Decus

The demon put his hand over his mouth and felt sick. The fact that he was so weak at this moment annoyed him very much. But when Godric's words reached his pointy ears, he looked up. Pieces of the gate floated towards the blue-haired man, seemed to come back together on their own. Of course, the demon also knew what this meant and didn't want to let it get that far. As fast as possible he got up, ignoring the pain and wanted to form a ball of fire again to burn Godric like the monk before. The pain in his body was stronger than expected and thwarted his plans. Since he had just awakened, he had been an easy target for the power of the ring. Godric was lucky enough to erect and seal the gate before the demon could gather and throw the ball of fire in his direction. This was hurled against the newly built gate, but absorbed by the seal magic. "Damn it!" The sinner cursed while Godric sank to the ground in relief. For a moment he had seen his life ended. Many had crossed his path, but none was so powerful and had broken his incantations like this one.

"May you reflect and earn your entrance into paradise," Godric implored, while the demon only growled. "The paradise? As if this were my wish! But as a devout praying mantis you will not be able to escape the fact that I saved you from the demon! ”Godric blinked briefly, confused, but then understood what he meant. So this monk wasn't human. Inwardly he wondered how a demon could live in the monastery all this time, but he would not openly reveal this uncertainty. “Doesn't it mean 'love your neighbor as yourself?' If you're so pious, at least bring me some food! Now that I'm awake because of you! ”Came the voice behind the gate. Of course, Godric knew the phrases from the Bible, but was surprised that the demon knew them. When he asked for food, however, he gallantly raised an eyebrow. He didn't know what to bring a demon to eat, he could blame himself right away. But he agreed. The provocative words had reached him. "Yes, it means love your neighbor as you love yourself, I'll bring you something to eat, but whether you will like it is something different." He certainly didn't let me twist a rope out of the words of God, if he knew them well enough to assess the situations in which they put him.

Godric left the room, this time even quicker to get out of the basement. The thoughts were on the sinner he had locked up again. He didn't think there was a demon resting under the monastery. The term 'Götterberg' seemed to him to be rather abstract. Godric hoped that his ancestor would have thought something. With a quick step he came to the stairs that had previously led him down to the basement. The sun could be seen on the horizon and the priest was surprised to see how long he had been in the cellar. When he heard a noise, he looked at the railing. Again he could see a crow sitting on the wall. But this time he looked at her steadfastly. "I have to disappoint you. I survived. “, Godric spoke seriously to this. But he didn't really know why he did that. It was an urge he couldn't explain. By the time that was done, he had headed in a direction and was actually found by the monk he had last seen before his trip to the basement. Brother tom! He was on vigil and was worried that the father had not come back. So he decided to go looking. "You look exhausted, Father," he said worriedly. Godric sighed softly, then nodded. “Believe me brother. That's me ... That's me. ”With these words the two left and he was more pleased than ever to see his bedroom. 

Meanwhile the crow was still sitting in its place, had looked after the two. When these were out of sight, the crow looked at the stairs and croaked loudly again. The black bird stretched its feathers and pushed itself off the wall. But this time he wasn't alone. A whole swarm had gathered on the roof of the monastery wing while Godric went into the cellar. These flew into the sky, leaving only a handful of jet black feathers ...

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Decus

The young father hadn't gotten much sleep. The encounter with the demon had affected him too much. Even his friars had noticed that something seemed to be wrong with the father, since he had given the morning sermon in the large chapel as if he were standing next to him. Godric couldn't explain what had happened. A sinner trapped under the monastery. The Father Father hadn't told him about that. Was that why he was never allowed to go into that basement area? The head priest could not give him any more answers because he died a few years ago.

“Father Godric! Is everything okay with you? ”Came a worried voice. A young man with blonde shoulder-length hair approached Godric after the sermon. It was the same monk from last night. “Brother Tom! Um .. Do I look like that? ”“ Well ..., you were somehow next to you. ”Godric had to withdraw. He couldn't tell his brother anything about this encounter. There would be chaos if everyone knew. But Godric didn't want to lie either. So he found himself in a bind, in which he was able to free himself quickly. He smiled and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. “Thank you all for your concern. I do have something to worry about. But I'll have to deal with it myself. With firm faith I will pass this test, ”he said gently. "I understand. I will include you in my prayers, Father Godric. May the Lord and Amon be with you. ”With these words the friar said goodbye and left Godric alone. "Amon ..." Godric whispered. He had an idea! Without further ado, he went to the family archive. He was looking for something in particular. It was not easy to find the right one among so many books and roles, but after three hours of tireless search, he stumbled upon something.

