Our story begins in a place where ancient values took precedence over the convenience of civilization. Where pure souls lived and humbly served their masters. A place where you might think that time hadn't thought of it.
It stood high up, above the nearby villages, on a huge mountain, where neither the haste of the present nor the sins reached the place. A big monastery. The mountain of the gods, named because of its height and the monastery, protruded from the small mountain range. It was a mountain with untouched nature. Even a small river, which had its source deep in the forest, dared the way through the forest, spared from the building frenzy of modern times. Cities had sprung up like mushrooms, modernity became indispensable in households, and noise and stress took over the formerly quiet everyday life of people. But none of this reached the Götterberg. The monastery, which was named after its founder Amon, had remained in the old days. It was as if the mountain itself wanted to stand as a reminder of the old days. The monastery, which was built partly in the mountain, but also on the mountain, supported this.
It was a monastery full of men. Monks. Still, it wasn't a normal monastery. Not only was its location and name unique, its history too. The line of the elect lived there, leading the monastery from generation to generation. A holy Father, whose status was even higher than that of the Pope, chosen by God personally. Hair as blue as the sky, blue eyes of the same color, a soul as pure as that of a newborn. Entrusted with the task of bringing the message of God to the people as God's only armed forces on earth, called Assiah, to save the world from darkness and unbelief.
The holy and venerable family line of the Talin, founded by the one who built the monastery, Amon Talin!
The Talin have always protected mankind from the power of demons without their knowledge. Holy Father and his entourage, which consisted of specially trained combat monks, watched over the believers high up on this mountain. But times had changed. Modern times had forgotten those stories. Only a handful of believers, including the Holy Father himself, still knew something about the Talin. They were unknown to everyone else. A normal monastery, stopped in time, clinging to old values. A refuge for believers just like any other monastery.
Old stories and virtues were forgotten. The world had turned to the modern age. But not for those initiated. This is how the story begins. There was something in the monastery, something powerful and dark, that surpassed any demon ...
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It was the dead of night when bare feet scurried over the cool stones of the floor. The corridor was long and dark. The stone seemed to reflect the coolness of the night. But the one who disturbed the silence of the night, lit the darkness with a candle in hand, did not care. He couldn't sleep, his soul was restless. He had been too excited to finally return to the place he had to leave so long ago ...
Godric had only returned to his family's monastery a week ago. The monastery was not small, it was huge. It consisted of a main house where prayers were held and many smaller huts that were spread around the main wing. Aside there was a shrine and some halls where martial arts and many other skills were taught. Everything connected by long stone corridors. Almost endless and winding corridors, as the young man found. Godric had not been home in fifteen years since he had been trained to be a priest. He had made his vow to live chaste and only for God. To follow his faith and word to resist all sins. These included sins such as sex, unchaste thoughts, consuming flesh, blasphemy, murder, cursing and much more. Asserting oneself against dark creatures and tempters was also part of it. When the young priest heard about it for the first time in his training, he couldn't believe his ears. But he quickly learned that the world was not just what he saw with the naked eye. There were quite a few dark creatures, and yet no priest, monk or nun was defenseless against them. They only resisted, but did not attack anyone on their own initiative. It did not count as murder if one paved the way for the dark creatures to a better life through defense and prayer. So this monastery was known to produce men who ruled this.
So does Godric. He had received his ordination and was now worthy to be the abbot of that institution. He had learned a lot and knew that he needed all of it. He always wore his black robe with a consecrated cross around his neck. There was a ring on his finger. The only jewelry he was allowed to wear, as it was the family ring and distinguished Godric as the highest priest and abbot of the monastery. It wasn't just any jewelry. It was the sacred ornament of Amon, the founder of this monastery. A mighty ring, the power of which many desired but could never own. He looked for his own owner, a descendant of Amon, and when he put on this ring his hair turned blue as the sky and his eyes as deep blue as water. No matter what their original color was. It was the colors of the first Talin, Amon. The ring could only be removed from the finger again when the chosen one died, which happened as soon as his successor was born, since there could only be one saint. Godric grew up without a father, but had lost his mother at an early age. He couldn't remember her. The former abbot, the student of Godric's father, had taken in the then small baby and raised him. As requested by the Talin.
