One breath

"A sinner!" Came it shocked and he looked at the gate again. Now all of these symbols made sense. Protective writings, warning symbols that should encourage people to turn back. A ban that was spoken on the gate and should prevent one from passing through. Godric wanted nothing to do with such a sinner. His ancestor must have had a reason to have buried and banished this sinner here and not to bury him in the cemetery as usual, he thought to himself. He was about to turn around when again, if only a fraction of a second, his ring flashed. The blue stone. It seemed to have lit up again in the light of the slightly bluish fire. Was this really just a simple ring? Of course it was clear to him beforehand that this one had magic, even if it sounded absurd. There was no other explanation for the blue hair and eyes he got after putting on the ring. Likewise, that this never came off and has been for a good twenty-one years.

He put his hands lightly on the black gate, noticed how the fire of the torches licked at him. Amon had banned something here, was it now up to him to renew this ban? Had his master sent him here to do this? Godric couldn't find another answer and so he opened the gate. He was surprised how easy it was. Given the size and thickness, he had thought that several men could only be able to do this. But this gate opened almost by itself. It felt as light as a feather. Godric's tension rose. What would he expect behind that gate? He was ready for anything and had spells ready in his mind. No dark creature could fool the Father yet. He was good at what he did and freed people from their sins, prayed for them and cast out the darkness. But until now he had never come across anything like this.

When the gate was open and Godric dared to look inside, everything was dark. The air was even thinner here than it already was. The father hadn't expected that and had to put his hand over his mouth for a moment. It was difficult for him to breathe, but he was not influenced by it. His sacred cross, which he always had with him, was firmly in his hand. He would face the unknown with firm faith. Godric dared a step into the sealed hall and all of a sudden, as if to welcome the first visitor in many years, a fire appeared. It was red fire with a blue glow. The room turned out to be round and there were torches on the wall, which burned brightly, but didn't look as if they would burn down, but continue to give light forever. But the fire had not only spread over the torches, Godric's candle was now burning brightly. It had flared up and had a huge jet of flame, which then retreated and became a smaller one. The jet of flame had spread on the floor, drew its fiery orbit around a marble stone container and had returned to the confused Father. A path out of flames had been prepared for him. Even the father, so composed, had been shocked, had taken a step back and had attended the spectacle with astonishment. His gaze led him to the stone container. Behind this was a white angel statue. In contrast to the other statues, she had a sad look. There was a stone Bible in his hands and a wreath of thorns on his head. Out of the corner of my eye, down to the cheek, was a black trail that reminded me of tears. Bloody tears. The angel's hair, carved in stone, which Godric could identify as male because the chest was flat, was long and concealed the nakedness. The angel was in a kneeling position, as if he were reading from the holy book to a group of listeners. Godric had to think for a moment, then he recognized the angel image. Contrary to the normal angel, the statue had six instead of two wings. He was only familiar with one angel in the history of God who was blessed by the Lord with six beautiful wings.

God's most beautiful and once purest angel. 

Lucifel 

He dropped the candle in shock. This rolled into the fire and burned. Why was there a statue of Lucifel here? Of course Godric knew the stories about him and what had become of him. Even the young children learned in religious instruction, based on his example, not to stray from the right path and to take the sinful path.

Why was there a statue of Lucifel ... no ... the fallen angel Lucifer in this room? 

Godric wanted to turn back. The fire alone had made him uncomfortable. The fire that seems so strange! Now also a statue of Lucifer's former angel figure! “Oh Amon! What have you done? ”If there was something so powerful here, Godric wanted to keep sealing it up and turning it around quickly. With a quick step he was at the altar, ignored the sight of the sad Lucifer and pushed the stone slab slightly aside. Since nothing was scratched on the plate itself, he assumed the seals that he needed to renew were inside. Without hesitation he looked inside and saw a coffin. This was entwined with chains and also covered with holy banners. Like the gate, symbols and writings were carved on the coffin. “Requiem in pacem peccatorum.” Godric had been able to read. Undoubtedly a sinner! ' He wondered what sins this creature would have incurred if it was locked up here and so securely sealed. First at the gate, then the coffin. Chained and covered with banners.

