He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

He’s dressed in the same uniform as the others, except that his is white instead of black, and the cross on his arm is red, not white. This is not the Christian Pope everyone knows and sees on the television. This is the Templars’ Pope. Their high commander and a zealot of the worst kind. He’s worse than any of the modern Templars and on a mission to rid the world of every evil creature ever born. At Crystal Rose, we never paid much attention to the Templars and their beliefs because they weren’t a danger to us. I’m starting to think that we should have. “I’m Pope Innocent,” he announces himself, and sits opposite me.

"I'm not a priest. I can't marry them." "I don't think it matters..." I say... "What do we call you by the way?" He straightens up, wearing that expression of self-importance normally adopted by minor civil servants who have just spotted an opportunity to be obstructive in some unimportant, but annoying detail. "I am Brother Reginald of the Order of The All-Seeing Eye." Reginald? "The All-Seeing Eye?" Klempner gives a short satisfied nod. "That sounds ideal. Another witness."

Authority clung to him like a second skin—unhurried, heavy, unarguable. Boots. The soft scrape of soles over stone. The faint leather creak of a tailored coat. He stopped just inside the circle of fallen candles. “Report,” he said. The word was quiet, but it settled over the room with more weight than the gunshots. One of the men snapped to attention. “Perimeter secure. No signals out. Target group contained. Moderate resistance. The priest reached for a weapon. Neutralized.” Neutralized. That’s what they called Coren’s body bleeding out on the floor.

said Count Clodis with a smug grin " I know that you want to protect Lady Chelsea but now the saintess has the backing of the church , you can no longer protect the murderer!" " I see " said Rogue coldly then he turned at the air beside him to look at the thin air beside him " Your holiness do you agree with this ?" The air shimmered and a man in white and blue robes and appeared " This is the first time , I have seen such a magic, if it was this easy to catch a culprit , what's the need for evidences ?" " You- your holiness you - you are back ?" when the high priest appeared out of nowhere , Priest Rudolf was so scared that his legs turned limp

Because why am I liking the sound of that? My eyes flicked up to his face. And somehow, the darkness, the danger… it pulled me in. Red means go, right? Everything about him screamed a red flag, from his name to looks and his actions, but standing here, next to him, shirtless and screaming how I’m his… it had my thighs wet. I am definitely possessed. Think good things, Reina… think about Roman… yes… But I was just deceiving myself. I really do need a priest.

“I know, Father. But it feels so good.” “Undoubtedly,” he said. “However, I have methods to help you purge self-pleasuring from your life. They are unconventional, but if you trust me we can get started. If at any time you want me to stop, just say red.” My eyes went wide. What kind of methods? What kind of purging? I was almost too afraid to ask. But then reason kicked in. He’s a priest, Megan, I told myself. It was probably something like reading the bible and saying the same prayer fifty times in a row. But what about the red thing? “Okay, umm,” I started uncomfortably, “What will I have to do?”

Oil lamps and lanterns were adorned by the dais and by the nearby poles. Cavin whispered to Tommy, “Milord, that is Father Cornelius, the Twin Hollow new priest.” Upon hearing this, Celestina heard Cavin murmur in response, "...we saw him in the Redberg Village you know. He was the one with the odd knight's escorts." Tommy nodded in agreement as a shooting star had paused to light their path, like a lantern nestled in the wintry boroughs that made Diana sighed in delight.

He laughs, then gets to his feet and turns to walk out. “Wait!” I call out and get to my feet, trembling. He stops short and turns his head to the side, waiting for me to talk. “Why do this? Why come after my family like this when you killed them?!” Priest has me up against the wall with a hand tightly wrapped around my throat. “Look into my fucking eyes and tell me what you see,” he growls. I wretch open my eyes and peer up into his crimson ones. “They’re…r-red,” I stutter, my body trembling in fear. “Completely red, even the sclera.”

Of course, only a very few number of people knew him for whom he truly was; the deliverer of Wabrook, and the rest of the world, the conception that he'd resuscitated was enough to make his situation a sensational news. Magazines like The Colonies Weekly Mag went as far as making his news the front page, “Red haired boy of Ingfalls resurrects from the Dead amidst Armageddon. Is this the Saviour of our world?” Radio Channels and Television stations came, too, to interview him as he left the hospital.