Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Way of the Wolf and the Raven: Story 1 – The Good Politician


Story 1 – The Good Politician

It is my dream to give people the same opportunities I had so that they can be as successful as I am. My family is comprised of carpenters, electricians, plumbers, and the like who work hard and earn an honest wage. They raised my siblings and me to be pillars of the community who helped each other as if the entire neighborhood were our extended family. Together, we shaped our community into one of the best in the city, no, the state, no, the country, perhaps even the world, however, our honest and hardworking family and friends cannot keep the city the way it is for long. We are only one community after all.

The Progressive movement in the country seeks to change our traditional way of life by replacing it with rules and regulations set by the government. In addition, local businesses and private schools would have to deal with the higher taxes, which are said to be used for the funding of the enforcing of these rules, the enhancement of public schools, and the repair of roads. This is nonsense. My community among many others in the country has been able to take care of itself without any kind of government intervention. If this wasn’t enough, they’re also teaching the next generation that there’s no reason to work so-called lower end jobs like the ones that my family works. Instead, they’re teaching the youth that it’s better for them to go into college to work in dull office buildings, go into the medical field, journalism, and high paying jobs. Now, I have no problem with some of these jobs, but no one should be shamed out of working the job they want to just because you don’t earn as much as others or because you need to work hard. Every honest job out there is worthy of honor and no one who works a simple nine-to-five job is wasting their life nor just a replaceable cog in the machine.

For these reasons, I ran for mayor in my city then governor of my state. After which, I ran for president of the country, and despite all my best efforts and support, I lost. I thought I had a majority of the support from the people and won the major states, but something happened that changed some of the major states from my side to another. Witnesses and video evidence show me that voting machines and mailed in votes were tampered with. I’ve tried to get the law and the higher courts involved but I’ve been turned down every time since they think that the voting system is incorruptible. They’re sellouts. I’ve known that the people against me had their claws in the country, but I didn’t know that it was this bad.

What can I do now? The traditional way of fixing this is completely cut off from me and no one, not even my most trusted allies and lawyers, can help me. Weaker men would’ve stopped here and would just accept their place in the world given to them by those in power. I am not one of these men. I eat at a secluded diner while brainstorming what I should do.

I’m here since it’s the only place near my last meeting near the capital that will allow me to sit in peace without having to worry about people mocking me or trying to attack me for my views. The only reason I can’t go home to the safety of my community is because I’d get accosted at the airport and the drive home is at least fifteen or so hours and I don’t know what other places would let me in since the states between here and home have a majority of people that voted against me. My home isn’t even that safe either since the surrounding communities protest against them for our views and are constantly trying to shut us down through lies.

“I heard that you were looking for help, Bernard,” a man says as he approaches me.

This man appears to be a typical businessman with his dressy appearance and fedora almost like a man from the mafia.

“Yeah, and no one seems to want to help or they can’t. If you’re here to say that we start a revolution or mock me, then please leave. You don’t want to start a fight with me,” I say.

“I don’t want to fight with you and my solution for you isn’t a revolution. My friends and I are supporters of yours to help you get those major votes you needed, but our mutual enemies prevented your due victory.”

“So, what can you and your friends give me that I can’t get on my own?”

“We can give you the power and influence you need to gain your rightful seat as president of this country.”

“Really? What kind of friends do you have on your side?”

The man snaps his fingers and people from the diner start to stand up and come to my table. Several of these people are prominent doctors, politicians, businessmen, and celebrities.

He then says, “I apologize for the theatrics. We don’t usually do this, but we do to convince people of our influence. Would these friends of mine be of any help?”

“Yes, they do. Who are you people?”

“We are simply known as the Wolves. We are comprised of the best and brightest in the world that guide it to greatness with invisible hands. Our mortal enemy since time long forgotten are the Ravens. These Ravens are against us and rigged the election against you to gain greater power in the country. These are also the same people that spread lies about us, our families, and friends.”

“That’s a lot of revelations to take in at once. What I don’t understand is why they would be against you.”

“They seek to give people more freedoms than they should have. What I mean by this is that they allow people to think for themselves without any guidance, without anyone telling them that they’re doing the wrong thing. This is why you see children rising up against their parents and getting them fired from their jobs by exposing something they did from their past. This is why you see them hypocritically doing evil in service of good and having a thousand and one explanations for why they’re justified in doing in while other corrupt historical figures were wrong in committing the same acts. They’re spoiled children who need to be taught that they can’t decide what’s right and wrong because their university professors and favorite political leaders approve of their ideologies.”

“I agree, but how are we going to teach them a lesson?”

“We have our connections and strings to pull that we’ll use against them. Join us and you’ll have the world to use against our common enemy.”

“I see. Well, call me Fenrir because I’m in,” I say as I hold out my hand.

“Welcome to the Wolves, Bernard. My name is Russ. Sorry for not saying it earlier, but you know how it is when you run an organization like ours. You are not going to regret this decision. Together, we’ll get you your rightful seat as president so we can save this country and world along with it.”

