Priest Novels & Stories

A thin stream of smoke rose from a hole in the roof and dispersed into the canopy above. He dismounted. Tied his horse. Stood at the edge of the clearing for a moment. The door opened before he knocked. The priest was older than Varek had expected, which was saying something because he had expected very old. He was small and slight and moved with the particular economy of someone whose body had become entirely subservient to whatever lived inside it, a vehicle rather than a presence. His eyes were pale, almost colorless, and they settled on Varek with an attention so complete and so unhurried that it felt, briefly and uncomfortably, like being read.

Everyone had dressed to impress, and I wonder for a split second, who this Lord Jesus Christ might be, and if I would ever get the chance to meet him. After muttering a few merry Christmases, the priest walked in. As the priest stepped forward, a hush fell over the congregation and a sense of anticipation filled the air. His robes were pure white, accentuated by delicate ice crystals that sparkled with every moment. His presence exuded a serene authority and his voice, when he spoke, carried a gentle strength that resonated through the cathedral.

The Priest scoffed as he shook his head again. “ What's the commotion here? ” a tall man with a huge body build, he had long pitch-black hair and sharp hazel eyes, said with a raucous voice that echoed as everyone went silent. The priest had a smug look on his face as he watched the man walk in his direction. “ Alpha King Theon! These miscreants called the temple a lie” the priest said. “And they even travel with a daemon” someone from the crowd said. “ Despicable! ”