Coffin

The fire burned blazingly as if it wanted to celebrate this breath properly. Godric also noticed the change now, but it was too late. Two greedy hands grabbed the priest's bloody arm and pulled him powerfully into the stone coffin protection. He couldn't escape it. No matter how hard he struggled, the grip was firm and strong. Godric could feel a tongue sliding over his arm, felt the saliva which spread, but took the blood with it. A warm breath met his arm and he made a face in disgust, not knowing what was happening to him. However, the old monk noticed what was happening at that moment and became frightened. "No way! I will not let YOU ruin my plans! ", He shouted almost in panic, drew a dagger and ran towards the confused father. Then everything happened very quickly.

Before the panicked monk could send Godric prematurely to his master, the lid of the coffin was opened. The heavy coffin lid fell a few meters on the floor with full force. "No! NO! ", Shouted the monk, took a few steps back, while for the blue-haired everything passed like in slow motion ...

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It was quiet. Not a breeze penetrated this room and I was doomed to stay locked in here forever. But I hadn't noticed much of it. At first hammered against the coffin, I now lay in an eternal sleep. However, something penetrated my nose that made me wake up. The smell of blood filled the room and a loud background noise seemed to be playing outside of my prison. However, I only heard this muffled and had to struggle with myself. I hadn't moved my limbs for 1500 years, but now that the chains of the coffin were torn off, it was time to rise. Slowly, attracted by the smell of blood, I had been able to move my eyelids. A small trickle of blood ventured into the inside of my coffin, a drop settled on my cheek to rest. My tongue caught the drop before it could leave my cheek and seep into my hair. However, the drop was not alone. More followed, filling my body with energy again. I felt the warmth and strength return in me. I slowly lifted my eyelids, the coffin lid pushed aside a little. As far as the strength allowed. Then I realized it ... and took it! I had eagerly taken my arm, licked the blood with relish. I hadn't really registered the fidgeting of the owner, but my urge for freedom. To leave my prison after so long. When I had enough blood in me, I mobilized my strength, had thrown the coffin lid and released the unknown donor. I got up slowly, my hand resting on the edge of the stone container. It was a strange feeling to use your body again, but also a good one. Slowly I got up and revealed my shape ... It's so damn good to be free again after so many years! Amon! We will finally meet again! A dark laugh escaped me ...

         

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Godric was knocked to the side, was barely able to stand on his feet and looked at the figure who had got up from the coffin and probably also licked his arm. There was still some blood to be seen on his lips, which the unknown figure slowly licked from his lips. The young father did not know what was happening to him. He had learned a lot in his training, but he had never imagined anything like that. A resurrected sinner who, according to Scripture, should have been dead a long time. But this sinner still looked very much alive, the priest found after the first examination. It was a young man, the Father would have to guess, no older than twenty. He had floor-length, jet-black hair and fair skin. His body didn't look very strong, but it didn't look weak either. It was a youthful body, as Godric could see under the old rags of clothing. But the tattered clothes, which rather testified that this sinner must have fought before his death, was not really that strange. It was next to his long hair, his eyes. The sinner had deep red eyes. As red as blood. Godric had never seen anything like these eyes before. "A dark creature! A demon!" Shot him in the head.

However, while the holy abbot was gathering, the monk had regained his composure. He stretched out his arms to the newcomer, but then bowed almost respectfully. “It is an infinite joy to see you again! But ~ forgive my behavior! You have to die now! ”Laughing, he clasped the dagger and implored something that even Godric didn't know. A black circle appeared around the old man, from whose lightning flashed. No matter how hard Godric thought, he had never seen an incantation like this. He himself only fought with his cross and a weapon. A silver, consecrated monk's staff. After the old man had completed his incantation, lightning bolts raced towards the resurrected sinner. The latter, however, only looked amused at the threat and only had a sneering laugh for the desperate man's attempts. He drew back, the fire on the walls winding around the figure. The black-haired man had repulsed the monk's attack with one blow. "Ts! I wake up after such a long time and you have nothing more to offer? Pathetic! ”Furious at the inadequate spectacle, he let his fire rain down on the monk. This tried to flee, but he had no chance. The fire had seized him and burned him alive. Godric widened his eyes in shock, saw the burning body twitch in the fire and the old monk screamed. "Bastard! Be cursed Lu-! ”The fire had captured the monk in a matter of seconds and burned him so that only ashes testified of his existence. "Horrible ...", Godric whispered, then looked at the sinner, who slowly turned his head in his direction and looked at him with his red eyes. Their eyes met ...