Over the next couple of weeks, Russ and his friends teach me how to shoot and fight with various kinds of knives and how to make almost anything like a chair or table as a makeshift weapon. This combat training already tells me things may get ugly, but at this time, I don’t mind if they do. I’ve pushed aside notions of a violent revolution in the past. I’m pushing them anymore. In fact, I’m embracing it. These Ravens think they can take advantage of our children and corrupt our great country, my home, from within and mold it into what they consider to be better. They don’t even appreciate the riches and opportunities that our country provides nor do they care to listen to a view that doesn’t agree with theirs. While training, the media seemingly forgets about me since I’ve disappeared from public politics. My family, on the other hand, secretly communicates with me through secure lines, and they thankfully understand and keep it a secret amongst themselves and don’t spread the news of my training to the rest of the community.

After my training is done, I finally get the opportunity to work in the field. Our informants have given us the location of one of the conspirators that denied my case to the higher courts before it was properly inspected. Russ, a few other wolves, and I take a walk in the capital on our way to the target. We talk to each other as if we’re going to a simple after work dinner, but in reality, we’re on the hunt for justice. Our talk of dinner isn’t completely untrue as the restaurant we’re going to is a common place where the Ravens go to meet. The police are on standby for us as backup with a few of them keeping their distance so it doesn’t look like they’re with us. As soon as we enter the restaurant, I get all the attention.

Everyone looks at me funny and whispers to one another while presumably talking about me. My fellow wolves look around the restaurant. They whisper to one another before stepping outside.

A server comes to the table and asks, “Do what do I owe the pleasure of serving someone like you, Bernard? Why did you come out of hiding?”

“Nothing more than a special occasion with friends-”

“You know you’re a real scumbag, right?”

“Heh, excuse me?”

“Your policies as governor have made poor neighborhoods poorer and if you became president, your selfishness would’ve made even more people suffer. That whole story of you coming from a small community that lifted each other up is nothing but lies. You came from a rich gated neighborhood where you wanted for nothing and never worked a day in your life.”

Don’t lose your cool. I turn my eyes to Russ for a second who looks at me and quickly shakes his head. Taking a quick breath in and out, I let my anger at the server’s lies leave me for the moment.

“I guess it is a good thing that I didn’t become president. Now, can we order?”

“Do you really think I’ll take the order of someone like you?”

“It’s your job, isn’t it?”

“Tch.”

“Anyways, I’ll have the Raven on the Roof with a side of an Eagle in the Sky.” The server and some of the others in the restaurant drop what they’re doing. “What? Shocked that I know the code to your secret funhouse?”

A waiter at the cashier desk presses a button underneath the desk that closes the shutters on the restaurant to lock us in before they point their guns at us. One of them shoots two of them in the back to their surprise before I shoot one of the legs of our server then kick his away his dropped gun. In another context, the informant would’ve been called a traitor, but this is his redemption and initiation into our ranks.

Looking down at the server who looked at me, I say, “Now, I thought the code would open a door, not close them. How about you show us around if you want to live?”

“I’d rather die-”

Russ shoots him then says, “Your wish is granted.”

“Do you think that he wouldn’t change his mind after some coaxing?”

“Not likely. I’m sure their secret hideout won’t be too hard to find.” Russ then turns to our new recruit. “Right?”

“Right,” the recruit says as he leads us to the secret restaurant that’s below this one.

The restaurant below here is fancier with fewer people here. Among the people here are those who were against my presidency and denied me justice.

“Hello, boys and girls,” Russ says as he walks ahead of us to the group of Ravens whose meeting we’ve interrupted, “It’s always good to see caged birds.”

Before those in the meeting can get up, Russ shoots four of them in the head while leaving the judge alive.

“Wow. Your skills with a gun never cease to impress me,” I say.

“Watching one too many Westerns will do that to you even if you weren’t born in the country they were created,” Russ says before we surround the wounded judge and point our guns at him. “I think you owe my friend an apology for doing him dirty and denying him his rightful place as president of this country.”

“It’s about time that people like you were out of power. It’s time for the people to be put first,” the judge responds.

“But the people didn’t choose one of yours to be in power.”

“The people that voted for him were scum, not people.”

“It’s funny that I could say the thing about you people, but I won’t. Not because it isn’t accurate but because we’d share something in common then.”

“Then let me remind you that we both comprise good by doing something the other would consider evil. I hope that eats you away till the day you die.”

“No, we differ in most if not all our ways. For example, I’ll allow you to redeem yourself by publicly confessing your crimes and helping us for the rest of your life.”

“I refuse. I’d rather-”

Russ shoots the judge in the head.

“I didn’t give you another option. Search this place for whatever useful information and trinkets you can find.”

“I know this sounds crazy but I was hoping this would end peacefully,” I say while looking through the underground restaurant.

