The Lords Tears

by Skittifink Dagger

A Town run on religion and fear in terrible awe to the Brotherhood that live on the hill above them. Once every 8 years, in the time of the eclipse they seek the reincarnation of their Lord that they may teach him their ways before he remembers his.

2. Chapter 2

ORIGINAL ENDING:

Thankfully he was not facing him, he didn't have to see those eyes again.

Weighing the dagger in his hand briefly Maer plunged it deep into the boys gut though his back.

The small body stiffened in his arms but he held him tight. In his mind he could see that mouth again pulled wide in a scream without voice.

Now limp the withdrew the blade and pushed the body back onto the straw.

Again he slipped his hands into his gloves, the blood made them feel strange, he put on his mask and opened the door to the waiting pontiff.

One of the others took the blade from his hand, and softly clapped him on the shoulder. Maer didn't feel anything. No sorrow, no hate, no joy at his promotion. Just empty.

The Pontiff took the stole from about his own neck and placed the embroidered fabric around Maers neck just as Maer felt a blade plunge into his back. The tip piercing his lung leaving him no air to scream.