According to some people I'm getting in to Mary sue zone… In which I hate doing. But I knew it was coming up. This may help explain why I have to have a bit of a Mary Sue in here… because of a development of two characters. Yes, I could do it with Edward… but how unoriginal and boring is that? Plus he doesn't know how to use alchemy in Germany… so Tillie is the only one that can make the big sub plot. Okies… here it is. So finally after a looooong break here is Cantos 5. If you have any questions please ask me. Also if you need pictures of anything (like characters, the church, the book, or even Tillie's transmutation circle.) just ask.
The dirty cobblestone laid a path into the darkness. The cold air from the rain made puffs of air come out of his lips. He didn't really say anything… for he didn't need to. He was just their… a source of energy according to the other was here to help God word reach all. For that was the only explainable reason. But something told him other wise… visions of an unknown past with rockets… sinners… sex… and politics. A not very religious at all that flooded his mind in longing.
The long knife lay in his hand limply… blood dripping off it mingling in the rain as if they where one. His red eyes looked at them on the ground, staring at the blood of what used to be some one living. For he was not…anymore. It was hard for him to explain it. It was like God… unexplainable. The blood washed away with its brother water.
Blood is thicker then water… but we need both to survive.
He thought as he looked up at the comforting glow of candles. The enormous building stood tall, a warning to everyone to repent. But even a church so splendid as Theatiner Church St. Kajetan did not stop what was happening in Germany or the World for that matter. It was the Roaring 20's, America gin and smoking was all in even if acohol was illegal. The man walked up to the doors, pushing on it he felt his body deteriorate into a gas structure known as Sarin… pushing threw the cracks of the door. He was now air, well gas. A toxic gas for that matter. Usually, when he turn into this state, he would turn into a toxic cloud that was usually formed from rockets of that time. He didn't know why he was compelled to form into Sarin. But the gas, Sarin would be another breaking of that beloved treaty of Versallies.
The rich stucco ornaments inside the church have a remarkably light feeling owing to its brilliant white color. Beautiful patterns carved into the white walls of the church just showed the brillance of the altar even more. On the Altar was a little girl kneel besides it. Her hair was white blondeish color with red eyes staring at him. Her reds quickly retreated to the ground as he saw her.
" God Bless thy, Humility."
The words tumbled out of his mouth as if he was a little chorus boy saying them.
" And also with you Intergrity."
Replied the girl is a soft shy voice. Her face looked up to meet him, in which her pale skin turned red. She hated looking people… even her own kind. Even worst was the fact his eyes where staring at her's. With this moment of humiliation, their was a long awark pause.
" I killed the sinner… Sir Bacon."
She whispered. She didn't whispered it because she felt guilty… it was the fact that being all alone in a church tends to make your voice echo. Intergrity looked at her, it was a sad look.
" I killed her too. The gypsie… and my body froze. It's never done that… but I learned something knew…"
There was a pause, as he was breathing in Sarin himself. Of course nothing would happen to him. He was immortily to God's wish. For God wanted him and the other's to make the world right again.
"Alfons. Heiderich… That's who I was."
He said… face pale with shock as he looked in the reflective chalice seeing his blonde hair, face structure turn into the picture he saw. The blue eyed sinner turned into a virtue of intergrity.