“That is a crazy thought. There will only be a peaceful solution when the Ravens change their way of thinking. This has only happened once in recent history as far as I know with someone known as the White Raven. The Wolves and Ravens cooperated with one another for a time in this country and other places in the world because of him and his strong faith, but after he died, no one was able to take his place. I’ll admit that he’s an inspiration for me. It’s a shame that the Ravens are a shadow of their former selves.”

I see. So, there were good people among them. We find the locations of other safehouses in the USB drives hidden in the underground restaurant, but apparently the most important safehouse, according to Russ, is written on a note hidden inside the shirt of the dead judge. It’s at an orphanage, of all places, that we immediately head out to since it’s not too far and the supplies at this restaurant allow us to stock up on ammo. Our police backup follows us to the orphanage but stays closer this time since the neighborhood that it’s in is rife with crime. It’s no wonder that it is since Russ told me that the mayor of this city is a Raven.

Before we enter the orphanage, all the power in the city goes out. Our phones cannot make calls or use the internet. Cars get into accidents and people around us begin to panic.

“Get the police to control the situation!” Russ says to the wolves with us. “Bernard, you’re with me.”

“You got it,” I say as we move through the chaos to get to the orphanage.

The inside of the orphanage is dark and strangely empty. We carefully walk through the empty halls with our guns drawn and fingers on the trigger. Looking outside, I can see that power is slowly being restored to the city, however, our phones still don’t work. This place seems to be completely empty until we find a lone old maid in a cafeteria tapping on her phone.

Russ draws his gun, points it at her, and says, “I’ve finally found you, Mama Bird.”

“And you’ve finally revealed yourself, Alpha Wolf, Grandmaster of the Wolves. Should I call you by your first name, Russ? If that is your real name,” she responds.

“I’m impressed that you know that much about me.”

“To be frank, I don’t know much either than a name, a face, and some rumors. You’ve kept yourself well hidden.”

“I would say the same for you if we didn’t manage to find you first.”

“Who is she?” I ask.

“The infamous and elusive Mama Bird. She raises the orphans and children she teaches to be her Ravens to infiltrate society at all levels so that the Ravens’ ideology can spread. We’ve been looking for her for years to put her down for corrupting every youth that she comes across.”

“Can you really call me corrupt? I teach the young the truth of the world even if I exaggerate and play down some things, which I’m sure you do as well. Take this blackout for example.”

“You did this?” I ask.

“No, but one of my children surely did, and Russ’ dogs would’ve probably known about a hacker or a few turning off the city’s power system. It was the only way to get into the Wolves’ databases since it was too high for them to conventionally break through. I’m sure the information they got will be valuable but I’m also sure that this blackout will be useful for you to shoot an old woman in an orphanage without having to give an explanation or false story to the public.”

“This doesn’t have to end this way, right Russ? Do we have any evidence that we can use to arrest her?”

“The only evidence we have is just that she’s a believer in her ideology and the evidence that links her to the Ravens doesn’t matter since the public doesn’t know about them. This is the only way for justice to happen. She’s the reason why you didn’t win the presidency, why the country is rotting from the inside, and why you and your family are in constant danger from our fellow citizens.”

“Make your decision, Russ,” the woman says, “I’ll win no matter what because of my children. You’ll come to learn that the most powerful position in the world is the one that influences the youth the most. You wolves may have the highest typical positions of power such as governors, celebrities, doctors, and the like but we have the next generation. We have the future. You have nothing in comparison.”

I consider this difficult decision until I say to Russ, “You do it.”

“With pleasure,” he says before shooting the woman dead. “It’s the right decision to make. With her dead, fewer children will be indoctrinated to the Raven’s beliefs.”

“She said that she would win no matter what because of her children. That makes me wonder where the children are that live here.”

I start to listen to the noises in the darkness and recognize them as many slow footsteps. The footsteps stop until a gunshot almost takes off my head. Russ and I start shooting in the darkness and see a group of orphans with guns coming for us. The rest of the wolves quickly arrive and do not hesitate to shoot the orphans who are shooting at us and the other staff in the orphanage. As for me, I could shoot only one bullet since I killed a child. Once the fighting ends, I turn my back to the carnage behind me. I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“This is what the Ravens force us to do. I’m sorry to say, but this probably won’t be the last time you’ll have to do this,” Russ says.

I want to say that I quit. I want to say that I don’t want to do this anymore and that I would rather go back to my life of being a governor while being hated by a large portion of the population, but instead, all I manage to say is, “I hope we don’t have to or at least I don’t have to.”

“You’ll be serving us and the country well as governor until we can get you your place as president of the country. For now, you should be satisfied will some justice.”

