What's in a name: Well the people have spoken. and they like it, yet again
proving how gullible people are.
Alucard: I think they think you actually know where you're going with this story What's in name
What's in a name: I know and they didn't even flame me for how out of character you were
Alucard: Me out of character
What's in a name: Well would you really ever show a silly human emotion like anger
Alucard: Yeah pretty much but why don't I have more air time
What's in a name: You will I promise
Alucard: Well it's a good thing you don't own me or any of the other Hellsing characters this story sounds lame any way ********************************
Alexander stepped into the Galway cathedral pausing to breath in the air. It was an intoxicating mix of frankincense and oil. He did have a special fondness for Ireland and the United Kingdom. He himself was born in Glasgow but that was another life, long ago, before he joined the Church. Yet those damned Protestants drove him over the edge. They dared to turn away from the authority of the true church and even worse they had the audacity to claim rights to such countries like Ireland. Still, even most Protestant Churches could be tolerable. At least, they had developed their own tradition. The Anglican church on the other hand was merely an artificial replication; spawned upon divorce of all things. At least the Lutherans left for dignified reasons.
Still it filled Alexander's heart with gladness to see this beautiful old cathedral. It was centuries older than even he. He stepped down the isles and looked up at the high gothic styled ceiling. It came together forming a high arch and beautiful stained glass windows surrounded the high ceiling. Martyrs and Apostles smiled down through the colored glass in beams of light that laid upon the church floor. Alexander looked up at the alter. The crucifix hung there front and center. "Yes God is always watching us."
"Excuse me Father I didn't know anyone was here."
Alexander turned and noticed a young boy in the isle. He was upon his knees before the table of candles. Obviously the child had been in prayer. The boy stood up slowly in veneration chanting "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Amen."
"Oh but my child the Lord is always here."
The boy turned his face to Alexander reveling his mesmerizing blue eyes. "Of course Father its only that I didn't wish to disturb you. This must be your first time here. I have not seen you before."
Alexander laughed lightly at this. It was not an evil laugh in fact it was somewhat pleasing to the ears. "My child I have been in this church many times. Long before you were ever born."
"Oh," said the boy "forgive me its just such a beautiful cathedral. The way you looked at it, I felt you were seeing it for the first time but then I forget I always feel as though I'm seeing it for the first time."
Alexander smiled. "I'm glad that you come here often child. Is there a reason why you came today. Is there some great sin upon your chest you have come to confess."
"No, father I thank you I only came to ask Saint Augustine to pray for me. You see I was reading the City of God but I wanted to ask him to help me understand his message."
"Ah child it is well that you study. All men must be theologians and woman as well though their studies must be guided more closely. I shall pray for you as well. God will always reward our efforts when seek him through wisdom."
"Father Reilly," said the boy.
Alexander turned to the smiling face of the cathedral's priest. "You must be Father Alexander," said the middle aged priest.
"Yes," said Alexander "I'm so glad to meet you. I suppose we will be getting to know each other rather well."
"Yes," said Father Reilly less enthusiastically. "Shall we enter my office."
"Of course."
"I'll be leaving now Father Reilly, Father Alexander." The young boy turned and walked along the church wall heading toward the isle door. Alexander looked again at the young boy. It was good to see a child so devoted to their faith.
"Tell me," said Alexander "who was that boy."
"You mean Winston," said Reilly "he is a local boy."
"Does he come every Sunday with his family."
"Oh no, I'm afraid his aunt is Protestant. His parents were apparently killed in an automobile accident when he was a baby so he lives with her. Actually I think when he first came here 4 years ago it was a rebellious whim on his part. Still he has never missed a Sunday of Church since the first time he came to mass and he has to walk 2 miles. It is not even uncommon to find him here in prayer."
"Hmm, it is well that he has found his way to the true church God has guided his actions."
"Yes," Father Reilly motioned for Alexander to follow him into his office. Alexander sat down in a heavy queen ann chair. Reilly had a desk of course but rather than push the issue with this man he sat next to him in the companion chair. "I received a letter from Iscariot yesterday. I'm rather surprised you arrived so soon. In fact, all of this is rather shocking to me."
"I understand but those scum sucking vampires need to be eliminated at all costs. The world must be purged of all inhuman beasts and it is my job to do that. This increase in demonic activity must end."
"Yes of course," Reilly looked down at his shoes avoiding Alexander's piercing green stare. "I suppose we all serve God in different ways."
Winston walked on through the green rolling hills. He had a strange feeling about that priest. There was something, dare he think it, unholy about the man. No it wasn't his place to judge a priest of all people. Whoever Father Alexander was he was far more holy than a 12 year old boy. Still Winston had a right to protect his Church it was his sanctuary. A place where he could feel God.
The dull Protestant churches of his youth never had the same effect upon him He longed to see Gods presence in the pomp that was exclusive to the Roman Catholic Church. Winston was a mystic and somewhere in his soul he longed to be cleansed and absolved of some immortal sin. That first original sin, when man and woman invited the knowledge of evil into the world.
He always felt the sins of his father upon him stretching back through untold generations. Maybe it was all the silly fancies of a foolish boy. After all, he had never know his parents and perhaps he longed for any connection to share with them. Even if it was an unfair connection it was still something to be tied too.
****************** Alucard: that was terrible
What's in a name: what are you talking about they're showering me with gifts look I got a bag of commas see .*shows bag* I'm going to put one everywhere ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Alucard: well there you go the author doesn't want to be taken seriously
What's in a name: are you crazy this whole story is ridiculous. If my worst flames pertain to my grammar I'll be lucky.
