Louis raised his gaze when he sensed another presence in this mausoleum. It wasn't long before Godric came into the tomb. He murmured a prayer for a moment, then looked at the figure in the oversized robe. She was at least 3 sizes too tall for Louis. "A little tasteless to dress up as a monk and come here.", Godric spoke calmly and stopped at the entrance. He saw a book in the corner. Had they raged here? He would not allow anyone to desecrate anything in his family's crypt. But wasn't it already a desecration if Lucifer was here in person? Godric didn't know. He had never believed that such a thing was even possible. But now he was standing here at the entrance and the dark gentleman was sitting in front of the grave of his oldest relative. "Tasteless? Return priest at your own door. The only thing that is tasteless is your clothes. It offends my eyes. ”Louis countered and stood up. He would never kneel before a father. He would never voluntarily bow his head in front of any.
Godric was busy packing all the things he needed. He didn't notice anyone was watching him. He was too absorbed in what he was doing. Only when a voice rang out he was startled. First he looked around. His door was closed and nobody was standing behind him either. Where did this familiar voice come from? You played a prank on him. When the voice started to laugh, Godric slowly let his gaze slide towards the wall. There was a large mirror there. Godric was startled. Usually this old mirror showed your own reflection as it should be. But now the mirror had probably stopped working. When Godric looked at the mirror, he did not see his own reflection, but that of Louis. The astonished Father took a step back, his prayer beads firmly in hand. Louis laughed and put his hands on the edge of the mirror. Godric wanted to come closer and examine the phenomenon, but when the surface started to ripple again, he stayed where he was. Louis reached out a hand and seemed to put it on the surface. T
Godric stroked his hair. So much information at once. But that didn't make anything better. Brother Leon was in the sickroom because of this demon! “Father! There you are! We are all waiting impatiently for you! ", A voice pulled him out of the dark thoughts. Godric looked up to three monks. They had wondered where Godric was. They wanted to see him off, but he wasn't even there. So they started looking for the Father. When the monks saw their friar they were frightened. “What happened here, Father?” They immediately rushed to help and two monks lifted the unconscious man upstairs. "Oh, um ..." Godric didn't know how to explain that. "Lucifer sent our brother to the mat?" Godric inwardly shook his head at the thought. He couldn't say that to his brothers. But it was the truth. Godric had vowed never to lie again. When Godric wanted to answer, however, Louis intervened. “Brother Maik slipped and stupidly hit his head. He wanted to give us these tickets so that
The taxi stopped right next to the blue-haired man. Godric looked satisfied at the driver who had got out. "You had ordered a taxi?" Came the sober of the taxi driver as usual. Godric nodded. "Exactly. We want to go to the train station. ”When the suitcase was stowed away and Godric was about to get in, he looked at Louis. The latter stood a little to one side and examined the taxi. “It's a taxi. A car I told you about. Now come. Otherwise we won't arrive on time. “, Were Godric's explanatory words. Louis, however, raised an eyebrow briefly, leaned forward to take a closer look at the taxi. “Hmm ... a car, then. A vehicle or a horse. ”He muttered. But when Godric wanted to get in, there was a loud rumble. Godric managed to get to safety just in time while the taxi skidded a few inches across the street. The taxi driver gave a startled cry, wondering why his car was going on its own. However, when he looked in Louis' direction like Godric, he understood
When Louis sat down, he tapped the window briefly with his index finger. He was amazed at the harshness. Was this some kind of prison? The father did tell something about traveling. But he quickly realized that it wasn't what it seemed. Some people passed their compartment. That was how Louis understood that this wasn't a prison and that everyone could move around freely. Godric had meanwhile got the envelope containing the tickets from under his robe. He opened the white envelope with his name on it. In addition to three tickets, there was also a letter there. The Vatican had paid for the Father's trip itself and had enclosed a letter. Godric didn't get to read it yet, he wanted to do it now. As he scanned the first few lines, he raised an eyebrow. “Student priest? I don't have a student priest. ”Godric was puzzled by the letter that said he and a student should have a safe trip. Louis laughed. “They think I'm your student already. How stupid can you humans be? &r
