He Was Called The Red Priest Novels & Stories

he said with a menacing calmness. Thom Redd scoffed. "Is the Pope scared that I will overthrow him? Is he concerned that my shit hits better than his?" he gave a sly smirk. Bishop chuckled. "I wonder what it is that makes the lot of you grow into rogue bastards. Just yesterday you were running and serving under us. Now you feel you're a star for cooking something up with a stolen recipe" Thom Redd's expression twisted. "Excuse me?" he fired angrily.

“A week? You must be joking. Ten minutes after you make it happen. If you’re lucky!” “I had one, claimed to be the most pious and devout of all my followers. Ready to help anyone, he was. Real charmer. You should have seen some of the things he got up to behind closed doors. Disgusting, it was.” One of the red lights seemed to get redder. Do gods blush?

The man suddenly stopped talking. That was it? Silence and then a choking noise. Vinx walked forward and the wall crumbled, there the priest was, in a red robe. I walked forward on auto pilot, my legs had carried me. The man was sitting on a chair and his head was resting on the wall. " High priest?." Kalum asked and he held on to the man's hood, he pulled it down slowly and a bat flew out. I didn't take my eyes off the face of the male, his skin was blushish and this wasn't because he was now dead, that was it's natural colour.

A man with an orange goatee and a brown fedora boomed behind the marble countertop of the bar and I felt the muscles in my face relax, thinking how Darlene used to be able to do that for me. Say something dumb or some stupid joke to make me smile, when all I wanted to do was curl up somewhere and expire. “We’ve got much to discuss my friend,” Priest said as I settled into the leather stool behind me, slamming the waiting drink home and ignoring the fond sparkle in his eyes as he leaned in to look up at me. Priest was one of the elites in the mafia ring, a man equal shades friendly as he was deadly. A friend. A good friend. “Need a smoke?” Priest chipped, holding out the gold metal of a light

Unfortunately for him, the Confradia has decided that it is time to end his existence. That’s why I’m here. I’ve come to show Mr. Treadwell the error of his ways before he meets his maker. I’m called Priest, which is ironic because I’m done with sick bastards like him when they all pray for a final absolution. I’d like to think that the old bible adage, an eye for an eye, is an adequate form of punishment. And that’s what Mr. Treadwell is receiving tonight.

Huh! That little priest was looking for death!

He nodded "Your father was a bit spiritual when you were young, he had a fear of witches and so he always came to pray at the church. He loved your mother a lot. He had a fear of the supernatural and was always confessing something. I was very young then." He turned his dark eyes to look at me "But I remember you, because you were so beautiful like your mother...like now." "Do you believe in witches...the supernatural?" I asked, staring at him. He shook his head "I know there are supernatural forces in this world, I just don't believe it because I haven't seen it." "You are very young for a priest..." I paused, rubbing my belly, "Why are you a priest?" "I guess service, faith, belief...I gre

Rejected her. Except it didn’t feel like rejection. It felt like defense. Like the encryption inside her wasn’t just protecting her body. It was evolving. And then came the message. ~~~~~~~~~~ NAPLES COMPOUND: PRIVATE ROOM A priest. No, not just a priest. A Cardinal. Red-robed. Eyes like pale stones. He entered flanked by Vatican emissaries, each cloaked and silent, their crucifixes glowing with discreet nanotech. Officially, it was a diplomatic call. Unofficially, it was an exorcism wrapped in inquiry.

"Who are you?" "Were you the one who called us here?" I asked. The man then tried to lift his body. Dylan and the others stiffened even more. “Child, easy, I bring no harm to you, all. I just hope, someone to, find me. And you, did it, the beloved child, of Lord Drachen.” The man held out his hand to Dylan. “I am, the high priest, from 40 years ago. Nice to meet you?” I was flabbergasted.

It was hard to get on the high seas. He whispered a prayer of gratitude to his patron, the Father of Hares, out of habit but stopped partway through and swore. Priest didn't want to admit but seeing behind the cosmic curtain had shaken him to the core. He still wasn't clear on many things but he now knew the Father of Hares was also Tricksy, the toms' God of Chaos. Years of devotion to him. Living only for what the god inspired him to do and give up, not to mention his shame and self-violence when he felt he fell short. All of it had left Priest feeling empty and not sure of his mission.