Carefully, with respect for the dead, he put his hand on one of the rotten chains. Even if there was a sinner lying here, Godric also had respect for his dead calm. The chains looked old and discolored. How long could this grave exist? If it really had been Amon, it had been fifteen centuries. A long time. A time that this space reflected. "May your sins be forgiven you.", Godric said and had placed his forehead on the holy cross while the other hand rested on the coffin. He wanted to start sealing, but he didn't get far. A strong wind blew and pushed him back. The fire on the floor had gone out, but the torch was still burning. Godric landed hard against the angel statue, tearing two of the six wings with him. A painful sound escaped him. His body trembled slightly in pain and a look at the broken wings told him that this was not without reason. Blood stuck where the two wings used to be. Godric looked down at himself. The robe was a little torn, blood ran down his left arm. But he couldn't take care of that! Much more important was to know what had just happened. Godric straightened up with difficulty, looked at the exit, and saw a figure there.

"Who's there?!"

The young priest stared at the figure. This stepped forward so that the light of the fire revealed him. An old man with a wrinkled face. The gray hair drooped dull and without shine. His beard was graying too and covered most of his face. The stranger was wearing a monastery habit and had his hood pulled down over his face. Godric wondered if he had ever seen this man in the monastery. Even if he only saw his face, there was something about it that you would not have forgotten if you met him. But the abbot did not remember that man and he had seen all of his brothers on the day he came to the monastery. He hadn't seen this man at the welcoming ceremony. He would have noticed him immediately, as his gaze was piercing and his yellow-red eyes were a rarity.

A perfidious grin fell on the man's lips. He raised his foot and kicked the unopened part of the gate. The stone literally shattered and was struck against the statue of Lucifer with such intensity that it broke into pieces. Godric was startled, had put both hands around his holy cross. This behavior was unusual for a man who looked like he was in his eighties. No one had the strength to enter the hand-width gate in an instant, especially not with such a sparse stature as the monk. No man of God would behave so disrespectfully in a place of rest!

Before the abbot could express his displeasure with the behavior of this supposed friar, however, he had come into the burial chamber. He quickly took off his hood and revealed his old face. Godric was right in his assumption. He was really old, but had shown inhuman strength when kicking the shear gate. The old man put his bony hands up and began to laugh like a madman. "At last! After such a long time! I've finally reached my goal, sir !! You haven't waited in vain! “, He laughed and opened his eyes wide, fixing Godric with his gaze. With a shaky step he came closer. "I will thank you for your services," he whispered and cracked his knuckles. "Your death will be quick and painless!" An almost sick laugh escaped the old monk, who turned with the speed of a young warrior and with full force struck a rock at the gate to Godric. This could just avoid it, lay half over the plate of the stone container. “You are one of the tough guys, aren't you? But it will be more exciting this way! How long have I waited to ram my claws into your body! In every single damn Talin! Do you know how that is ~? ", The attacker shouted and came with more staggering steps towards Godric. “1500 years to watch you! Your talk of God and mercy! How disgusted it made me! ”He shouted again, while the blue-haired tried to get a steady stance. He did not notice how the blood on his arm was dripping onto the coffin and only paid attention to the old monk. Godric made a cross on his chest with the other hand and did not notice that he had awakened something that should rest forever in the depths of darkness . Deep in his mantra, he hadn't noticed the coffin lid opening. Little by little, word for word. The lid of the coffin was opened only a hand crack, but you could see the flash of an eye.

The fire seemed to lick in the direction of Godric, the flames rising higher than before. Concentrated in his mantra, Godric did not notice the aura of a stranger filling the room. The old monk had taken a step back, put his hands into his gray hair and laughed out loud. He started shaking like an obsession. “The time has come! Oh Lord! ”He implored. The shadow cast in the glow of the fire crept up the wall and became more and more ominous. Meanwhile the priest's blood had congealed in the coffin and was received by a dry tongue. Impossible to move, he eagerly absorbed the red elixir of life.

His body was motionless, but new life was being breathed into it. Slowly the limbs awoke and the priest's delicious blood worked its way into every corner of his body and supplied it with warmth and strength. Bit by bit the eyelids fought their way up and revealed the surroundings ...

One breath ... One deep breath filled the room .