Post by Void on Jan 10, 2021 23:11:19 GMT -5
We see a priest, in all black clothes with a white collar, running into a church. He rushes in, shoving the doors open with a clatter. The priest stops, breathes, and slowly but quickly walks to the left wall, towards a wooden enclosure. He goes through a curtain, sits down, and pulls open the wooden slide next to him while looking straight ahead
“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” says the man on the other side. “It has been… 5 months since my last confession.”
“Yes my son?”
“I… I have turned my back on God. Something horrible happened, and I just… I just couldn’t forgive him afterwards.”
“Well, my son, God does his best, but he can not redeem all the terrible things that happen due to-”
“N̴̨̢̨̢̘̗̠͉̼̪̩͇͛̀̇̑̋͒͛͆͊͘͘͜͝͝O̸̢̪̖̯̰̫̦͚̝͙̤̬̯̰̍̆̑͑̀̉͐̊̉̀͛͋̕͜ͅ.̴̧͖̝͈̥̟͇̤͍͖̻̰̈̅͗̾́̈̔͘̕͝” The man growls, slamming his fist at the wall.
“God had blessed me, blessed me beyond any need. Yet, in one fell swoop, he took away everything I had once loved. What kind of cruel joke is that?!? If he really cared, he wouldn’t have given me anything from the start.”
The other side goes silent, and the priest sits troubled. He eventually speaks.
“The struggles of this mortal world can be hard to cope with my son. Life is hard, and oftentimes unfair. But, by turning to God, we can find greater meaning. In life with him, there is hope and true happiness.”
The man laughs, and there’s a rustling on the other side of the grate.
“That’s funny. A friend told me something similar.”
The priest finally glances at the man on the other side. He’s shocked to see a man in a gray mask, with fully black eyes that pierce his soul.
“Tell me father… what do you think of those who claim to be angels?”
The priest’s eyes glances away from the man, sighs, and shakes his head before responding.
“I am unsure what you mean, my son, but the Lord frowns upon false idols. Any mortal who puts themselves upon a pedestal and claims to be anything more than human is not in line with the teachings of the Church.”
“Huh… Well, normally, I find myself in conflict with priests, but for once I agree with you. You see, father, I’m a fighter by trade.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, a wrestler. Anyways, my next opponent, she calls herself “The Adorkable Angel.” Despite not having a win in two months, she remains popular. Hell, she’s laid claim to a tag title shot and was nominated for an award. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was an angel, with the acts of God it must take to maintain her popularity. But, whether she is whom she claims to be is besides the point.”
“What truly matters is this. See, this Ms. Vebbins lives every day in a state of blissful ignorance. Her every whim is catered too. She has time to worry about all sorts of irrelevant daily celebrations. She barely even knows how to speak. It is unimaginable to me how she ended up in a wrestling ring. But, I’ll make sure that she does not remain there. I will rip her to shreds, I will show her the punishment that she is so lucky to float above. And once I have torn off her wings, I will cast her screaming into the Abyss.”
The priest looks with pity through the grate, then finally speaks.
“My son, I understand you are in great pain. Our church is in contact with a number of mental institutions, and I can put you in contact with them-”
"You think I’m crazy, don’t you Father? So many do. Well, you clearly haven’t looked in the mirror recently. Those like you are in for a long fall. I can’t wait for the day.”
The priest’s composure finally snaps and he turns to the grate.
“Sir, the Lord does not look favorably on blasphemy. And you seem quite set on not repenting. For that, you shall be damned to…”
The priest realizes that he is now alone in the booth. He rushes out of the curtain, but finds the church empty. All that remains is the wind.