Except for jewelry, Godric had no wealth. Nobody in this monastery had any. The rooms were empty except for a bed, a closet for robes and robes, and a table with a chair and a lamp. It was lived according to the rules of renunciation and humility and not given in to waste. You only had what you needed to live. No more and no less.
Since Godric could not sleep that night, however, he had resolved to rediscover the corridors he had last explored fifteen years ago. To get used to everything again. He held a candle in one hand. There was no electricity in this monastery. The monks had only allowed themselves the luxury of running water and the associated sanitary facilities, for reasons of hygiene. That was how progressive they wanted to be to prevent diseases.
The blue-haired man walked slowly down the hallways. He had forgotten so many things and he wanted to remember a lot more. For example, how it went back again. Because even a chosen Father was not protected from getting lost, as it had happened to him. He just wanted to explore this part, since he never got around to it during the week he was here. There was nothing he had to do in this part of the monastery. This wing was also built into the mountain a little off the beaten track. As if it was on purpose. On the floor, the walls, corners and pillars, which were for the outside corridor, you could see that this wing had not been used for a long time. The daily work of a monk, in which Godric could not exclude himself, was to keep the monastery clean as it was written on a board in the main corridor. 'Keep your soul and your surroundings pure!' Even Godric, as the highest priest, couldn't shirk the cleaning work, but at least didn't have to do as much as his monks. So he had been spared the preparation of the food, the kitchen work and the rough housework and laundry. He was responsible for ensuring that the scriptures were properly stored in the archives, as no one other than the Talin had access. This, on the other hand, was housework, not less difficult work. The underground family archive, which had existed for millennia, stretched over a long distance. The monastery itself was more than two thousand years old, and so every generation of priests had written and added other writings. In the end, there was a lot to do with the now incumbent Father, also because he should actually read everything in order to be able to use the knowledge of the old generations. But even after fifteen years he hadn't been able to read through even a small part of the archive and had only been able to pick out certain documents for his training. His luck was that the previous generations had worked cleanly. Every book, every scroll, every piece of paper, no matter how small, was organized and sorted under keywords on a shelf. So you could find something quickly if you disregard the amount of keywords ...
Godric didn't want to think about that. After his arrival he had fetched a reading from the archive that had piqued his interest. A story about his ancestor Amon. Because, contrary to all the holiness that this place radiated and for which he stood, was titled as a dark priest and the name Amon, which was a little divine name in the Bible, did not really improve the situation. Godric wanted to know the reason, had hoped for answers in the book, which had been written in some generation by a descendant of Amon. But he didn't get to read yet.A sigh came from the priest's lips. "Lost ..." he mused about his situation. That was less holy, Godric had thought and laughed at himself. He was a great saint to get lost in his own monastery. Had that happened to one of his ancestors too? In any case, he didn't know anyone. If only he had taken a card or just asked the monk, whom he had seen two hours ago, but hadn't wanted to ask. These thoughts made him sigh again. He didn't really wa
“My Lord is always with me ... even in the darkest hour. I don't like to see it, but feel it. ”He continued to concentrate on himself, as if he were reciting a mantra. He took the other steps and stood in front of the archway. A huge, white archway that led into the cellar. Godric bravely stepped under it, had the feeling that the cold had increased. He picked up the candle as quickly as he could and looked for the plate. Godric hugged himself briefly, shaking himself as he shivered. He wondered how it could be so cold all of a sudden and looked ahead. The basement was open. The arch as an inlet, then a further corridor, which end you couldn't see because it was devoured by the darkness. Something flashed in that darkness. Godric saw it with difficulty. It was the candle plate. He had rolled far into the dark corridor. He bit his lip lightly. Should he get it? He couldn't leave anything behind. It would be contrary to all teachings, even if it were only a small candle pl
"A sinner!" Came it shocked and he looked at the gate again. Now all of these symbols made sense. Protective writings, warning symbols that should encourage people to turn back. A ban that was spoken on the gate and should prevent one from passing through. Godric wanted nothing to do with such a sinner. His ancestor must have had a reason to have buried and banished this sinner here and not to bury him in the cemetery as usual, he thought to himself. He was about to turn around when again, if only a fraction of a second, his ring flashed. The blue stone. It seemed to have lit up again in the light of the slightly bluish fire. Was this really just a simple ring? Of course it was clear to him beforehand that this one had magic, even if it sounded absurd. There was no other explanation for the blue hair and eyes he got after putting on the ring. Likewise, that this never came off and has been for a good twenty-one years.He put his hands lightly on the black gate, noticed how th
