Novel & Cerita Rid Me Of This Troublesome Priest

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.

“That night, so long ago, lifetimes ago, the priest, Corrompero, remember him, how could you forget, he drugged me, in the wine, drugged me and you. You, too, were drugged, yes, I remember. And I was so young and didn’t know he wasn’t a man to trust, and I was too trusting. I know, that was my mistake. I’m sorry, I am, truly but it was all like a dream, this thing, this horrible thing, happening so fast. A bad dream and I tried to stop, I did, I tried to—” He raised his hand, the flesh flashing pale in the moonglow as he waved away her frantic words, imploring her to stop, catch her breath. Circle back to reality and discover truth. In shadow, the pitter-patter of Eidolon reflected in the ra

Shit! “How exactly are you seeing an anomaly?” I asked, getting more and more uncomfortable. The longer we took, the more complicated things became and the more the audience worried... the more grandpa worried. “Clearly, we’re both in love—sweet and happy—so how about you just do what you’re meant to?” I was hoping I wasn’t sounding as sarcastic as I meant to. “It’s strange, you too.” The priest said. “From my contact with you both, I’m meant to see just two things—you're mates or you’re not. Right here, I see something else... I see you both are not mates, but then...” He paused.

Beneath my breath, I mutter, "Don't be a hypocrite." We both face the priest. Frankly, he doesn't look like a priest. His hair is long and graying, and he has a goatee. There are dark bags under his eyes and his voice is a croak, like he's been smoking his whole life. I have a bad feeling about this.

Even while setting the chalice and the wine and the bread for mass, I still wasn't myself, and I still wasn't. “ Collins”, Joachim called me but I just didn't hear him. “ Collins”, he called again but all the same, it was still inaudible. He then stepped out of the altar and patted me by the arm, and only when he did so did it come to my mind that the lector was done and it was time to invite the priest to the pulpit. Everyone was now staring at me awkwardly, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me, even Nuel, all dressed up in his priestly garments that even though I was angry with him, I still couldn't help but want to hug him, or at least touch him.

"Mr. Moretti, this is highly irregular. There are no witnesses. There is no license—" I put my hand on my gun. "Begin." The Priest opened the book. His hands shook. "We are gathered here," he squeaked. I moved to Chloe's side. I stood close. I did not touch her. I smelled her. She smelled like soap and fear. It was better than the smell of gunpowder. "Do I have to say the obey part?" she whispered. "Because I feel like that's false advertising." I looked down at her. "You will say what is written."

She doesn’t understand how much that feeds me. The priest drones about love, faith, eternal bonds. I hear none of it. I only watch Eve, soaking in the fury radiating from her. She has no smile for me, no softness. And yet she is magnificent. When prompted, I answer without hesitation. “I will.” My voice cuts through the cathedral like glass. The vows continue. The priest intones the lines I insisted on, relics of an older time. To love, honor, and obey. Not cherish. Cherish is for weak men. Obey is for me.

Him : Amahle Khumalo Me : Hmmm Jordan : Can l trust you with my heart ? This whole thing is new to me , have never felt like this before . Have fallen head over heels in love with you without even intending to , I couldn't forsake the feeling . As a Priest am condemned to do this ,whatever this is but I don't even feel guilty because am willing to break any law for you . I love you Amah and if you break my heart l will lose it since you are my first and am sure last lover as well . Can I trust you with my heart ? That you won't break it ... The forbidden love story is getting more interesting , do you trust Amahle with Mr Priest's heart , that she will keep it safe rather than breaking it .I

This was going to be more entertaining than I thought. The priest began to speak, his voice shaking. He knew this wasn’t a marriage of love. He knew he was presiding over a business transaction between two monsters. He hurried through the words, his eyes darting between the North and the South pews as if he expected a riot to break out at any second.

She let go of his hand and just stood there staring at the stranger in front of her. "I've spent many years driving that old rig up and down these roads. I worked long hours trying to provide for my family. Trying to give them a better life. I've lived a good life. I tried to be a good man. I never intentionally caused harm to others. In all my years driving that old truck I never once had an accident. Never once failed to meet a deadline. Never once did I fail to deliver a load. Never failed to make it home to my loved ones. I raised three intelligent and kind children. I married the love of my life, my best friend in the whole world... I needed to tell you these things. I needed you to kno