I wish I was satisfied at all with what I did today. Sure, some of the people who wronged me are dead, but I don’t feel satisfied by their deaths. Because of what happened here, we expose the public to Mama Bird’s indoctrination and show them that she trained children to kill. With the help of a few of the staff members that we kept alive, her associates and those she taught become suspects for allying themselves to her, and the Raven’s influence on the country seems to weaken, but by how much and for how long? It’s like politics. There seems to be progress but then the world appears to be the same with little to no difference. No one backs down from their ideology and instead doubles down on it.

I still work as the governor of my state and protector of my community. I remind the wolves that hold positions of power like me that we serve the greater community and world through our actions with Russ backing me up on this. The first will be last and the last will be first after all. On some tragic nights, the wolves and I must take justice into our own hands when the Ravens prevent us from using the law against them. Though I pray for things to get better, I’ll do what I must to protect my family and country both as a governor and as a Wolf.

Sunday, October 17, 2021

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Milestones define you 
This collection contains various milestones in Albert Oon's collection such as Horror in All but Appearance (170th book), Becoming More Human (180th book), Bane of Gnosis (190th book, primarily made by Nikolay Panev), and Bitter Cross, Thankless Love (200th book). Each milestone was made with unique art and presented their themes and entertainment in various ways unique from Albert's other works. From a story that presents horror in its themes rather than surface appearance, a coming of age story, and a story about dealing with bitter sufferings for the sake of the world, you'll find something new and creative that you won't get anywhere else along with Behind the Scenes extras that give some insight in what went behind each short story.

Thursday, October 14, 2021

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There's a secret group of people that do penance for the world's sins so that the justice of God does not end the world early. Simply known as the Penitents these people are separated by clans with their own unique penances. Some are scarred by unpunished crimes, others pay for the sins of the clan then die shortly after. These are some of their stories of pain, struggle, and bitter love.

Bitter Cross, Thankless Love: Story 4 – Long Suffering

Just as God offered Himself up for humanity, I offer myself for the sake of all

I chose work so others may rest

I chose penance so others can be comforted

I chose sacrifice so others can gain

Let my bitter song of love reach the ears of God and be acceptable so that He may have mercy on all including a sinner such as I.

Amen

-          A prayer of the Penitent

Story 4 – Long Suffering

There’s a clan among that Penitent that has no official name. Their acts are not recorded in the Penitent’s history books and are subject to the memories of the next generation, which leaves it open to human error and forgetfulness. This clan is simply known as the silent clan. Their penance is a general vow of silence. In their youth, they are taught to speak just so they can learn to refrain from doing so when they grow older. These people live longer than all the other Penitent clans with some living as long as five hundred years.

They are also relatively healthy as they are allowed to eat and relax more so that they may live long lives and their skin doesn’t suffer from their supernatural penances, unlike the other clans whose skin can fall offer their body. This would seem like a blessing; however, they are also keenly aware of the outside world, its corruption, and habit of never learning its lesson, which makes them less willing to do penance for a seemingly separate of the human race that appears to be so incompetent and beyond mercy. Still, it is primarily through the silent clan that the Penitents know anything of the outside world and what penances they should focus on. Those in the silent clan communicate by mostly using sign language and through their actions. If they decide to fast, then the Penitent know that the world is suffering from gluttony. If they decide to live in the cold north, then the clans know that the world is suffering from lust. The silent clan is the most influential of all the Penitents and closest to God, in some cases, for their ability to bear suffering for so long.

Among the many in the silent clan is a boy that is named Pax. This boy does his penances day in and out just like everyone else like him. Despite this, he feels tempted by sin as if he were God in the desert.

“Look at how the modern people writhe in the filth they’ve created and how good people keep to themselves and do nothing as the world burns itself to the ground. Is this a world worth suffering for?” a voice that only Pax can hear whispers to him.

Pax resigns himself to praying the Rosa Corona while making a crown of roses.

The voice continues to pester him with more voices joining in that speak temptations such as, “You are perfect as you are and do not need prayer or to improve yourself in any way. Give yourself a break. You’re sore and tired. It’s not good to do so many penances that will eventually end up making you sick. Even your elders have said this.”

Once Pax finishes his prayers and puts the crown of roses on the earthly mother of God, the voices subside for now. After an hour, they come back to tempt him.

“The good people dedicated to God are hardly even good. They compromise the truth so they can be better accepted into society, but in reality, they are just prostituting themselves to it. Think of all the children who become slaves to businesses, political leaders, and false gods,” a demon says, “Pray only for yours and yourself. Do not bother with the scum on the outside.”

To resist this temptation, Pax continues with his daily chores of taking care of a friend’s garden and cleaning up their house. When the task is done, the voices disappear again, however, they come back again soon after while Pax is relaxing after another day’s work.

“You know what is going on out there. Why don’t you tell people about it? Why don’t you start a group and lead them to the outside world to change it? Surely, that is the right thing to do that will lessen the penances of the people here and make the world a better place,” a voice suggests.

Again, Pax busies himself to ignore the temptations by doing simple works and relaxing hobbies that he offers up to God and thanks Him for it. This quiets the voices, but they do not let him rest even as he tries to fall asleep.