He didn't really know what to say. The thought of offering himself as live food to a demon was just as disgusting as it was for Louis to kill the innocent. Godric didn't know how to decide. "I ... I won't let you dirty me!" Said Godric, albeit with a slight uncertainty in his voice. Otherwise he always had a way out, a saying, even a biblical quote. But now everything was blown away. Now he was sitting in front of Lucifer, should be his blood sacrifice and in return received the word of the devil. Was this even worth anything? Did the demon keep his deal? Question after question hammered into the priest's head. So far the demon had kept his word, even if it took some getting used to. He hadn't killed his brothers, but he had played along badly. “So you don't care about people? Well also good. Then I'll kill her. One after the other. I'll taste the blood, starting with the kids. I will end with the death of the Pope. The holy man for you. A fact that I don't understand, however
DebrisGodric had struggled with himself for some time, but was unable to see what had happened to him. He wished again that he had broken his curiosity and awakened Louis. But he had done it and he would live with it, he had said this to himself. After eating something in the bistro, he went back to the compartment. After Godric had left the compartment furiously, Louis had leaned back and closed his eyes. He wanted to rest a little, as this time of day was not his usual time. As a demon he was mostly on his feet in the late afternoon, but since the journey started early in the morning, he had no other option. He wanted to accompany his father after all, if it was only for his own pleasure and the father himself wondered what he had done wrong in life.After Godric entered the compartment, he looked at Louis. He eyed him. The eyes were closed, he could just barely see this because the hood had slipped off with a small movement. Godric couldn't help but look at the dem
A few minutes passed and while Father was going to confession, Louis was getting bored in the room alone. To remedy the situation, he got up and left the room as well. He did not want to confess, so he wanted to get an overview of this hostel. But that didn't keep the devil happy for long either. The building quickly became boring and Louis sat on the couch in the entrance. He leaned back a little and had his head rested on the back of the chair. "What a boring outing," he muttered, looking at the ceiling. But then a seductive smell rose to his nose. It was the delicate smell of roses. Louis tilted his head slightly to one side, saw where the good smelling scent was coming from. A woman had entered the hostel. She seemed to be a guest, Louis concluded, as the receptionist greeted her and wished her a good night. During the brief conversation Louis had examined the woman. She was slim. Her clothes revealed her curves as she was very figure emphasized, but not revealing. Her blonde ha
He had arrived at the church, but had not found a priest. But he didn't want to go back. He didn't want to stay in a bedroom with Louis longer than necessary. Besides this fact, the urge to pray weighed heavily on him. Since there was no priest with whom he could put his sins on the confessional, Godric had knelt before the altar and humbly his head before the wooden cross. It was a simple altar, but it had no meaning for Godric. In his eyes it wasn't the altar that was important, but the dedication. Godric would pray anywhere as long as he was there with all his heart. So he kneeled on the wooden floor and folded his hands in prayer. Godric closed his eyes and sighed in satisfaction. It was quiet and nobody seemed to bother him. The blue-haired father appreciated this calm. He liked to sink into some kind of meditation during prayer. While Godric was praying, he freed himself from all worldly burdens and thought only of his master. The art of meditation was important to him and the
As if in slow motion, I sank to the ground, my eyes still on the kite. I only heard the angel child whimper by the way. This then looked at me, because I did not move, just stared at the kite, then slowly turned my head up to the sky. The blood that had dripped into my face pearled down slightly. My robe, too, which was so pure, white and innocent before, was wrapped in blood. My white wings adorned the blood and remains of my victim's skin.The white wings became darker and a feather came off my fine plumage and sailed into the pool of blood. It instantly turned dark red, like the blood. My white feathers ... my precious gift from God was smeared with blood ...did I really do it?Yes ...This was my first time ...I committed a sin ...I killed a living being.I am a sinner!
You will be spared." Then came his redeeming words and I let out a relieved breath. “But you stay in the tower! Sin shall never again invade the kingdom of heaven! You will linger on the fourth level of the tower. This is your punishment for your sins! ”I looked at him a little shocked, but then nodded humbly. I couldn't do anything else either. If I refused, then God's punishment would hit me as well as the other sinners. That's how I would eke out my existence there. I was brought to the fourth level of the tower by God himself. The fourth level was somewhat hidden and only a small door led into the large rooms. As I walked through the door, I turned to him again and looked deeply hurt in his eyes. But his gaze was steadfast and serious. Before I could say anything, the gate that God sealed before me closed.My lord ... Kami ... He really had me locked up ...