Godric immediately took up a fighting stance. "The sinner is risen again!" He mumbled softly and folded his hands in a prayer, began to recite words in Latin. The sacred prayer beads on his chain began to glow. A prayer chain appeared around the black-haired man and wanted to lock him up. Since he knew the Latin language as well, he realized what the saint was up to and raised his eyebrows. "Sinner?" Were his puzzled words. "I saved you in my infinite generosity and YOU call me a sinner? How nice! But otherwise I don't know you humans!" He raised his arm and let the fire do the work again. The prayer beads burst one by one and Godric's incantation dissolved. "Annoying worm. Such low magic doesn't work for me. Your attempt is very cute, young person, but an insult to me! ”The sinner laughed, fixed Godric with his gaze and licked his sharp fangs, which looked like a vampire. Godric tightened his grip on his chain, not knowing what the sinner meant. But when he reached out to him and asked for his blood again, he raised his hands. "I may be young, but my magic will all be enough for you, sinner!", It came in a firm voice, wanted to speak a spell again. "So? I've wasted a lot of time and don't want to waste any more. Be good and give me your blood. Then your life was at least worth a spark, praying worshiper! ”Replied his counterpart and held out his hand to the blue-haired priest. But when his ring glistened in the firelight, he stopped. His eyes widened. He recognized it and allowed himself to examine the wearer more closely for the first time. "Father ..." That blue hair ...! These eyes! It couldn't be confusion! All sorts of thoughts ran through him, but then the sinner took a few steps and was right in front of Godric, who didn't even know what was happening to him. His wrist was clasped tightly and the hand with the ring was drawn close to the sinner's face. The red gaze wandered scrutinizing the sacred jewelry. He knew exactly what this ring meant, as did Godric's appearance. He mentally reproached himself for not noticing it immediately. "You live. No, much more to live AGAIN! "The priest was of secondary interest to him. He would still want to take his blood, but the ring had risen much higher in his interest. He ignored the protests of the owner, he only wanted the ring. The demon tried to pull it off his finger, but he didn't move. A slight growl came from the black-haired man's throat. "Why? Why? Why does this ring repel me? Am I too weak? Had I slept too long?" , he wondered in his mind, while Godric's ring lit up briefly and the demon struck a lightning bolt through the body. The demon stumbled backwards, was just able to hold on to the wall. "Sinner! As if, of all things, a being of darkness could take something away from a man of God. Sins of any kind are punished as you have seen, "said Godric coldly, who took a step backwards. The sinner did not like this answer at all." Where ... where did you get it from? Tell me your full name! "He demanded, looking the priest in the eye." My name is irrelevant to a being of darkness! The only thing you will hear from me will be my spell, which will bring you there again where you come from! "The young abbot knew that you couldn't tell a demon his name without giving him power over you." You dare to mock me? I will teach you what it means to mess with me! "The demon wanted to approach Godric, but suddenly sank to the ground and put a hand over his mouth. The energy of the ring that had run through his body made the recently resurrected one more troubled than he thought. Godric used that moment of weakness and stood behind the archway. He had spread the sacred chain in front of it and folded his hands in a prayer. He wanted, like his ancestor, to lock up the demon. Though he might have come out of his coffin, he wanted to Father however At the moment of weakness, at least rebuild and seal the gate.