“Why are you resting when you should be working? You could be doing more penances to relieve your loved ones of their burden. You could be getting done work that will allow you more time to rest. You could be praying all night like the night clan that only does work at night while resting in the morning,” a tempting voice says with a critical voice.

To strengthen himself against this voice, Pax invokes the earthly foster father of God who is one of the patron saints of the silent clan. This saint, this terror of demons, makes himself manifest to Pax and scares away the demons without saying a word. He only nods to Pax with a smile who smiles back in return and silently gives thanks to God. This general monotony is Pax’s life with very few deviations. It is also one of the reasons why those in the silent clan fall to sin.

Even though Pax does fall every now and then, he gets back up and keeps trying to do his best to serve God in his everyday life. Though this may not seem like the inspiring story of a saint, this is what a saint does. This is what a true virtuous hero does as he cares more for what is right than what he considers right and dedicates every second of his life to doing the right thing. Everyone dedicates their lives, their comforts, and sufferings in service to their god with every action they take and word they say. It is only those who sacrifice and suffer in the right way for the right reasons who are eventually saved and rewarded in the end, however, if you asked Pax what reward he was looking forward to he would tilt his head in slight confusion, and say in sign language, “Living for and loving God and everyone I love is its own reward”. A wise piece of advice that few believe and even fewer believe completely since it involves sacrificing yourself completely for someone greater. It can feel bitter at times, but it is the sweetest and truest form of love that is like God’s sacrifice on the cross.

 

The End

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Bitter Cross, Thankless Love: Story 3 – Life Ever Fleeting

I give myself to Divine Providence as all things are governed by it

It is you who gives, it is you who takes

No one is wiser or more loving than you

Though my life may end at any moment for any reason, I will treasure and share it as I treasure your love, the greatest gift of all. Amen.

-          A prayer of the Canus

Story 3 – Life Ever Fleeting

Penitents die more often than the average human, however, those of the Canus clan die more often than the rest of the clans. The Canus age rapidly in penance for the young that die before adulthood and in this day and age where infants are slaughtered on a daily basis, the oldest they can be is their late thirties, early forties if God deems it so. Because of this, they die more often than the Sententia. Through their penance, the Canus give the young longer to live and the unborn another chance to be born to good people rather than the horrible ones that would have them killed for their own convenience. Their lives are comprised of simple penances compared to most clans especially since they feel the effects of rapid aging including the graying of their hair and decay of their flesh that leads to the showing of their bones.

Melody is a young girl in the clan of Canus who isn’t too bothered by her penance though a gnawing feeling inside her wishes that her life was less tragic. She sits at her sister’s grave with the family’s dog that managed to outlive her sister and some of her friends. A man wanders the graves looking for someone like her and approaches her.

“It’s a sad thing for the good to die young,” the man says.

Melody silently nods in response before taking a better look at the man then saying, “Aren’t you from that silent clan? What was their name again?”

“We don’t have a name and we’re not always silent, or at least I don’t think we need to be. My name is Susurro.”

“Mine is Melody.”

“Oh, like a song.”

“Yes, one that begins sweetly then ends sweetly soon after as my parents say.”

“It doesn’t have to end soon. Your hair won’t have to grow grayer and your skin won’t have to decay and fall off.”

“I’m not going to stop doing my penance.”

“I didn’t say that you should.”

“Then why isn’t a member of the silent clan being silent? Why bother asking me to do this?”

“To comfort a fellow Penitent and help them with their penances. There’s nothing wrong about that, right?”

“Mmm, but what are you trying to suggest I do? Penances are the only thing that extend my clan's life and I do plenty of that daily.”

“Then how about doing a penance that’s greater than one you are doing now? Maybe you should do something great and offer that up instead.”

“Like what? The greatest thing that can be done for us is justice for the young and unborn and the Sententia typically do that for us.”

“Yes, a boy from that clan recently died after he did that. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“People from my clan notice that but aren’t always informed about it. Is that what you suggest we do?”

“No, no, no. If you humor me, then we can achieve an even greater penance.”

“Stop being so cryptic and just say what you’re suggesting.”

“I’m suggesting that we go to the outside world and convince some people to do penance and why the killing of the young is wrong.”

“If that idea isn’t circulating in the world, then the end of the world is soon coming as well as the end of our penance.”

“Oh, but it is. Some of us have even left to do this and lessened the penances of our people here. We won’t be gone long. We only have to visit one person and we’ll be back before anyone notices. She’s one of us who left and became a voice for people who do penance and servants of God throughout the world.”

“This sounds too good to be true. How will we reach this person? Leaving here teleports us to wherever God wills and we can’t come back unless God also wills it.”

“I know where this person is in the world and she’s always in this particular area. I also know the secret of coming in and out of this dimension. I’ve tried it already so I know it works.”

