The time has come...

It had been a week since Godric discovered Lucifer's tomb and accidentally opened it. During that time the young priest hadn't even been downstairs. The fear was too great to know who was down there. Still, he remembered the promise, had a bowl of food on his desk. Godric would never break his promise, he had never done that before. He would not do this even to the Antichrist. That week Godric had prayed to God more than usual. He was looking for answers to his questions and had peace of mind. But it wasn't easy to find. During the meditation, Lucifer's eyes always appeared to him, into which he had stared directly as the latter wanted to kill him, as well as his friar. Godric asked his master for assistance. His faith became all the stronger after he learned of Lucifer. He had never doubted his master's existence, but now, thanks to Lucifer, he had proof that he really had to exist. If there was a Lucifer, then there had to be his counterpart. Godric had also done a lot of research in the archive that week. He wanted to find answers, documents from Amon himself. Of course, he was aware that these would be difficult to find, since the black monk lived 1500 years ago. But Godric didn't give up. He wanted to know what Lucifer and Amon were all about. In the end, could it even be ascribed to Lucifer why his revered ancestor was dubbed a fallen and black monk? Godric himself had always wondered why a man like Amon, whose story was so noble and who even built a monastery for God, should be a sinner. It didn't fit the picture. The Talins have always been a race of righteous and pure people. Godric couldn't believe that the founder of all things, and according to the book, the savior of the world, who saved people from Lucifer and his darkness, was supposed to be a bad person. However, apart from the book, he had found no more writings. Godric had searched for days and nights, but found nothing. There were just too many writings in this archive. But right now, in this unfortunate week, he would have wanted answers.

Many monasteries have been attacked since Lucifer's tomb was opened. Believers were brutally slaughtered. Their heads scattered as decorations. The blood ran down the walls, immersed the street scene in a terrible horror scenario. Some people were also found completely drained, as if vampires had molested them. The world panicked over these deaths. They were referred to on television as 'vampire murders' because most of the victims ran out of blood while the others were slaughtered beyond recognition. Here and there, signs unrecognizable to normal people were smeared on walls with blood. But the believers knew what this meant. The old Latin characters that reported about God and Lucifer. The news of the deaths even reached the distant monastery on the Götterberg. Many sought protection and divine assistance there. The monks and Godric had enough to do to calm the crowds. Godric wondered if it had something to do with the fact that Lucifer had awakened through his fault. He wondered why the murders had continued even though Lucifer had been banished again. Had he made a mistake? Was Lucifer Free? The raids kept moving towards Götterberg. Did Lucifer want revenge? Or was he still downstairs and his followers would want to get him? But why hadn't they fetched him a long time ago? Godric brooded a lot over the past week. He was glad that his monks were not defenseless and that the area here was well protected by them. His brothers, like himself, were battle monks. They exorcised demons, fought against dark beings and protected the light. But they have never been so needed as they are now.

Godric was in his room, had helped distribute the food, since the flood of believers and those seeking protection had not left the monastery since then. It wasn't too bad for the blue-haired man to help out. He liked doing it and at the same time encouraged every single person he gave food to. But Godric wondered what the future would be. In hours like these, when he could relax in his room, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind. If he hadn't broken the seal, none of this would have happened. Great guilt lay on the Father's heart. When his gaze slid to the bowl where the food for Lucifer was, Godric made up his mind. Determined, he went to the closet and opened it. When the cupboard doors revealed a golden staff could be seen. It went up to Godric's shoulder. It was a narrow stick with a circular top. Writings were engraved on the staff itself. They were scriptures, just as this staff was holy. Next to the ring the most sacred thing Godric possessed. One of the most sacred things in this monastery. It was his fighting staff, blessed by the gentleman himself. Or so it was said. This staff has been passed on for generations, so that Godric himself did not know whether it was true. But he knew one thing: this staff was powerful. With this staff he could take on the dark beings and use his spiritual energy. Godric's hands went to the staff. His fingertips brushed the smooth surface in awe. "I have to do it. I am the holy father. It is my duty! ”With these words Godric resolutely took the staff, but also the bowl with the food. He didn't know if he ate such food at all, but he didn't care. He wanted to go to the basement. To Lucifer ...

In the meantime he had woken up. He had felt the auras of his being. They were close. He was lying in the coffin with his eyes open. The gaze was directed to the ceiling. “Amon ... I will bring the darkness back to Assiah. Are you going to stop me again? ”He lowered his eyelids slightly, not knowing how much time had passed during his exile. But the memory of Amon was omnipresent. "It will be soon ..." he whispered, then looked to the side. He had heard the priest who was standing in front of the gate with the food. Godric's breath penetrated his hearing and the rush of his blood could not be ignored. Lucifer gave a short laugh. “Someone took their time! Well ~ time isn't really something to complain about. Still, it's not right to keep me waiting! ”Godric's grip on his staff tightened. He wondered how Lucifer knew he was standing in front of the gate. It was locked and the young priest hadn't even taken a fire with him. The torches were still burning down here. So this was not necessary. Godric didn't want to attract any attention, but at least now he knew that Lucifer was still here and had noticed him ...

~ Silence. ~

Lucifer closed his eyes and turned his head away, but then Godric raised his voice. "Are you really Lucifer?" His question penetrated through the thick gates. The named grinned. “Apparently my reputation precedes me. But what does this knowledge bring you, unknown father who is so similar to Amon? Would you like to know the name of the one who will kill you? ”Lucifer replied in a cold voice. Godric didn't let that put him off. He knew that talking to Lucifer wouldn't be a coffee wreath. After all, it was sin in person, but he continued. “So it's you. Then the Lord is ... ”“ In heaven! ”Interrupted Lucifer and sat up. Godric's mind popped up with a thousand questions immediately after that answer. God really existed! Of course the priest believed in God, but no one had heard it as clearly as Lucifer had confirmed. Should he ask Lucifer more questions? More about god? The meaning of life? Or something else? With Lucifer locked up, the abbot felt safe.

No ... he couldn't do that. Godric held back, even if it was difficult for him. He was also plagued by existential questions and now someone was here who could give an answer. Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed calm. Leisurely he moved his fingers towards the inside of his hand, looked at his pointed fingernails as if none of this was any of his business. Godric bit his lower lip briefly, struggling with himself and his thirst for knowledge. But he was able to dissuade himself and ask the questions that seemed more important to him at the moment. However, it was not easy to have a conversation with Lucifer ...

"How do you know Amon?"

"What is your name?"

"Why are you here?"

"Where is Amon?"

Godric's grip on his staff tightened. No matter what he asked, Lucifer replied with another question. "I ..-" But he got no further. A deafening cry of pain interrupted him. Lucifer jumped out of his coffin and ran for the gate while Godric turned. Three monk corpses were thrown into the wide space. Godric could see immediately that there was nothing to help them. Blood oozed from her eye sockets, her clothes were torn, and one of her chest was ripped open. Startled at what the priest was seeing, he pushed himself against the gate behind him. The staff firmly in the hands, waiting for what may come.

~ "The time has come ~", were Lucifer's quiet words, which seemed to echo in the darkness. ~