fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra
Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in heaven
At the first sight, he seemed to examine the candle next to his, lost in thoughts. To some church visiters it might have seemed as if he was praying.
He didn't do anything of these. He was observing. The monk who desperately tried not to look too scared in his direction and the other people who came and went.
They were normal people, dressed up straightforward. Merchants, craftsmen, huntsmen. He found himself thinking about a normal life.
Though he wasn't be able to say if it was possible for him to live like that. He just existed because of the church. It owned his life. Had owned it.
Until a certain person appeared and destroyed everything he believed in.
He put a third candle on the board, spoke an Ave Maria and left the church or else the monk would have probably suffered from a heart attack.
He was strolling through the streets of the small village. All of them were innocent, with smaller or greater sins the Father loved everyone because he created them that way.
But He looked upon him with eyes full of anger, for he was a sinner whose sin could never be forgiven.
When he was a little boy, he was found half starved in front of a Spanish monastery of the fraternity. They took care of him and instructed him with the teachings of the Church.
Every little sin he committed had been punished and with even more cruelty he was reminded of it. Eventually he officially joined and got his first assignments.
His very first assignment was to accompany an older friar. They have been wandering along Camino de Santiago and put some pilgrim preachers away who have been spreading bible interpretations which were a thorn in the flesh of the Roman Catholic Church.
At that time he encountered Death and learned how to call him quickly and give him the souls of the sinners. At that time he was suffering from terrible nightmares.
The friar couldn't take them away but told him this way to sin was alright and God would forgive them and only them so that the Christian belief could be spreaded.
He had been young and way too unexperienced, so he believed these words and even believed that this was the only assignment that went this way.
But the truth was that he was a murderer with a holy mission. All his tasks were bound to death. And eventually, after he made his peace with the murders, somebody stepped into his world of praying, repentance and murder and blew it up.
This person showed him the other side of sins. Without even noticing it, his soul was owned by the devil.
His world was left to die and the goddamn person left his life. All that happend three years ago.
Now he was standing right there on the street and stared at the person who gave him everything and took away even more.
Good lord, you haven't changed at all. They looked at each other, shocked, not wanting to admit they were acquaintances.
Still it was obvisious to everyone who would've looked closer. Only grass green and ocean blue eyes were staring at each other until a carriage interrupted their eye contact for a few seconds.
As the blues had clear sight again, the other one had disappeared.