Melody feels a faint feeling of being called to follow Susurro’s word, so she says, “Okay, if your word is true, then let’s be off.”

“Thank you. You will not regret this.”

Susurro leads Melody to the edge of the Penitent’s dimension. The two are now not only in the outside world but also in a luxurious mansion around which are dozens of guards.

“Where are we?” Melody asks.

“This is…this is the city where our woman is,” Susurro says while also looking around the house, “This is also her house! Blessed be God for leading us here! This should be even simpler than I thought.”

While walking through the house, the two are careful to draw the attention of the few guards within the mansion as they hide and slip by them whenever they come across any. Looking outside at the pretty lights, Melody sees a certain woman whose image is repeated in the images and moving pictures.

“Who is that woman that the city lights like to show?” Melody whispers, “Is that who we’re looking for?”

“Yes, it’s she beautiful? She’s a famous spokesperson for the downtrodden and poor,” Susurro whispers back.

“If she’s so famous, then why aren’t there more people like her and why aren’t there more people who do penance?”

“People won’t listen to you just because you’re smart or influential. It’s a sad reality.”

“Okay, I guess.”

The two pass by a room with guards who are watching images with what appear to be moving pictures as Melody understands with one of the images being of the place outside the room. Despite some of the guards they passed being on them, Melody nor Susurro appear on them.

“We don’t seem to appear on those images despite everyone else doing so. Why do you think that is?” Melody silently asks.

“I don’t know. We radiate a supernatural presence that’s only equal to angels, spirits, and demons since they can hardly be captured by these futuristic picture making devices too,” Susurro explains, “I try not to think about it too much since it’s a great blessing for us to help us not get caught.”

Continuing further leads Melody and Susurro to a seemingly normal door that has various locks on it.

“This must be her room or at least a very important one,” Susurro says.

The locks automatically open when Susurro nears his hand near it.

“Is the presence around your hand some kind of key?” Melody asks.

“It’s that same kind of energy that hides us on their moving pictures. Now, stop asking so many questions,” Susurro says as he looks into the room that’s hardly lit.

They enter the room while carefully looking through it like an inspector examining a crime scene. Many trophies, medals, and pictures decorate the room of the woman’s life and achievements. These seem to be everywhere along with what seem to be priceless pieces of art. A subtle and steady beeping noise draws Melody and Susurro’s attention to a hidden room behind a wall that moves away as they near it. In this hidden room is the decrepit old body of the woman they were searching for. Her body is pierced by various needles and attached by wires to medical technology that surrounds her. It seems that she’s alive but can someone truly call this being alive?

Susurro is stunned by this while Melody is more confused than stunned. She asks, “Why would they do something to her like this?”

Before Susurro can answer her, Melody disappears and appears back in the graveyard she was at. Everything is the same including her dog being by her side and her standing at the graves of the family. It’s as if the entire thing was a product of her imagination.

A different man from the silent clan approaches her and says, “Be at peace because what you experienced was no dream or delusion.”

“So, it was real then? Why did I go through it?” Melody asks.

“For the sake of the Canus who think living longer lives is more just than living shorter ones and so Susurro could have someone to bring him to his senses on his way to reach that woman.”

“Who was she?”

“A member of the silent clan who wanted to do what Susurro wanted. She used to influence the public to do penance and why the killing of the young was wrong, but she eventually fell to the corrupt influences that have a strong hold in that world and instead became its voice instead rather than God’s. Because of her seemingly immortal body, she eventually became the test subject of the cult of science so they could use her body to live longer lives, but thankfully, God built something within our bodies so there’s cannot have the same supernatural abilities.”

“Why did Susurro think she was still an influence? I thought the silent clan knew everything that happened in the outside.”

“God gave him old information so he could fall into God’s plan of penance for him. Hopefully, he’ll come back a redeemed man.”

“I still saw images of the woman in her prime in images of the city. Can you explain that to me as well?”

“The cult of science used her DNA to replicate her face and likeness so other people could live in her skin so to speak and keep up the charade of her supposed immortality. Now, a truly horrific blasphemy of God is taking place as a man takes pretends to be her.”

“The outside world is a truly horrific place if men and women wear the skin of the opposite sex and pretend to be so. Oh, and one last question, if I may.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why are you allowed to speak despite your vow of silence?”

“Sometimes, God allows us rest from our penance and exemptions from the rules. We worship a being rather than a set of laws after all. Just like on Sundays when we’re allowed to rest and on days when God asks us to go the extra mile for our neighbor, which is something that Susurro and his inspiration took the wrong way. Most of the time being exempt from the law involves something we’d rather not do or something that doesn’t bring us comfort nor conform with our idea of what is right. Now, with that said, I must take my leave.”

“I see. I still don’t know why you had to speak though. I know the sign language your clan uses to speak.”

The man uses sign language to say, “You speak and ask a lot of questions for someone so young and virtuous.”

