Prologue

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Prologue
Topic Started: Jan 27 2008, 10:16 AM (67 Views)
Anthony Tran	Jan 27 2008, 10:16 AM Post #1
Newbie Posts: 3 Group: Members Member #3 Joined: January 27, 2008	And then the high father descended from heaven, cast out from his sanctuary by those that betrayed him, and he took his rod and looked upon the desolate wasteland and said to his heart, "The people are to live like gods, and I will show them how" Visitations, Chapter 6, Verse 66 "A heretic's place belongeth in hell, and that is where you shall meet them, repent and your purge will be quick, vermin!" Yelled Yyoth, he brushed his hand against his grey skin and placed his weapon against the forhead of his victim. The aged Keman scoured at his feet, begging for mercy, mercy which he deserved none. "pleased, I have done nothing, please!, My wife and kids I leave behind if you taketh my life!" Begged the man, his family followed suit. Did they not understand?, were they so foolish? The thoughts glanced Yyoth's mind. His heart turned to stone as he stared down the barrel of his gun. "don't you see, the high father has corrupted you, would not any Keman regret the taking of Life, please, I beg of you!" Asked the wife, Yyoth's heart questioned him, he paused and pondered on what she had just said, no, they were both heretics... Yyoth pulled the trigger, he turned to the wife and killed her as well, the children cowarded. Yyoth felt no sympathy for them both, and they saw not the light of day ever again. Yyoth stood, he stared at the bodies, they had died for the glory of the high father, no, he stood there, but shook himself. He would not commit heresy, but the words of the wife rung thorugh his mind, Yyoth left, gone to finsh his other inquisitorial duties.


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