✞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. )
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 trifling youth had clutched his head down as the behemoth-like figure of a man soared over him and descended upon the creature like a merciless Right Hand of God. The creature had no had a chance to even contemplate it's offense before it was sent into the lake of fire squealing like a pig.
Trembling hands slowly wretched their way from his crown of light blond, blurry eyes peering up at the stature of Divine Punishment standing before him with his gallant back turned. Enrico's irises became as discuses, wide and wavering at the sight of his beloved shepherd, resurrected from the dead '3 Days Later'.]
H..haa... F...F-a... Fath..er..?
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[Training a vigilant eye on the Young Serpent the Warrior of God who was neither wholly son of Adam nor the grass of the fields pivoted on his heel, his silhouette cast down upon the cherubic boy like the granite crest of a Holy mountain. He treaded forwards, lumbering forth in what the wicked could only describe as Dread Fear that griped the very intimate fibres of their blackened souls.
Mighty and Powerful the sentinel faced his Leader, a single rose unshielded in the flood of a storm.]
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[A sudden ambiance like a cold and unforgiving wind, chilled the cherub till he was as frozen as his marbled likeness. What was this thing.. this creature... this abomination that wore his shepherd's flesh?
He couldn't stagger, he couldn't move. Every motion to leap to flight had been stilled by his cemented fear as if his eyes beheld the garish Crucifixion enbodied in one horrific figure.]
A-aa-..aaa--aa-ah..!
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[A breathless moment, and the two, boy and beast, faced one another, one flesh and one borne from the Seeds of Christ. Whip-like tendrils, thick and thorn-ridden, covered roughly three-quarters of his head, leaving only a part of his blonde locks and visage to exposure, along with a single vigilant eye.
With a soft vibration the twining green vines flick out to gently grasp his wrist, the oddly fleshy tendrils having an unnatural sentience as they slid around the alabaster appendage.
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...En.....ri....co....
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[A shrill scream belted out from the choir-boy's throat and he tugged back like a tiny fish caught on a hook. Hot tears welled up in his terror-stricken eyes as he trembled in such a morbid fright he looked as if he might pale into faintness.]
L..let go! Let go! Let go please.. please.. please don't hu--hurt me! Let me go!!
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[Traversing closer the Saintly Relic only firms the grip and sets a warm hand on his brow, the touch strangely soothing despite his appearance as he dragged his perfectly human fingers across that tender brow.]
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[Dread in it's darkest form gripped his tiny heart as that monstrous hold gripped upon him. He started to weep, wailing like a child lost in the wilderness and wolves baying for his blood. He pulled but there was no give... And so he groveled, breaking down into heartfelt sobs as those tears cascaded down his tender face.]
Lord.. Lord.. S-s-ssorry... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry please.. please... I swear to you I'll..
I-I'll never condemn you again.. I didn't want to! I DIDN'T WANT TO PLEASE..!!
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