Melody uses sign language in return to say, “I’m just curious. Thank you for everything that you’ve told me.”

“You are welcome.”

The two part ways and Melody does as the man says and speaks to those the dangers of thinking that longer lives do not equal better or even happier ones by using the example of the woman and the silent clan itself. She goes on to live her simple happy life despite the pains of rapid aging and the threat of every day being her last.

One of the Canus asks her, “How can you be so satisfied with this short life of suffering?”

“I spend it doing what God wills of me while enjoying what I have and not caring for what I don’t. Tell me, what treasure can compare to the love of God?” Melody answers.

Monday, October 11, 2021

Bitter Cross, Thankless Love: Story 2 – Life for Life, Justice for Evil



From the first moment of my existence, my life is yours

Though my life is short, I dedicate it to you

Though it’s filled with pain, I cherish it

Though I sin against you, you do what’s right for me

Every tool is used then put away. Let me be your instrument of mercy and justice as you will and as for as long as you will. Amen

-          A prayer of the Sententia

Story 2 – Life for Life, Justice for Evil

The Penitents sin just like everyone else despite the selfless nature of their founding. They do their penances just like everyone else as well by confessing to God then to a priest to receive absolution and their penance, however, there are certain sins that stain families and the clan in such horrible ways that a special clan known as the Sententia dedicate their entire lives to doing penance for these sins. They are deployed with special weapons into the outside world to right certain wrongs, which makes them close friends of Mortificationem among many others. Their bodies are cloaked with a long black cloak and given the appearance of a rotting corpse so that their appearance will be disregarded as a myth when reported to the larger world. In addition, the rotting state of their bodies is added pain that they offer up as penance while they work and train. When their God-given role in life is satisfied, then they simply die on the spot and are taken to Heaven or Purgatory first before Heaven if sin still stains their souls. Their lives are relatively short compared to most clans with the oldest among them being in their late forties.

One of their clan is about to be deployed as he prays to ready himself for battle and for his death. He sharpens his father’s bloodied sword and tries to concentrate on being brave as whispers of the past fill his ears.

“Your purpose is a holy one, Evin,” he hears a voice say.

“It’s yours to live. You’re right to want something different,” he hears another say, “We should do something about that.”

“Don’t you care about your friend? Why didn’t you do anything else to help him?” a deeper voice says that Evin tries to shake out of his head.

“Evin,” his trainer says. His focus is brought back as he bows with his sword in its sheathe. “Are you ready?”

Evin nods and puts his black cloak on before unceremoniously heading out to fulfill his life’s purpose. He appears on the bad side of a town at night. Going through the shadows, he hears his targets moving their possessions into a nearby derelict warehouse. Before the exchange of goods can be made, Evin cuts down two of the guards from the shadows and reveals himself to the criminals there before killing them as well. His fighting style involves disarming or cutting a leg or arm off his enemy so they have a chance to see their impending death before he finishes them off. With the guards dead, Evin goes to the truck where their prizes were and frees the trapped slaves within it.

“Please don’t hurt us!” the slaves say before screaming in fear at Evin’s appearance and backing up further into the truck.

He points his sword at them before slashing their chains and setting them free.

“Th-thank you,” they say before running off.

Knowing what kind of people they are, Evin shakes his head before a sudden pain comes to it since part of his purpose is done as memories flash in his mind.

“Our targets, the people we save, and the people we do penance for are the reason why we suffer and why we have to live such short lives. Do I really need to remind you of this? Do I need to give you another reason why we should try to change things here or at least run away?” a voice says.

“Your father killed your mother with that sword as you were being born. The fact that you were still born is proof that God loves you,” the voice of his trainer says.

“What they gloss over is the reason why your father killed your mother. He did so because he couldn’t stand the life he was living anymore and wanted your mother to be free from it and to stop you from being born into it. I’m not going to say that what he did was the right thing, but he had your best intention at heart. I mean, do you really enjoy living? Do you want to live this life given to you or do you want to throw it away and make a life for your own?”

After the memories go away, Evin sees that he’s been teleported to the location of his next target. The Sententia have this special ability of teleportation thanks to them being able to go into the Penitent’s dimension at will and so they can make quick escapes if retreat is necessary. Evin is now in a rainy forest where a group of poachers is hunting both people and animals. A hunted elephant meets Evin as he runs away in fear with grazed bullet wounds on his skin. Seeing that this wild animal could help him, Evin runs after the elephant, climbs up some of the nearby trees, and jumps onto its back. Once he pets and whispers a short prayer into the elephant’s ear, it calms down and is ready to charge back into battle.

On the way to their target, Evin comes across a few bodies of big and small elephants all with bullet holes in them and burn wounds. They soon find their enemy and the elephant charges forward with a vengeance and stomps the poachers they come across into the ground. This is until they come across the leader of the poachers along with his guards that point their guns at Evin and his elephant.

