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Chapter 13 - Redemption of the Wicked / The Path of Redemption

[JuicyWetPizzaCream]

First of all..

I have not taken the time to look into what I've written ( grammar, spelling, and whatnot )

This right here is part of a dream I had way back.

Although it ain't good, id figure.. why not? Anyhow...

[Author]

It is fine my friend. I shall fix your errors and lay thy story for all to see.

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The priest stars as the main character.

In the midst of what looks like an endless forest, there lies an old ruin of what seems to be a church. On this desolate ruin are vines and nature growing through the cracks on the walls. A structure that could have once been referred to as a beautiful piece of architecture, if time had not taken away its luster.

The sky was dark, and the moon was overshadowed by a seemingly endless dark cloud, with the sound of rain pouring down frantically.

Fog arose within the forest, mist covering its entirety.

Rain pouring like the streams of a mountains overflowing waterfall.

Upon closer inspection of the ruined church, one can notice how it hasn't been touched by rain or mist.

Through the entrance of the church lies a large hall covered in debris.

In the clear silence, bodies of both old and young are scattered through the hall. Blood is seen on the wall and floor of the church.

A priest who's covered in wounds lays within the broken rubbles of the collapsed wall, bleeding profusely as he crises while holding onto the cross, while another hand is reaching towards the sky.

A priest bathed in sin and eyes which shows neither fear of death, nor the devil.

However, deep within his eyes are a hint of bright gold.

Sins of his past have overcome him, memories of his life flash before his eyes built upon a foundation of lies.

A family which loves him, built with lies.

He has nothing, everything he's got was garnered through deceiving others, a reputation created by using others.

regret and sadness appear on his tired face

Lifting his head up the priest looks through a hole within the ceiling.

looking towards the sky, hoping to see an opening within the dark sea of clouds.

Mustering his last bits of strength the priest speaks in a determined voice.

"I have done many wrongs and I will not forgo them, I will bear any punishment bestowed upon me."

"I'll accept any punishment, so please."

Lord

"Lord please if you're here."

"Save these people, save your children."

Soon after silence encompasses the church as the light within the priest's eyes slowly fades.

*The barrier which restricted the mist and rain broke*

laughter comes echoing in the night, following along with the sound of water dripping through the open cracks of the church.

~God has abandoned you, you are all alone now. Hahahaha~

~Neither you nor this world shall survive~

The cold and demonic voice spreads throughout the dilapidated church, saying things as he laughs maniacally.

This is until a figure of a homeless man stands before the priest. Muttering something with a smile.

The priest who reached out his hand has already passed, his final call was the last breath he took.

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Within an office building lies a man in his late 20's ordering others around.

He is a man full of lies, someone, who used others for the betterment of himself.

He is currently bullying an employee into doing things for him, framing him in the process.

( he a branch manager of an entertainment company, holding high status )

After a day of using others, he gets a sudden promotion. Wanting to cover his tracks, he fires all the people who did his dirty work. Destroying them and their entire career while hiding all evidence of his wrongdoings.

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( few months pass )

After a "good" day of work, he decides to stop by a local bar on the way home to have a nice drink. Drinking a little too much he staggers out of the bar drunk.

On his walk he pulls a slightly crumped cigarette out of his pocket and lights it up, walking on towards the crosswalk as the lights just turn green.

He laughs as he says seems like my luck is still here.

As he is midway to the other side, he feels a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down he sees a man who he knew, the former employee who he fired a couple of months back.

A man which looked like skin and bones.