk rose from his knees, standing with his head bowed and obscured by his cowl. His eyes flashed jade in the candlelight as he looked at the crucifix before him.
"Et nos dimittimus devitoribus nostris," he whispered again. He gazed at the figure above the altar with mixed emotions. "Eli Eli lama sabachthani?"
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6th year of the reign of King Drystan I (645 years Before Christ)
"You have it?"
"I do."
"Did you open it?"
"Do you think me a fool?"
"Do you want me to answer that?"
"Yes. In gold, as agreed."
"Ha! This is why I like you. Here, take your money. It was well earned."
"Many thanks."
"One more thing. Don't look at me like that, it makes me nervous."
"Good."
"We have another task for you. You will be well compensated."
"Very well. What would you have me do?"
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1442 Anno Domini
"Father Abbot."
"Brother André."
"Please, Father--"
"I know, my son. It is, however, your name among us."
The monk sighed. "Very well. I have something to ask of you."
The abbot moved a hand through his greying hair. "You wish to leave us again, don't you?"
"I must, Father. For my good and the good of the abbey."
"You hardly need my permission to leave, although I do appreciate the notice."
"Father Abbot." The monk paused. "I will require the use of my tools on this journey. The ones I brought with me when I came here."
The abbot looked at the monk with tired grey eyes. Will all of him be grey when he is layed to rest? the monk wondered. The abbot had seen better days. Part of his right ear was missing, a tribute of war. His eyes were slightly glazed, and his eyesight was going. His hair had been slow to turn grey, but now the black was sparse, and the hair was much thinner on his head than it had been when the monk had joined the monastery. Some stubble showed on his face although the Right Reverend shaved regularly. His skin was paler than most, but it was by no means albino. His nose had been broken at some point and never reset correctly, leaving it with a slight crook. Overall, he gave the image of an aging man. Despite all this, the abbot still had considerable strength about him, physically, mentally, and spiritually. Even in his old age, the abbot remained a power in the region.
"I told you on entering the abbey, Brother André, the conditions on which you would be allowed to stay. You made a vow."
"And now I am leaving, so the conditions no longer apply."
"I told you that you were to leave them in the care of the abbey and to never again take them up."
"Father Abbot--"
"I cannot stop you from leaving, Brother, but I cannot let you take them."
"Father Justin."
The abbot's eyes flashed angrily. "Brother André, I told you--"
"And I told you, Father Abbot." The monk's tone softened. "I'm sorry, Father, but it must be done. I will come to you for confession afterwards, and may God have mercy on my soul."
The abbot snorted. "If either of us are alive afterwards."
"Father Abbot."
The abbot sighed, once again running a hand through his hair. "Very well. Here, I will accompany you. No, no," He waved a hand as the monk stepped forward. "I'm quite all right to stand myself, thank you. Let us go to the storage area and retrieve your... tools, as you so delicately call them."
"Father Abbot." The monk's jade eyes stood out in the candlelight as the rest of him was obscured beneath his cowl and robes. The green orbs glistened slightly as they reflected the flames. "I am sorry."
"I know, my son. I know."
There we go. Another short start, but this might continue. I have some vague ideas, so I might run with it. I'm sorry LFHS isn't coming along, but I'm still trying to get my muse back for that story. I hope that this at least slightly appeases some of you. *cringes* Don't hurt me!
Oh, and before anyone flags this for not being furry, please keep in mind this is a very short intro. Furriness will definitely happen in the future, so please don't cut this on that account. And comment, please. I'm lonely.