Christmas was in full bloom. Trees were up and lights flickered green and red, over and over again. It seemed like Paris in its entirety was out and about, window shopping and celebrating the coming of Christ and the New Year to come. But amongst the lights and crowds, there was a darkness brewing within the walls of Notre Dame. Slowly, the priests circled around the altar and whispering in the loudest noise within the hall.
However, once the circle has been completed, a man steps out of the shadows and proclaims to the circle "Brothers! Today is the day that we will enact biblical revelation. Soon all will be as it should be. Sin will be punished and unholiness smited!" The words he spoke echoed throughout the cathedral, but resonated to each man's heart.
"But who shall hold the privilege, the honor, of becoming the servant of the Son of God himself? Who among us is pure of heart, mind, and soul, that they can hope to satisfy our Lord? None of us are worthy, brothers. But there is someone amongst us who is worthy of this honor, for she has been marked by God! Brother Marcus, bring the girl." And with this, a bigger man than that who was speaking stepped out of the shadows, carrying a girl in his arms.
The girl was young, no older than 15 years old and had shoulder length blonde hair. She was pretty, with long eyelashes and golden tan to accompany her hair. But perhaps the most important feature on her body was a red Papal Cross marked on her back. Her body lay limp and bare, hiding nothing from the eyes of the priests who surrounded her. But in the girl's current state, she was unable to see this, nor act in anyway to stop it.
"Now my brothers, this young girl of pure heart and soul has been brought to us. She is a gift from God and she is our vessel. The vessel to purity and power! The vessel to our Savior!"
As the high priest finished his speech, the altar room was filled with chanting "Christ est mort, Christ est ressuscité, Christ reviendra!" (Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again!) These chants grew louder and louder the high priest motioned towards the bigger man to whom he had brought forth earlier and this time he carried the Crown of Thorns, the religious artifact believed to have been worn by Christ himself on the day of his death.
"Oh hear me, Great One" spoke the high priest, as the chanting continued "give us your power as to triumph and your wisdom as to change the course of history. Descend from your seated place in heaven and bring forth the new age of Man. Give us not the false words of the Apostles and the Prophets. Speak to us from God and the holy mouth you possess. We beg of you, O' Lord, assume the mortal flesh once more, and SERVE US, O' SON OF MAN!"
Notes: Hey, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate any and all of you for reading and that I'm open to any constructive criticism. I'm not really good at comments and stuff, so I think I'll leave this as it is. Once again thanks for reading!
- PrinzRenth
