creeps.”
“Rangar, this’s not only about religion, and beyond the abolishment of any one faith; this is about the coming of a new dawn,” prophetically Mitchell spoke.
Learner Rotterdam, dipped in and out of his cognitive circumstance. His battered and bruised skin had a briny inelastic but sticky feel from lying days in his own urine and fecal matter. The confinement’s smell was beyond his mind’s comprehension; he could not stand his own stench as he fingered away at the dried flakes of rust pealing from the bottom of the ancient iron door. In a state of temporary lucidity, he contemplated his situation. “How did I get locked up in here? My devotion and loyalty have been unquestionable.”
Shaking from the cold, he slowly pulled his wretched knees tight up against his stomach. Miserably, he curled up, and devotedly searched out for help. “Star Child, why have you abandoned me? Please, I beg you, don’t let them sacrifice me!” Pain shot through his abdomen to his spine, causing his whole body to spasm, he clung to very edges of life. Vril Priests had mercilessly dealt him a cruel and brutal beating.
Prayers turned to anger, and his voice echoed down the long ancient corridors when he screamed, “I’m going to kill you, Master Paladin!”
“Why has he betrayed me? I can’t let this be the end of me…” Learner flinched out of his deep rumination when the oxidized door clanked open.
“It is time to pay your debt, Brother Rotterdam,” the Vril Priest said with fiery green sparkle in his eyes. They then picked the nearly crippled man off the soiled floor.
Exclaiming in a tone of defiance, Learner hoarsely voiced, “You’re making a big mistake!”
“All will be forgiven soon, Brother,” said a Priest in a calming tone while dragging his naked body down the darkly lit dungeon hall; his feet scraped the inlaid sandstone floor, making a raspy sound. They then pulled him into a large round room where two more Priests stood holding long spiky nails.
“Stretch him!” The head Priest pointed at the wooden cross lying at the room’s center.
“Please wait, did you talk with Master Paladin?” Learner’s arms were pulled across the dry timber.
“Who do you think ordered your cleansing, Brother Rotterdam?”
The Priest lined the spike over Learner’s hand, and enthusiastically spoke. “Yes, all will be forgiven, Brother,” and in one swift movement, the mallet flashed with blood, driving the nine-inch nail deep through his hand, and into the wooden cross.
Learner screamed, “Stop! You’re making a…” he agonizingly paused when the Priest nailed the second spike through his other hand, and before passing out from the excruciating pain, he continued, “…mistake! The Master would never betray me!”
When they sank the last nail into his white boney flesh, blood sprayed all over the Priest’s face who was holding Learner’s feet. He vocalized in full astonishment, “Look at it spurt, you must’ve hit a large artery!”
When they finished crucifying him, the cross was inverted upward into a carved rectangular slot in the stone floor’s center; blood gushed down his legs covering his whole body, creating a liquidly gory scene. Surrounding the tortured man’s near lifeless body that precariously hung nailed to an inverted wooden cross, stood five hooded Priests, shrouded in ceremonial black robes; each had a place at one of the five points of a pentagram that was carved in the round room’s textural stone floor.
The very top of the room’s dome was exposed to extreme elements of the surface, while the ancient temple remained entirely intact and protected below. Above, a single shaft of natural light beamed down through a square window, illuminating Learner’s bleeding, crucified body.
Eclipsed by the torchlight flickering off the wall, the lead Priest spoke. “You will be sacrificed to the coming of the Star Child, our Savior.”
They all then chanted,
“Rangar, this’s not only about religion, and beyond the abolishment of any one faith; this is about the coming of a new dawn,” prophetically Mitchell spoke.
Learner Rotterdam, dipped in and out of his cognitive circumstance. His battered and bruised skin had a briny inelastic but sticky feel from lying days in his own urine and fecal matter. The confinement’s smell was beyond his mind’s comprehension; he could not stand his own stench as he fingered away at the dried flakes of rust pealing from the bottom of the ancient iron door. In a state of temporary lucidity, he contemplated his situation. “How did I get locked up in here? My devotion and loyalty have been unquestionable.”
Shaking from the cold, he slowly pulled his wretched knees tight up against his stomach. Miserably, he curled up, and devotedly searched out for help. “Star Child, why have you abandoned me? Please, I beg you, don’t let them sacrifice me!” Pain shot through his abdomen to his spine, causing his whole body to spasm, he clung to very edges of life. Vril Priests had mercilessly dealt him a cruel and brutal beating.
Prayers turned to anger, and his voice echoed down the long ancient corridors when he screamed, “I’m going to kill you, Master Paladin!”
“Why has he betrayed me? I can’t let this be the end of me…” Learner flinched out of his deep rumination when the oxidized door clanked open.
“It is time to pay your debt, Brother Rotterdam,” the Vril Priest said with fiery green sparkle in his eyes. They then picked the nearly crippled man off the soiled floor.
Exclaiming in a tone of defiance, Learner hoarsely voiced, “You’re making a big mistake!”
“All will be forgiven soon, Brother,” said a Priest in a calming tone while dragging his naked body down the darkly lit dungeon hall; his feet scraped the inlaid sandstone floor, making a raspy sound. They then pulled him into a large round room where two more Priests stood holding long spiky nails.
“Stretch him!” The head Priest pointed at the wooden cross lying at the room’s center.
“Please wait, did you talk with Master Paladin?” Learner’s arms were pulled across the dry timber.
“Who do you think ordered your cleansing, Brother Rotterdam?”
The Priest lined the spike over Learner’s hand, and enthusiastically spoke. “Yes, all will be forgiven, Brother,” and in one swift movement, the mallet flashed with blood, driving the nine-inch nail deep through his hand, and into the wooden cross.
Learner screamed, “Stop! You’re making a…” he agonizingly paused when the Priest nailed the second spike through his other hand, and before passing out from the excruciating pain, he continued, “…mistake! The Master would never betray me!”
When they sank the last nail into his white boney flesh, blood sprayed all over the Priest’s face who was holding Learner’s feet. He vocalized in full astonishment, “Look at it spurt, you must’ve hit a large artery!”
When they finished crucifying him, the cross was inverted upward into a carved rectangular slot in the stone floor’s center; blood gushed down his legs covering his whole body, creating a liquidly gory scene. Surrounding the tortured man’s near lifeless body that precariously hung nailed to an inverted wooden cross, stood five hooded Priests, shrouded in ceremonial black robes; each had a place at one of the five points of a pentagram that was carved in the round room’s textural stone floor.
The very top of the room’s dome was exposed to extreme elements of the surface, while the ancient temple remained entirely intact and protected below. Above, a single shaft of natural light beamed down through a square window, illuminating Learner’s bleeding, crucified body.
Eclipsed by the torchlight flickering off the wall, the lead Priest spoke. “You will be sacrificed to the coming of the Star Child, our Savior.”
They all then chanted,
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