While Godric was looking through scrolls and books, he noticed a small book in one of the back rows. One might think that it was hidden extra deep, since it could not be found at first and even second glance. Godric reached for the hidden treasure and pulled the book out from among all the others. It was a small, almost crumbled book. The book cover testified to a long time and when Godric opened it, a cloud of dust came towards him. A cough left his throat and he wondered how long this book had been down here. The pages looked old and cracked, the writing almost faded. Still, Godric flipped the pages in hopes of finding something. When he got to the center of the book, the characters became clearer so that he could read a long forgotten story.

"... and God's power became weaker. People gave themselves to their despair. Their hearts were filled with dark thoughts. What once shone in the light was bathed in darkness. Innocence threatened to succumb to sin. Heaven succumbed to it Hell. The figures of the night broke in on the innocent and stole their light. Above all ~ he ~. The darkness itself.

~ "Lucifer." ~

Godric widened his eyes, almost dropped the book in shock. "Lucifer ..." he whispered in awe. Had he just heard right? The prince of the underworld, the antichrist! Of course the young father had heard stories about Lucifer. God's adversary and propagator of sin. Godric did not know what to do with the knowledge, but read on spellbound:

“The figures of the night ruled over humanity. Only those with pious hearts and strong faith could resist them. But even against him, normal people had no chance. The demons feasted on the sin of men, especially he. His long, black hair, which reflected the darkness within him, his red eyes, which represented the blood of his victims, and his claws, which dug into the bodies of the innocent. Lucifer, the prince of the underworld. Its black wings spread over the world, enveloping it in darkness. Its blue hellfire devoured innocent souls. Humanity saw itself at the end and there were few survivors.

Only one man could stand in the way of this darkness: the fallen monk Amon Talin. He who fell into sin himself could take on the sinner. He had made it his business to save the world. After a bitter struggle, the black monk Amon Lucifer sealed under the walls of the monastery he had founded. He himself gave his life to seal Lucifer. Since then the world has been saved from evil. "

When Godric finished reading the last page, he closed the book and stared down at the cover. It really was Lucifer down there. His blue fire that burned the monk demon. Those red eyes that seemed so cold and merciless. The black long hair that had its own shine in the glow of the fire. It was really Lucifer. The arch enemy of God and fallen angel Lucifel! Godric wondered what his ancestor had been thinking of sealing the most powerful deity, next to the Lord himself, down there. Likewise, the young priest would like to hit himself because he was so stupid to have broken this spell. He blamed himself for his curiosity that he had not withstood Lucifer's attraction and that he had taken the left path rather than the right. Godric had put the book away, but he wasn't the only one brooding over the fact that things weren't the way they should be.

Lucifer himself, after Godric's re-sealing, had given some thought. For a moment he had looked at the habit that belonged to the monk he had burned. He had pushed it to the side with his foot and let the ashes crunch under his foot. “That such low demons are already coming into my grave. You must really be desperate. ", He said, amused, and sat down in the coffin, then leaned back a little. “She will certainly have felt it too. One can be curious. ”A low laugh echoed through the crypt. Lucifer took an index finger and wound part of a fore strand on it. “You will beg for mercy. All of them. I'll take care of that. ", Were his ominous words. He put the other hand on his chest, felt something under the fabric. It was a piece of paper, a letter. The demon closed his eyes briefly. "Amon. You really are a bastard. ", He whispered and then looked straight ahead with half-closed eyes and continued his monologue. “To fool myself like that. But that looks like you, Amon. It really looks like you. ”After these words he had closed his eyes completely and gave himself up to sleep, since he had nothing to do himself at the moment. It was sealed and he didn't think it necessary to move a finger in vain. Did he already know that by opening this chamber some would soon come who were extremely pleased that the aura of the dark man had finally appeared. Godric was able to seal it again thanks to the brief weakness from the long sleep, but he could not suppress the dark aura of Lucifer. She was too powerful for a little man. So it so happened that the world fell victim to a multitude of attacks ...