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Rated: M for language/violence/ sexual content/ fantasy.. Did I name it all?
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Chapter 3: Beginning Nightmares
Priest sharpened his weapons at his table while thinking about the day he had to let his daughter go, and it was the worst day of his life before the war.
15 years he dreamt of her, never forgetting her strangled screams of heartbreak that made her veins pop out of her tiny neck as her mother tried to drag her up the porch. He was only slightly comforted knowing that in time her heart would heal and she would forget about him.
Her mother threatened that they would come for Lucy once she was older if he joined the clergy in their mission to kill vampires. After all, his Priest blood flowed through her. He flinched for he knew that any kids parented by the Priest circle would be a prize for the clergy's agenda; the ultimate trophy to do what they like with.
As Lucy struggled more and more it was getting harder to control her movements. "I want to go with daddy!" Lucy cried in her high pitched voice.
She breathed harder with each forced step until finally her mother picked her up and threw her over her shoulders.
"Wait," Priest softly commanded. The uncertainty of the burden he was about to bestow upon her was more crushing than him forsaking his family, and it felt like an elephant sat on his chest; it cut is breath short.
Lucy squealed in response and her mother put her down; she barely touched the wood before barreling down the steps. Her father kneeled down in front of her and caressed her reddened, chubby cheeks.
A bit of regret flashed in Priest's eyes as he stared into his precious daughters eyes before pulling out a shiny object.
"Guard this as best as you can and when you look at it think about my love; no one can ever take it away. Look at it and think that no one else is worthy of such beauty, this gift is priceless, it matches the fire inside of you," Priest whispered in her small ear. He hoped she would remember those words, as he picked her up and hugged her, burying his nose in her jasmine- scented hair.
It was a tear drop ruby that sparkled and shimmered like stars in the night sky on a silver chain, but that was the only thing she would remember from her father. She would never see his tears slip from the crevice of his tortured eyes, a piece of him died, and would remain dead forever.
The alien rock that felt heavy on her tiny neck mesmerized her and she looked up to find her father gone like he had been a figment of her imagination.
She began to hate the heaviness and constant heat the rock imposed on her chest, it would always add to her loneliness, not take away.
Priest roused himself from brooding; his eyes drooped and he decided to turn in for the night. His nightmares started like they always did; a cruelty that no man should know- vivid, long, and painful.
Priest walked down the hallways in the convent. It was the last night they would be here before setting out for the war and his friends were sound asleep. He decided to go to a small library that held valuable information for a wide variety of subjects, especially religious works.
He looked up the hallway and saw a door with soft, glowing light; smoke came out of the crack. Something that sounded like moans floated to his ears and so he decided to investigate. A feeling of dread blanketed him as he reached the door and he wondered if he really wanted to know what was behind it because now he heard crying.
Priest cracked the door open silently and peered in. The room was filled with lavish, expensive brightly colored furniture that you would not be able to find anywhere else and it spoke of the clergy's wealth and vast resources.
Monsignor Orelas, the one who gave Priest the vows to recite, had a very young girl bent over on a bed completely naked. She was crying, but she was not the only one crying. A young boy was in the corner with two other clergy men; one was in front while the other in back, and chains around them indicated they were held there. Blood was covering the walls and it occurred to him that not only were they held and raped, but beaten and tortured.
Orelas moans increased in volume. The young girl opened her wet, dead eyes and looked directly into Priest's eyes. Her mouth opened weakly to form 'help me' and a hint of clarity made her eyebrows rise up to question him. Suddenly confusion, anger, fear, and shame made her break eye contact. He quickly passed the gruesome scene and threw up as he turned down another hallway then he threw up again when he reached the library.
He fell on his knees and cursed their names, wishing that he never got caught up in such a filthy church, the only church around; he cried and promised God as he walked into the library that he would avenge those children no matter what the cost.
They made him take vows, now he was going to make them eat those vows. This offered him no comfort as he whipped the puke off of his mouth and spit on the floor. He could not free them for if they were captured no one would come out a winner except for the vile clergy.
He spotted the book he wanted after some light browsing, Spirits and Gemstones, written in gold letters.
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