It was a long, long time ago ...I remembered it was yesterday, but I wished it wouldn't even happen tomorrow. Still, I knew that change was needed. But I could never forgive him ...It was many, many years ago. Many centuries before Lucifer was born. That's where I lived. With my lord in the first layer of heaven. In Etemenanki, the divine tower. This is where this story begins ...A gentle wind played around my hair. So floor length and black. Something unusual, but again exactly what fits the person who made me. So many times the Lord had praised my hair, but never just touched it like that. He never put his hands on me. The only thing I got from him was a gentle kiss on my head. Nevertheless, this filled me with satisfaction and love for a long time. Love to my Lord, who gave me such a beautiful gift while creating it. Likewise the other bein
L ... Louis ..." Godric whispered and couldn't take his eyes off this angel. Outwardly this was so gorgeous, but inside he seemed to feel that despite his purity, this was still the same Louis he was allowed to get to know on Assiah. This one just radiated a lot more light than if it wanted to shine from within. Godric slowly let go of my robe and walked reverently towards the picture of Lucifer. He didn't dare to reach out to him, but just stopped in front of him. The eyes traveled over his profile. "Really ... beautiful ..." Meanwhile, Uriel had folded his hands at the sight of the seraph of the time. He hadn't seen it for a long time and wanted to be remembered. In the course of his remembrance, the memory changed and Godric saw images long past. Even then, Rafael was pushy and had kept his loved one from work. At that time he had another companion: Lucifel. Both often visited Uriel's sphere, even if Rafael asked Rafael not to involve the chief angel in his pranks.Godric
Godric had decided to take a walk to get rid of his thoughts. He had actually met another high-ranking angel. "They were so familiar ... Jibril and ... Lucifel." What had happened then between the two? His path led him to the source where Amon Louis had first met. "Why is it so complicated?" His gaze went over the meadow. Only at second glance did he notice someone sitting on a stone. It was Uriel who pondered his master's words. He had never believed that his master had such frank words for him. At that time he looked at him with disapproval, but something had changed in him. The cause of the change approached the angel and their eyes met. "Holy Father ..." "Ah. Uriel. You have a visitor. A certain Jibril wants to speak to you, ”he said in a lowered voice. “Jibril is here? I understand. ”He nodded gratefully and made room on the stone so that Godric could also sit down. He accepted the invitation and both stared at the water. "You ... you and Louis. It sounded ver
Louis put his thumb to his mouth and tore open the skin with his sharp front tooth. He let the blood drip onto the floor, which immediately formed a red, magical circle. More and more blood came out of the wound until the circle was completed. In the middle stood Louis. Black symbols appeared on his bare skin and lit up. It was a satanic ritual that he held in the holy halls. Godric could understand some of the Latin words. He was less taken with it, but since he had promised to help his brothers, he let the devil have it. Magnificent black wings appeared on the back of the devil, who extended his hand. At the same time, drops of blood began to detach from the circle and float upwards as if they knew no gravity. Now the monks also recognized the strong power and rushed on Louis, but they had no chance. His last word was spoken and the whole monastery shone in violet light. Godric screwed up his eyes because the light was too bright for him. He could only hear the screams of his brot
And as he wanted.Uriel nodded to his doppelganger, who immediately enjoyed himself with Rafael's manhood and gave him a blow, while the original began to moisten his index finger. Rafael sensed what was in store for him and rolled his eyes in excitement. Uriel's doppelganger did not give the Windengel a single minute of clear thought. "Ahh! You blow my mind !! ”The room was filled with Rafael's lusty sounds. Again and again he winced, didn't know what to do with himself and threw his face to one side, pulled on his shackles, which relentlessly put him in place. He groaned uncontrollably as Uriel's index finger slipped through his muscle ring. It was something new and exciting for him. He had never been down, but always in control. This had slipped from him at the latest after the second finger that was pushed into him. He could only add himself and enjoy the game. Uriel felt how his fingers were literally sucked up and began carefully, without injuring th
Uriel had always left his partner a few distinctive marks. The fact that these healed quickly seemed to encourage him to leave new ones even more. He didn't have as sharp teeth as Lucifer, but he could clearly mark his territory. Rafael willingly lay beneath him and acknowledged every bite with a pleasant groan. How could a single angel get him so far? He always wanted to live chaste and modest, to become part of the heavenly world. But Rafael kept making him weak. He liked to be seduced, to feel the angel of the wind in himself. Was it a sin? No matter. As long as Rafael was by his side, he wanted to commit this. Nobody should believe that the angel is still available. He could well remember the blond's confession of love. Back when he came into his kingdom and looked at him seriously. Until today he had not returned these 3 magical words, yet he loved him and Rafael knew this. He had revealed things to him that no one else knew. Only with him could he let himself go and for a mome
Godric carefully put the tray with the food on the small bedside table and joined the older man. “I brought you something.” “Me? What could this be? ", Louis asked curiously and turned to him and was promptly handed a plate. “What does that mean?” “Well, I thought we could eat together. So just you and me. ", Godric replied shyly and hoped that his meal would be well received. “I don't need to dine like you do. What is the point of this? ”A sigh could be heard, but he had already realized that Louis wasn't just eating with him. "I thought to myself ..., well you and me, alone," he stammered, struggling to find the right words. "Well, I honestly think it's a shame that you just watch. You're part of our community, even if you don't see yourself that way. There is more to people eating together than just ingesting food. But maybe you don't like it either. I did it myself. ”Ashamed, he took his spoon, piled some food on it and put i