Chapter IV: Letter to the Corinthians
[After weeks of silence since he opened Pandora's box, the professor had called to his begrieved student to break their incessant fasting of eachother's presence. Only God knew the great feats Abraham went to avoid the younger man, fit to be tied that John would heal swifter if the master_helsing of his affliction was put out of sight. And with hope, out of mind. He had called to him with much earnest and sincerity, comforted to know that at least one demon of theirs would be put to rest.
And so, as he awaited his dear friend, Abraham paced the ornate carpeting of the mansion's parlor, his shadow cast long across the room by the warm light of the paraffin lamps and the moderately light fire of the ivory hearth. With each step, he carried with him a word of scripture, his grand holy book held before him as he spoke the verses of 2 Corinthians. A chapter that perfectly complimented the lament in his heart, just as Paul went to Reaffirm his Love in his Letter to the Corinthians. Just as he had long wished to have Reaffirm himself with John.]
...But I determined this with myself, that I would not come again to you in heaviness. For if I make you sorry, who is he then that maketh me glad, but the same which is made sorry by me? And I wrote this same unto you, lest, when I came, I should have sorrow from them of whom I ought to rejoice; having confidence in you all, that my joy is the joy of you all...
...For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you...
...But if any have caused grief, he hath not grieved me, but in part: that I may not overcharge you all. Sufficient to such a man is this punishment, which was inflicted of many. So that contrariwise ye ought rather to forgive him, and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one should be swallowed up with overmuch sorrow....
...Wherefore I beseech you that ye would confirm your love toward him. For to this end also did I write, that I might know the proof of you, whether ye be obedient in all things. To whom ye forgive any thing, I forgive also: for if I forgave any thing, to whom I forgave it, for your sakes forgave I it in the person of Christ; Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not ignorant of his devices...
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[Abraham paused to reflect upon these words, leaning himself against the grand Steinway piano, where he had last found his dear friend lamenting before he uttered his damnable secret. A look of bereavement etched his thick brows, outstanding the mark upon his left eye-lid in the dim light. For he too had lamented and wailed the moment his friend had stormed from the room and left him with the demons he had conjured himself and deserved to face torment by.
Abraham lovingly splayed his hand across the gold-leaflet pages, feeling the pressure of unshed tears well in the arch of his nose. Steadfast, however, he went to close the book, and await with dignity. For as he had just read: I determined this with myself, that I would not come again to you in heaviness.]
[Private | Walter C. Dornez]
[The pocket relay taps the young retainer's NV to bring him to attention.]
Mr. Dornez. Concerning these matters of dark stalkers in the night, I wish you to meet with me at the midnight hour, long after Dr. Seward has gone to rest. I will be awaiting you in the Solarium.
And so, as he awaited his dear friend, Abraham paced the ornate carpeting of the mansion's parlor, his shadow cast long across the room by the warm light of the paraffin lamps and the moderately light fire of the ivory hearth. With each step, he carried with him a word of scripture, his grand holy book held before him as he spoke the verses of 2 Corinthians. A chapter that perfectly complimented the lament in his heart, just as Paul went to Reaffirm his Love in his Letter to the Corinthians. Just as he had long wished to have Reaffirm himself with John.]
...But I determined this with myself, that I would not come again to you in heaviness. For if I make you sorry, who is he then that maketh me glad, but the same which is made sorry by me? And I wrote this same unto you, lest, when I came, I should have sorrow from them of whom I ought to rejoice; having confidence in you all, that my joy is the joy of you all...
...For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you...
...But if any have caused grief, he hath not grieved me, but in part: that I may not overcharge you all. Sufficient to such a man is this punishment, which was inflicted of many. So that contrariwise ye ought rather to forgive him, and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one should be swallowed up with overmuch sorrow....
...Wherefore I beseech you that ye would confirm your love toward him. For to this end also did I write, that I might know the proof of you, whether ye be obedient in all things. To whom ye forgive any thing, I forgive also: for if I forgave any thing, to whom I forgave it, for your sakes forgave I it in the person of Christ; Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not ignorant of his devices...
...
[Abraham paused to reflect upon these words, leaning himself against the grand Steinway piano, where he had last found his dear friend lamenting before he uttered his damnable secret. A look of bereavement etched his thick brows, outstanding the mark upon his left eye-lid in the dim light. For he too had lamented and wailed the moment his friend had stormed from the room and left him with the demons he had conjured himself and deserved to face torment by.
Abraham lovingly splayed his hand across the gold-leaflet pages, feeling the pressure of unshed tears well in the arch of his nose. Steadfast, however, he went to close the book, and await with dignity. For as he had just read: I determined this with myself, that I would not come again to you in heaviness.]
[Private | Walter C. Dornez]
[The pocket relay taps the young retainer's NV to bring him to attention.]
Mr. Dornez. Concerning these matters of dark stalkers in the night, I wish you to meet with me at the midnight hour, long after Dr. Seward has gone to rest. I will be awaiting you in the Solarium.