Romans & histoires Priest

Huh! That little priest was looking for death!

I scolded the priest. "Well, my child, who am I to come between real love?" "Are you even a real priest?" I ask, and he fidgets before responding with a no, but adds, "I'm an ordained official via the internet, of course." "Let's begin!" Jacob's POV

he repeated, proud that his voice didn't mirror his fear. The man before him was as tall as Valerik but smaller in build. The hilts of his weapons poked from their scabbards on both sides of his cassock where they hung from the belt wrapped around his waist. The cassock, white as the mist, marked him a priest. And while his presence was domineering, Sethlzaar did not fear it as much as he'd feared Valerik's. Because where the priest's seemed to have been called upon, Valerik's had dominated without command.

After that, Charlie stared at the man with a frown and asked curiously, "Who are you, old man? Why do you speak for him?" "I'm a priest!" The man cleared his throat to pluck up his courage and announced, "I am a servant of God. I speak for justice." "I'm sorry." Charlie sneered, "I'm an atheist and do not believe in God." The priest coughed nervously, "O-Okay, but you can't disrespect God." "Hold on a second." Charlie chuckled. "I didn't disrespect God. I disrespected His servant, that's all." He walked over to the priest, looked him straight in the eye, and asked, "Tell me, when did you get in he

Hearing the unlocking of the door, Sara -properly dressed this time- stood up from her chair and headed toward the door to take her breakfast. opening the door, she was met with Patrick's friendly face, the mid aged priest in the long hooded grey robe wasn't one of the twelve high priests that formed the holy council, but still had quite the reputability due to his amiable character and friendly behavior, even towards her. he didn't act as repulsive and disturbed by her presence like the other priests, but rather polite and patient all while keeping his distance.

A gentle voice asked. Dale wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not Slowly she opened her eyes and found the priest standing right in front of her. He was very advanced in age, a man of about sixty for years of age and was surely due for retirement. He held the chaplet, his hands raised towards her assuring a blessing. Dale looked open her eyes to find the priest's new position. She vibrated in shock and crashed to the floor as the vibration continued. "Dear lord, security!" The priest called out to the uniformed men, patrolling the premises.

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.

"I have employed a new priest. His name is Father Abraham and he will say Mass for us tomorrow. He is a Benedictine." I walked forward, noticing the priest in his cheap wool cowl for the first time. "Father," I said. "My child," said Father Abraham. He pulled back the hood from his monk's cowl and took my hand. I felt a shock that drove the color from my face. I wanted to pull my hand away, but I didn't. I looked into the priest's dark eyes and I knew him.

I turned towards the source of the sound to see a pale skinned middle aged man with delicate feathers. He had long jade black hair, piercing hazel eye, and a devilishly charming face. He wore a white priestly robe, and a rosery rested peacefully across his slender neck. His weapon was a gigantic cross-like hammer ikwhich had inscriptions on it. His aesthetics was that of a Christian priest. One could easily tell he must have been a priest in his previous life. I chuckled inwardly at my own stupidity. Like a priest would be caught dead in hell with demons like the re