The leader says, “I’ve never seen a living corpse ride an elephant while wielding a sword. What manner of spirit are you? One that protects the elephants or the forests? You can’t be a protector of the innocent because the people in that forest trespassed on my land and everything on this land is mine to take. My family cared and died for it for generations and I will not allow anyone to do whatever they want to it. So, what are you going to do?”

Without hesitation, Evin gets off the elephant and draws his sword.

“So be it then, spirit. Let’s see if conventional weaponry can kill a reaper,” the leader says before his guards and he open fire.

In a supernatural display of skill, Evin manages to cut all the bullets before they hit him. This stuns the guards as some struggle not to run away. Evin points his sword at the guards before charging them along with the elephant. All the guards along with their leader are dead before they can completely reload their guns. Now that this target is dead, Evin heads back into the forest to find the so-called trespassers who are somewhat fearful yet relieved to see that Evin has saved them.

“I was never one for prayer but you made me a believer! Thank you for saving me!” one of them says.

These trespassers are drenched in rain and their appearance suggests they are involved in scientific research. Evin motions for them to get on the elephant and brings them back to their facility that isn’t too far from a small village. Before the people he rescued can relax, he cuts them down and sends the elephant to break down the building like a wrecking ball. He then proceeds to kill everyone else in the village associated with the facility since it’s an abortion clinic. The unborn infants are safe while the mothers who were going to get an abortion run away in fear. With his purpose here done, Evin pets the elephant before sending it away. He then receives voices from the past again.

“Do not be afraid. God will guide your blade and will give you victory no matter how stacked the odds are against you,” his trainer says.

“You are loved more than you know.”

“Do not be afraid for God’s loving arms are never too far away from you.”

“Why don’t you follow your own advice?” a voice asks, “You already killed someone. You put yourself on a path that you can’t go back from.”

“They may be traitors but they offer us a better life outside of the realm of pain and suffering. There’s a good chance that we will live longer lives if we never fulfill our purpose. What’s so wrong about wanting that?”

After his memories subside, he sees another person cloaked in black with a sword and a familiar face. Evin draws his sword along with the other Sententia.

“It’s been a long time, Evin,” the young man that’s about his age says, “You look near to death whereas I look fully alive at least compared to most Penitent. There are no wounds on my body nor do my bones show, which is a luxury as far as I know. You must be wondering what I’ve been doing after I left. I was a guard for the leader of this land. Because of my skills, he gave me the responsibility of keeping this entire village under control. I’m guessing that he was one of your targets since he hasn’t come back from hunting.”

The two cross swords and seemingly cut the rain between them as none of the falling rain manage to touch them as their blades dance around them until they lock blades.

“Nothing to say to a friend, one that you abandoned on a path that you wanted to start? What’s the point of even fighting? You’ll die either way.”

They continue to fight until Evin’s friend sees that he’s been cut.

“You really want to go through with this, don’t you? Why even bother doing the penance for other people who don’t deserve it?”

“Because I’m a sinner like them. They need mercy just as much as I do.”

This infuriates Evin’s friend as he becomes more aggressive until they lock swords again.

“Of all the things you could’ve said, that was the worst possible thing! They don’t deserve anything nor do the hypocrites who cursed us with this life. What changed your mind? What did they do to you? What about the people you killed? Don’t they deserve mercy?” Evin doesn’t answer his friend. Instead, he uses his friend’s rage to his advantage so that he can get a fatal cut in. “You won’t tell me? Even as I die?”

Evin knees down to his friend as he himself dies as he says, “I began to love more than myself. My penances woke me to this. The teachers and people that you say cursed us loved us more than you think. We could hardly go a day without thinking about you. As for the people I killed, they would’ve dug themselves deeper into Hell if I didn’t stop them. It was a necessary, but sorrowful thing I had to do. I’m sorry for what I influenced you into doing. I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

Something about Evin’s words ring true in his friend’s ears and he can’t help but believe them.

“I see. Well, you’ll get to be in Heaven now that your penance is done and that bloodied blade is now clean. We’ll forever be far apart now, but I’m sure you won’t miss me where you’re going.”

“No, repent with what few breaths you have left. I’m sure God will accept it.”

“And have some sorry soul do penance for it? I don’t think so.”

“They’ll have to do a greater penance if you don’t!”

“Heh, I hate that you’re right. Okay, then…”

Evin listens in to his friend’s dying penance while he himself dies and prays for his friend. Both boys die and are on their way to Heaven with one getting there faster than the other. The Sententia bring them back to the realm of the Penitent and give them a proper burial. Evin’s now clean blade is buried with him as he along with his friend are buried in a field of Sententia who have succeeded in their life’s work and even though his friend didn’t succeed in his original goal, he did succeed in his last act that mattered the most. His final repentance. Thanks to Evin, he helped save his friend’s soul and lightened the penance of the Sententia all acts he wouldn’t have managed to finish without the strength of God, who is the strength of true love.