The fire burned blazingly as if it wanted to celebrate this breath properly. Godric also noticed the change now, but it was too late. Two greedy hands grabbed the priest's bloody arm and pulled him powerfully into the stone coffin protection. He couldn't escape it. No matter how hard he struggled, the grip was firm and strong. Godric could feel a tongue sliding over his arm, felt the saliva which spread, but took the blood with it. A warm breath met his arm and he made a face in disgust, not knowing what was happening to him. However, the old monk noticed what was happening at that moment and became frightened. "No way! I will not let YOU ruin my plans! ", He shouted almost in panic, drew a dagger and ran towards the confused father. Then everything happened very quickly.Before the panicked monk could send Godric prematurely to his master, the lid of the coffin was opened. The heavy coffin lid fell a few meters on the floor with full force. "No! NO! ", Shouted the monk, took
The demon put his hand over his mouth and felt sick. The fact that he was so weak at this moment annoyed him very much. But when Godric's words reached his pointy ears, he looked up. Pieces of the gate floated towards the blue-haired man, seemed to come back together on their own. Of course, the demon also knew what this meant and didn't want to let it get that far. As fast as possible he got up, ignoring the pain and wanted to form a ball of fire again to burn Godric like the monk before. The pain in his body was stronger than expected and thwarted his plans. Since he had just awakened, he had been an easy target for the power of the ring. Godric was lucky enough to erect and seal the gate before the demon could gather and throw the ball of fire in his direction. This was hurled against the newly built gate, but absorbed by the seal magic. "Damn it!" The sinner cursed while Godric sank to the ground in relief. For a moment he had seen his life ended. Many had crossed his path, but
It had been a week since Godric discovered Lucifer's tomb and accidentally opened it. During that time the young priest hadn't even been downstairs. The fear was too great to know who was down there. Still, he remembered the promise, had a bowl of food on his desk. Godric would never break his promise, he had never done that before. He would not do this even to the Antichrist. That week Godric had prayed to God more than usual. He was looking for answers to his questions and had peace of mind. But it wasn't easy to find. During the meditation, Lucifer's eyes always appeared to him, into which he had stared directly as the latter wanted to kill him, as well as his friar. Godric asked his master for assistance. His faith became all the stronger after he learned of Lucifer. He had never doubted his master's existence, but now, thanks to Lucifer, he had proof that he really had to exist. If there was a Lucifer, then there had to be his counterpart. Godric had also done a lot of research
The attacks had reached the monastery. The attackers were able to bypass the seals that the monks had set. Some monks had, as if by magic, removed the seals themselves and seriously injured their confreres who they tried to prevent. They were obsessed. Blood oozed from her eye sockets, as well as from her ears, mouth and nose. They had an almost crazy grin on their lips. The seal-setting monks were quickly defeated because they did not expect the surprise attack and could not attack their brothers. So they were attacked and almost killed themselves. But not only the possessed cleared the way, demons had also revealed themselves among the monks. Brothers who sat at the same table day after day, doing the same work, turned into gruesome beings with long ears, horns and sharp teeth. They slid their claws into the flesh of their former brothers and tore it apart. A bloody picture played out on the mountain of gods. While the demons from outside broke the weaker and weaker seals, which a
Decus laughed. He liked the spectacle that was going on here. He put his hand on Godric's head, his claws digging into his scalp. The blood slowly seeped into the priest's hair and he groaned again in pain. It felt like he was being dazed with pain. "It won't be long my servants and you will be able to wallow in the darkness! With Lucifer's death our era will arise! I will make everyone suffer! I am Lord Gehenna and a God!""You want to kill me? That I don't laugh!" Lucifer laughed darkly. "Your era is worth nothing more than a pile of dirt!" Decus looked angrily at the gates when Lucifer began his speech. "You will never be able to kill me! I am the lord of the underworld and total darkness! Not you! ... Brother ! "Decus grinned." We'll see, little brother. Back then, thanks to our mother's watchful eyes, I never had the chance. But now I'll get you out of the way. "" As if! "Lucifer looked to the side , where he suspected the father. "Yo Pfaffe! Do you want to die or live?"