The Chronicles' of Seraph

As i opened my eyes the first thing I noticed was that my hands and feet were tied to four posts, my body forming and X between them. As I looked around in a panic, trying to remember what had happened, I looked up above me and saw the face of my Best Friend Nero from the orphanage, My Fiancée Elizabeth and her mother and father. The strange thing about Elizabeth's mother and father were that they had never told me there names, just to call them the matriarch and the patriarch. but the face that i saw that was the most familiar was the preist that over saw the local orphanage were I grew up. they all stood above me with sinister Smiles that made them look as if they belonged in The Broken Nation and not in the capital of the kingdom of Elysium. As i looked around i noticed that we were in the Cathederal next to the orphanage. that was when the preist began to speak. 'Hello Ezeikeal, it has been awhile, my boy.' 'Yes it has father Samuel. Do you think one of you could untie me!' I shouted up to him. Slowly as his smile began to fade and a cold look grew in his eye I knew, at that very moment that I would not be getting out of here. Slowly as I watched them walk down from the walkway where they were. I saw them each take out a twelve inch long daggers, they cut the tips of there fingers.when they reached me I saw that they weren't looking at me with there usual looks of happiness. Every one in this room had been a good and close friend to me. They had all been kind. I mean the one who had helped me get my merchant business started was Elizabeth's father, he had been the one to supply me with the money i had needed to send out my first caravan. But now all of their faces were showing looks of contempt and hatred. All except for Nero. He was the only one who looked at me with regret. After they had all surrounded me they began to draw a moon shaped symbol on there forehead with the finger that had just been cut. After they were finish with that symbol, all five of them began to draw runic letters on me. When they reached my shirt the patriarch cut it off. The matriarch went down to my pants and cut them off as well. As I lay there in my underwear wondering what was going on the priest and Elizabeth's went up to my hands as both the matriarch and patriach went down to my legs. As I was about to ask what they were doing, all for of them grabbed one one of my limbs and began carving more runes into my chest and thighs.I screamed and convulsed trying to escape the posts and the grip that they all had on me. When they were finished they let go of me and my screaming stopped. Replaced by ragged and uneven breathing I looked at the four, who had just spent what felt like a eternity torturing me, look down at me with smiles of contempt and delight.mad Nero came into my line of Vision I not that he had carved a symbol into his hand. This symbol looked like both the moon and the sun coming together. Then Nero spoke. "I'm sorry my friend. But if we want this world to remain safe then this is necessary. Please forgive me."As I looked at his face I could see the tears running down his cheeks I remained silent. That's when the worst of the torture started. I felt Elizabeth grab my right arm and looked up at her. That was when she bit into my flesh. The other three grabbed the rest of my limbs and did the same. After what felt like hours but was actually probably no more than ten minutes They had eaten my limbs down to the bones. Barely able to stay conscious due to the immense pain that seemed to radiate from where my arms and legs used to be, I looked up to Nero who had began to move forward. He stood over me with his knife and began to slowly cut open my stomach. By this stage I had lost to much blood and energy to even make grunts of pain. When he had finished making the cuts on my stomach he slowly began to peel the skin back revealing my organs. That is when he began to eat. He first started with my lower and upper intestine and then moved on to my liver and lungs. Then he stopped and stood above me. He raised the knife that he held and began to speak a language I didn't understand. After he finished he spoke in common tongue and said to me "sleep so that the world may live!" Then he plunged the dagger towards my heart and pierced it.after that he raised it again and forced it into my skull. That was when I died. The thought that went through my head wasn't "why?" Or "I forgive you." It was "I'm coming for you."