✞32 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Ecclesiastes 11:9
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.[†]
"Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men."
[☨]The rapid pitter-patter of feet click and clack all the way down the boardwalk. A youth by the age of 12 in appearance, wearing a black cassock and a small gold stole, had been running for what seemed days. He was withering at this point, wrought with exhaust and worry knitting his slender platinum brows. Stopping at the corner of an ally, he slipped into the shadows simply to catch his breath, gasping so hard as if he were attempting to compensate for the size of his tiny lungs.[☨]
Ang...lin..a... Nill.. Nill please come back...!
[☨]Panting he sniveled, tears leaking from his eyes were rubbed out angerly with blood-flecked hands.[☨]
St..stupid.. little brat.. whimpering wo-wont make her listen!
[☨] The chase had gone on for.. how long.. he couldn't remember. He was lost, and everything looked so much bigger now. The little lamb knew this dastardly place, yet he had gone in so many twists and turns that the way back to the church was long strayed from him.[☨]
G..got to.. go back.. m-maybe sh-she went back... H-aah..!?
[☨]A sharp shrill gasp was muffled under his mouth as a deeper shadow cast across his minikin form and a horrible beastly rumble rippled the air about him. Before his glassy eyes lurched one of those horrific demon spawn, it's beak-like jaws pincing open and closed and settling it's wicked eye upon him.[☨]
S-San Michele Arcangelo! Difendici nella battaglia; contro le malvagità e le insidie del diavolo sii nostro aiuto... Aa-a-amen!
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.[†]
"Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men."
[☨]The rapid pitter-patter of feet click and clack all the way down the boardwalk. A youth by the age of 12 in appearance, wearing a black cassock and a small gold stole, had been running for what seemed days. He was withering at this point, wrought with exhaust and worry knitting his slender platinum brows. Stopping at the corner of an ally, he slipped into the shadows simply to catch his breath, gasping so hard as if he were attempting to compensate for the size of his tiny lungs.[☨]
Ang...lin..a... Nill.. Nill please come back...!
[☨]Panting he sniveled, tears leaking from his eyes were rubbed out angerly with blood-flecked hands.[☨]
St..stupid.. little brat.. whimpering wo-wont make her listen!
[☨] The chase had gone on for.. how long.. he couldn't remember. He was lost, and everything looked so much bigger now. The little lamb knew this dastardly place, yet he had gone in so many twists and turns that the way back to the church was long strayed from him.[☨]
G..got to.. go back.. m-maybe sh-she went back... H-aah..!?
[☨]A sharp shrill gasp was muffled under his mouth as a deeper shadow cast across his minikin form and a horrible beastly rumble rippled the air about him. Before his glassy eyes lurched one of those horrific demon spawn, it's beak-like jaws pincing open and closed and settling it's wicked eye upon him.[☨]
S-San Michele Arcangelo! Difendici nella battaglia; contro le malvagità e le insidie del diavolo sii nostro aiuto... Aa-a-amen!