Chapter 7 - the priest

"c'mon Arthur let's go inside," the priest said. the sept itself was big, but inside of it was seven tall statues The priest brought him in front of the one with the sword and said"sit here arthur" whilst pointing at the chair "Il be back"

The priest opened the door near the end of the hall and arthur waited for his mother'𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖; Arthur began to get nervous

"Brotha I didn't know you were gonna waste your time on a whores bastard!," said a man loudly "I am a priest of the seven I will guide anyone even if there a whores bastard," said roine as he got out of the room,

behind him was a bald, bearded man with a mug of ale, from his left ear to his cheek was a scar. he had a big wide chest and his arms were fat, his legs were bigger than his thighs, as they approached him the bald man said, "N what's your name boy?"

"Arthur" he replied, "Arthur did ya know your mother has a fat arse and a good pair o'teats?" he spat proudly in Arthur's face "Brother!!" roine said angrily "I'm sorry roine I guess I've had too much wine," he said in a mocking tone while taking a drink.

roine annoyed, grabbed the mug out of his hand and threw it on the floor "you bastard that was arbor gold wine.."

"I'm sorry brother but I will not tolerate this behavior anymore" trying to sound friendly as possible

"w-when will mother be back," arthur said gaining the attention of the two brothers

faro sighed and his brother said "your mother will be back soon enough young one until then I'll teach you about the gods ". . . "and when will that be?" arthur said interrupting him,

Roine had seen and heard kids about the same age as arthur and they couldn't speak properly and those who could always stumbled over their words '𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈; roine thought "brother you should head back to the palace ya don't want the lord waiting now do ya" said the priest squinting his eyes staring at Arthur's special eye "Aye" said faro and with that he headed out the door...

"so tell me young arthur what do you know about the gods?" said the priest "nothing"

"then I will teach you from this day on and forward," he said "starting with the father he is prayed for judgment if your loved ones go into a war you might pray for the father for them to seek justice and wisdom to recognize it," said the priest "but don't you pray to the crone for wisdom? " said arthur, at that moment he knew he shouldn't have said that. he was slapped by the priest so hard he pretty much pushed him off the chair and onto the ground. "WAAGAGGH"

"QUIET you liar!!" Arthur was squirming on the ground and yelling at the top of his lungs

"Get up boy, get up!" roine said but arthur didn't hear, roines voice was overshadowed by Arthur's screams "I'll get you sweet milk eh?" roine said but to no avail the boy kept on screaming "How bout some ale?" arthur upon hearing this dried his tears and got up "D-do you promise" the priest looked at him with disgust he then slapped the boy harder than last time, making the fluids in his head swirl.

Arthur fell and slammed his palms onto the concrete floor, tears flooded his eyes he turned his neck looking up the man who just slapped

he. . . he was smiling, his black and brown teeth revealed, he spitted on the boy and then lifted his leg high up and Slammed it hard on his back making his chest smash on the floor roine kicked again and again until he saw arthur struggling to breathe.

'𝒐𝒉-𝑶𝒉 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆-𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉-𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆; "stay here and be a good little boy," roine said grinning as he went to lock the doors of the sept and then went back to pick him up ' 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍,𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝑶𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.; roine then peeked at the boy's face,

his eyes were wide, with tears gushing out. struggling to breathe

roine had gone into the room near the hall and there was a hidden key lock near the corners and he pulled a key out and opened the door and he headed down.....

arthur was starting to breathe again he was in a dark place he tried moving but the priest would bite his ribs hard making Arthur shriek they were nearing the end of the stairs and arthur was sobbing, snot came out of his nose but every time they did the priest lifted his head and licked it clean. they had arrived at the bottom where only there was one torch on the wall, the priest then threw him on the floor hard he was wriggling on the floor like a worm, the priest slapped him and turned him over, the priest then hit him on the back of the head with his leg making his face hit the cement he nearly fainted.

he was on the floor and he had no energy to move he was tired he wanted to sleep he couldn't even scream...

'𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑, he thought but mother never came, he then knew his mother wouldn't save him but he must survive on his own,𝒊-𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆" when the priest was unlacing Arthur's pants he grabbed his small cock twisting it, the priest gave out a small moan while doing so, he let go of his cock

arthur tilted his head back to the priest, who was so focused unlacing his pants. . . . he didn't notice the man coming up behind him who cut his throat deep, blood spurted out of his throat, and the soft flesh wiggled out, the man kept on slicing his throat till he nearly decapitated him, arthur tried to catch a glimpse of this man '𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆,𝒏𝒐.... 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏; arthur was looking at a man without a face the skinless faced man then vanished into the darkness...

the priest dropped right in front of Arthur's face.

the priest's face was pale and white like milk and his bloodied green eyes were wide-open looking at Arthur and his mouth was so open and large, arthur wondered if he could fit a mug into it,. . . then the worse came

blood slowly came out of the priest's throat crawling towards arthur, it then touched his lips he wanted to move away from the blood but the damages that were done to his body were too much.

he closed his mouth until he couldn't and blood rushed inside, more and more coming inside, he knew this was wrong but what could he do? get up and walk out the door? no, Arthur was laying there like a corpse. he was determined to survive....'𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕; blood came into his mouth he wanted to spit it out, but his subconscious.... wanted more.

was it to satisfy his needs because he was thirsty? or something else. . . . . .something dark...