The closer I approached Doomstadt, the more I felt like everyone saw me as someone important. The first building on the right was some kind of church or shrine. It was around there I noticed why the natives were looking at me with such prominence. A line of black cloaked people was marching into the religious establishment. Everyone I walked by must of thought I was one of those monks or druids. It dawned on me that the very cloak must have belonged to one of those people. So I would not appear irregular, I joined the group entering the small temple. What I saw inside made me very shocked, and increased my hunger for revenge. Besides the congregation of over one hundred Doomstadt natives, and the circle of dark cloaked monks around them, there was a statue of Doom in the center of that shrine. It appalled me how Doom could get those folks to believe that he was a GOD. There was no way I was going to participate in that ceremony. But how was I going to get out? I begin to notice how the monks could go up to individuals in the congregation, and request ANYTHING of them. I even saw two monks ask two women to go ahead with them, and do something that was none of my business. This gave me an idea. I started to concentrate on making myself look very old and wrinkled thanks to my powers. Then, I started observing the congregation. To my left, a few rows down was a boy who looked exactly my age and height. I walked up to him, and said in the most old and crippled masculine voice I could do.
"Young one, come here."
The boy approached me and said in such a way as if he was praising me.
" Yes prophet of Lord Doom, what do you request of me?"
"Prophet of Lord Doom?" That thought raced through my head, and hit me in the pit of my stomach. But still, I persevered on.
"Would you lend me your clothes so I can spend my possible last day on this Earth imagining I am a young lad like you?"
Yes, in a way a sick request I realized. But, I was desperate to get that outfit that represented such a dark, dirty, and downright evil religion off. The boy responded.
"Yes, faithful prophet. Lord Doom shall be so proud of me!"
He began to strip down to his undergarments. As soon as he had his shirt and pants off, I made sure no one was looking, molded one of my hands into a mallet, and conked the boy out. The boy was not knocked out completely. He kept mumbling as I left him behind.
"Lord Doom will be so proud of me..."
The congregation and monks were so busy chanting and carrying on with their ceremony that I was able to sneak out easily. Behind the shrine, I took off the cloak, and put on the boy's clothes over my uniform. The people of Latveria possessed black or very dark brown hair. I didn't want to stick out with my light-medium brown hair, so I hid it all under the boy's hat. I felt weird dressing like that. But hey, I along with my stepfather, Ben, and Johnny had to dress like rejects from the Pirates of Penzance during our first conflict with Doom. Praying that new disguise worked, I walked back into the streets of Doomstadt.
"Young one, come here."
The boy approached me and said in such a way as if he was praising me.
" Yes prophet of Lord Doom, what do you request of me?"
"Prophet of Lord Doom?" That thought raced through my head, and hit me in the pit of my stomach. But still, I persevered on.
"Would you lend me your clothes so I can spend my possible last day on this Earth imagining I am a young lad like you?"
Yes, in a way a sick request I realized. But, I was desperate to get that outfit that represented such a dark, dirty, and downright evil religion off. The boy responded.
"Yes, faithful prophet. Lord Doom shall be so proud of me!"
He began to strip down to his undergarments. As soon as he had his shirt and pants off, I made sure no one was looking, molded one of my hands into a mallet, and conked the boy out. The boy was not knocked out completely. He kept mumbling as I left him behind.
"Lord Doom will be so proud of me..."
The congregation and monks were so busy chanting and carrying on with their ceremony that I was able to sneak out easily. Behind the shrine, I took off the cloak, and put on the boy's clothes over my uniform. The people of Latveria possessed black or very dark brown hair. I didn't want to stick out with my light-medium brown hair, so I hid it all under the boy's hat. I felt weird dressing like that. But hey, I along with my stepfather, Ben, and Johnny had to dress like rejects from the Pirates of Penzance during our first conflict with Doom. Praying that new disguise worked, I walked back into the streets of Doomstadt.