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He ran down the dark ally as his boots knocked against the pavement. He legs burned and he could barely keep his lungs from catching fire. His only hoped seemed to be a church right in front of him and he almost started praying to get there. He used the last of his strength to push his body through the doors and the creature following him disappeared. He turned over slowly to see a priest standing before him. The priest picked him up and carried him to a room. He fell unconscious on the way.
He woke up chained to the wall. His veins ran cold as he looked around quickly. He was in a dark room, his chains where heavy and he saw he had no shirt on, which revealed his many pagan tattoos. He pulled on his chains and noticed quickly how strong they were. He heard a sound coming from behind a enormous metal door that was his obvious only way out of the room. He pretended to be unconscious as he heard the door slide painfully open.
“Do not pretend to be sleep little lost one. I know you are awake.” The priest said. The man looked up into the priest’s deep blue eyes with contempt. “What is your name dear one?”
“My name is Jacob,” The man said with annoyance. “Why am I in chains? What have I done to deserve this?”
“YOU ARE A SINNER! YOU PREACH THE WORD OF THE f*****t INFESTED RELIGION THAT YOU PRACTICE!” The priest yelled then calmed himself and spoke more calmly. “I only wish to save your soul before you are truly damned. For my god wants all his children in heaven.”
“Screw your god.” Jacob said as he spat in the face of the priest.
“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THAT WAY TO YOUR ELDER!” The priest bellowed as he struck Jacob with a pipe. Jacob tasted blood as he spat some of his teeth out. The priest then spoke again. “Now, lets begin with what you must do to repent your ways of evil.”
“I said, Screw. Your. God. I will not bow to a God I do not believe in.” Jacob said again, this time he spat blood in the priest’s face before he felt the blow of the pipe to his ribs.
Jacob did not once scream out in pain, but instead spat blood in the face of the priest as he repeated his statement. The priest landed blow and blow on Jacobs arms, ribs, legs and back. The final blow came to his skull once more.
“This is your last chance boy. Repent your evil ways or I will have to cleanse you from this world and send you to the hell you need to be in!” The priest said as he gripped the pipe once more. Jacob looked at the pipe and then stood up on his nearly broken legs.
“Screw your God. Did your Christ really teach you to hate and murder like this? Wasn’t one of the Ten Commandments thou shall not kill?! Do your worst Priest. But I stand by what I have said. Screw your damned God.” Jacob said firmly as he spat blood in the priest’s face again. The priest grabbed the pipe and swung hard at Jacob’s temple. Jacob fell unconscious after that.
Jacob awoke three days later, in the hospital down the street from the church where he had been held. His legs were broken, so were his arms and a few ribs, but he would live. The police there told him that the Priest had missed the final blow and instead of hitting Jacob, the Priest managed to unbalance himself and fall onto another piece of broken pipe that was sticking up. The priest, as it would seem, was dead and Jacob was not.
Jacob returned to the place where he was held weeks later, once he was healed enough. He looked around as a chill fell over the room. His eyes caught the pipe that the Priest had fallen on and he moved closer to see it. He noticed a symbol on the pipe. He had the same thing tattoo on the back of his neck. It was the symbol of the Goddess. Jacob smiled as he realized what the gods had done. Jacob stood up and left the room and a** he did he muttered on statement. Screw Your God.
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Title:
Sin of the Father
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Artist:
-Echo- Nikko
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Description:
A dark tale about a Priest, who after saving a mans life and realizes what religion the man is, goes against the bible and tries to cleanse him in a very brutal way.
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Date:
06/10/2009
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Tags:
sins
father
christianity
paganism
death
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