Alucard: I think they think you actually know where you're going with this story What's in name
What's in a name: I know and they didn't even flame me for how out of character you were
Alucard: Me out of character
What's in a name: Well would you really ever show a silly human emotion like anger
Alucard: Yeah pretty much but why don't I have more air time
What's in a name: You will I promise
Alucard: Well it's a good thing you don't own me or any of the other Hellsing characters this story sounds lame any way ********************************
Alexander stepped into the Galway cathedral pausing to breath in the air. It was an intoxicating mix of frankincense and oil. He did have a special fondness for Ireland and the United Kingdom. He himself was born in Glasgow but that was another life, long ago, before he joined the Church. Yet those damned Protestants drove him over the edge. They dared to turn away from the authority of the true church and even worse they had the audacity to claim rights to such countries like Ireland. Still, even most Protestant Churches could be tolerable. At least, they had developed their own tradition. The Anglican church on the other hand was merely an artificial replication; spawned upon divorce of all things. At least the Lutherans left for dignified reasons.
Still it filled Alexander's heart with gladness to see this beautiful old cathedral. It was centuries older than even he. He stepped down the isles and looked up at the high gothic styled ceiling. It came together forming a high arch and beautiful stained glass windows surrounded the high ceiling. Martyrs and Apostles smiled down through the colored glass in beams of light that laid upon the church floor. Alexander looked up at the alter. The crucifix hung there front and center. "Yes God is always watching us."
"Excuse me Father I didn't know anyone was here."
Alexander turned and noticed a young boy in the isle. He was upon his knees before the table of candles. Obviously the child had been in prayer. The boy stood up slowly in veneration chanting "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Amen."
"Oh but my child the Lord is always here."
The boy turned his face to Alexander reveling his mesmerizing blue eyes. "Of course Father its only that I didn't wish to disturb you. This must be your first time here. I have not seen you before."
Alexander laughed lightly at this. It was not an evil laugh in fact it was somewhat pleasing to the ears. "My child I have been in this church many times. Long before you were ever born."
"Oh," said the boy "forgive me its just such a beautiful cathedral. The way you looked at it, I felt you were seeing it for the first time but then I forget I always feel as though I'm seeing it for the first time."
Alexander smiled. "I'm glad that you come here often child. Is there a reason why you came today. Is there some great sin upon your chest you have come to confess."
"No, father I thank you I only came to ask Saint Augustine to pray for me. You see I was reading the City of God but I wanted to ask him to help me understand his message."
"Ah child it is well that you study. All men must be theologians and woman as well though their studies must be guided more closely. I shall pray for you as well. God will always reward our efforts when seek him through wisdom."
"Father Reilly," said the boy.
Alexander turned to the smiling face of the cathedral's priest. "You must be Father Alexander," said the middle aged priest.
"Yes," said Alexander "I'm so glad to meet you. I suppose we will be getting to know each other rather well."
"Yes," said Father Reilly less enthusiastically. "Shall we enter my office."
"Of course."
"I'll be leaving now Father Reilly, Father Alexander." The young boy turned and walked along the church wall heading toward the isle door. Alexander looked again at the young boy. It was good to see a child so devoted to their faith.
"Tell me," said Alexander "who was that boy."
"You mean Winston," said Reilly "he is a local boy."
"Does he come every Sunday with his family."
"Oh no, I'm afraid his aunt is Protestant. His parents were apparently killed in an automobile accident when he was a baby so he lives with her. Actually I think when he first came here 4 years ago it was a rebellious whim on his part. Still he has never missed a Sunday of Church since the first time he came to mass and he has to walk 2 miles. It is not even uncommon to find him here in prayer."
"Hmm, it is well that he has found his way to the true church God has guided his actions."
"Yes," Father Reilly motioned for Alexander to follow him into his office. Alexander sat down in a heavy queen ann chair. Reilly had a desk of course but rather than push the issue with this man he sat next to him in the companion chair. "I received a letter from Iscariot yesterday. I'm rather surprised you arrived so soon. In fact, all of this is rather shocking to me."
"I understand but those scum sucking vampires need to be eliminated at all costs. The world must be purged of all inhuman beasts and it is my job to do that. This increase in demonic activity must end."
"Yes of course," Reilly looked down at his shoes avoiding Alexander's piercing green stare. "I suppose we all serve God in different ways."
Winston walked on through the green rolling hills. He had a strange feeling about that priest. There was something, dare he think it, unholy about the man. No it wasn't his place to judge a priest of all people. Whoever Father Alexander was he was far more holy than a 12 year old boy. Still Winston had a right to protect his Church it was his sanctuary. A place where he could feel God.
The dull Protestant churches of his youth never had the same effect upon him He longed to see Gods presence in the pomp that was exclusive to the Roman Catholic Church. Winston was a mystic and somewhere in his soul he longed to be cleansed and absolved of some immortal sin. That first original sin, when man and woman invited the knowledge of evil into the world.
He always felt the sins of his father upon him stretching back through untold generations. Maybe it was all the silly fancies of a foolish boy. After all, he had never know his parents and perhaps he longed for any connection to share with them. Even if it was an unfair connection it was still something to be tied too.
****************** Alucard: that was terrible
What's in a name: what are you talking about they're showering me with gifts look I got a bag of commas see .*shows bag* I'm going to put one everywhere ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Alucard: well there you go the author doesn't want to be taken seriously
What's in a name: are you crazy this whole story is ridiculous. If my worst flames pertain to my grammar I'll be lucky.
