Just a short drabble I couldn't get off my mind.
I should not be here. In this church, this holy place. Me! Laughable. I've killed countless people. I'm tainted, darkness itself. How could they give me sanctuary, knowing this? They've seen the mark on my back. I've asked them several times, why? The only answer I've ever received was "God gives all sanctuary, he forgives." I don't understand, will I ever? They look at me, smiles on their faces. They want me to join them for meals, talk with them, and spend time with them. How? They just accept me. They care nothing for my past. The blood covering my hands, it's like it doesn't even matter. I feel it though. The blood covers me, my soul. God would never forgive someone like me, someone who has sinned beyond all hope. I am only a killer, a murderer. I cannot even remember the number of people I've killed. How many innocents have fallen to my blade? Even now, I wait for my orders. I cannot forget my training. I am unable to use my powers for anything else. Why? I almost beg them, don't accept me. Me of all people, I can never be saved.