Post by Pater Dominguez on Jul 21, 2011 15:35:24 GMT -5
An old wooden church in the middle of Jamestown has always been the place of all that is holy in the area. It stood since ... since the settlement was created probably. Or at least it looked that way - all modern churches were built in stone, and even old ones were being replaced with stone ones. Much sturdier and all... Hmm, maybe they should have built that one out of stone as well...
There was a mass held inside, the priest was reading something from the Bible. Something about life of Jesus they talk about every Sunday, nothing really special. It was possible to notice there were a lot more people today here than there were ... say, two years ago? Seemed people began having more faith in God ... only when the devil was at their doorstep... Sad, they never came when everything was ok, and now they wished for the Lord they turned away from to save them...
Away from the crowd that listened to the priest reading the bible, there was a shadowy figure standing in a less-lit corner of the old church. People tended to go around and not approach too much, despite the man wearing a priest's robe. It was a creepy man, with a hat covering his bald skull, a pair of sunglasses he never took off, even inside, and a weird smile on his face. The man did not look like he was paying attention.
Because he did not need to. He could retell everything the priest was reading at any time of hour by memory. He was too deep in his thoughts anyhow... Which were more important than a random mass. Cross came to this God-forsaken place a couple of days ago, this small and useless city plagued by demons. A lot of demons, powerful ones too, judging by what he was told anyway... Children disappearing to the Corn, adults too... This was all work of the Devil... And he, among several others, was here to finish it.
Honestly though, for now his mission was to assert if they were able to handle this on their own, or if they should call for backup from Vatican itself. The latter was a last resort. But who knows, maybe they'll have to use it? This place was low on faith, all these people here? Afraid, but not faithful. Faith born of fear was not a lasting one.
The mass was ending anyhow, the session over, and people were starting leaving already. Most, of course, remained to pester the priest about some sort of blessing or amulet or whatnot... Heathens... Sheep. And yet, they were the shepherds, even if the sheep was afraid of them... Cross smiled a bit when he spotted a random girl making a large circle to avoid approaching him, who left quickly as he threw her a glare through the pair of those shades. Boo.
There was a mass held inside, the priest was reading something from the Bible. Something about life of Jesus they talk about every Sunday, nothing really special. It was possible to notice there were a lot more people today here than there were ... say, two years ago? Seemed people began having more faith in God ... only when the devil was at their doorstep... Sad, they never came when everything was ok, and now they wished for the Lord they turned away from to save them...
Away from the crowd that listened to the priest reading the bible, there was a shadowy figure standing in a less-lit corner of the old church. People tended to go around and not approach too much, despite the man wearing a priest's robe. It was a creepy man, with a hat covering his bald skull, a pair of sunglasses he never took off, even inside, and a weird smile on his face. The man did not look like he was paying attention.
Because he did not need to. He could retell everything the priest was reading at any time of hour by memory. He was too deep in his thoughts anyhow... Which were more important than a random mass. Cross came to this God-forsaken place a couple of days ago, this small and useless city plagued by demons. A lot of demons, powerful ones too, judging by what he was told anyway... Children disappearing to the Corn, adults too... This was all work of the Devil... And he, among several others, was here to finish it.
Honestly though, for now his mission was to assert if they were able to handle this on their own, or if they should call for backup from Vatican itself. The latter was a last resort. But who knows, maybe they'll have to use it? This place was low on faith, all these people here? Afraid, but not faithful. Faith born of fear was not a lasting one.
The mass was ending anyhow, the session over, and people were starting leaving already. Most, of course, remained to pester the priest about some sort of blessing or amulet or whatnot... Heathens... Sheep. And yet, they were the shepherds, even if the sheep was afraid of them... Cross smiled a bit when he spotted a random girl making a large circle to avoid approaching him, who left quickly as he threw her a glare through the pair of those shades. Boo.
