When Lucifer stood in the corridor, the lower demons also felt the aura of their former master. They had paused briefly with their attacks. The surviving monks were confused, some were saved by this brief confusion, as only a few seconds later the claws of the dark creatures would have bored into them. Godric ran through the corridors and wanted to go to the large square at the entrance to the monastery. There the monks tried in vain to prevent the demons from entering the monastery. But before Godric got there, Lucifer stopped him. He had teleported behind the blue priest and pulled his wrist towards him. "Hey! Wa- “, but Godric got no further. Lucifer held the grip despite Godric's best efforts to break free. He was amazed at the strength of the thin and shorter man behind him. Lucifer was a good head shorter than the father. He had wondered about the appearance of the alleged antichrist. After all, Lucifer had neither horns nor a demon tail or anything else that people imag
The flames had eaten all the bodies and were getting smaller. They disappeared, something that raised many questions from the monks. But when they saw Lucifer, he seemed to get their attention. While Godric had stopped and looked Lucifer straight in the eye, Lucifer looked back in amusement. "Are you okay?" Asked a monk and had arrived before Lucifer. Three other monks followed this. Godric would have loved to drag them away from him, even call them to disappear. But Godric kept these screams to himself, seemed to scream inside. However, Lucifer did not seem to harm the monks. He didn't raise his hand, but he was still at a distance. He gave Godric a mocking look, which made Godric awake from his worry. "This ..." But Godric couldn't say anything. Lucifer turned to the monks. "Yes. I'm fine. What a bad time to come home. ", Lucifer spoke in a shocked tone as if he had been a bystander. "Oh! That's why we don't know you. But you live here Then you must have been away for a long time.
The injured abbot rose, groaning as his wounds ached. He wondered what that meant. Was that another strange spell from the demon? Louis sat up and looked at his ring. He knew the answer. It was the oath. Freedom versus integrity. "Shit ...", Louis mumbled and got up because he didn't want to sit on the father's bed forever. He brushed back a few strands of hair that had stolen from the involuntary flight forward. Meanwhile he tried to locate Amon's aura, but in vain. Louis didn't find her. It was just Godric's aura that was very much like Amon. Louis had to admit that he didn't know what was going on. So he looked at the priest. "Who are you? What century are we writing? ”Asked the ignorant demon. After Godric rose and straightened his habit, he looked at Louis. When he heard his questions, he wanted to answer that he should read more newspapers, but that was nonsense. After all, Louis was in the room forever. No newspaper delivery man would come there. He omitted the sloppy a
Louis raised his gaze when he sensed another presence in this mausoleum. It wasn't long before Godric came into the tomb. He murmured a prayer for a moment, then looked at the figure in the oversized robe. She was at least 3 sizes too tall for Louis. "A little tasteless to dress up as a monk and come here.", Godric spoke calmly and stopped at the entrance. He saw a book in the corner. Had they raged here? He would not allow anyone to desecrate anything in his family's crypt. But wasn't it already a desecration if Lucifer was here in person? Godric didn't know. He had never believed that such a thing was even possible. But now he was standing here at the entrance and the dark gentleman was sitting in front of the grave of his oldest relative. "Tasteless? Return priest at your own door. The only thing that is tasteless is your clothes. It offends my eyes. ”Louis countered and stood up. He would never kneel before a father. He would never voluntarily bow his head in front of any.
Godric was busy packing all the things he needed. He didn't notice anyone was watching him. He was too absorbed in what he was doing. Only when a voice rang out he was startled. First he looked around. His door was closed and nobody was standing behind him either. Where did this familiar voice come from? You played a prank on him. When the voice started to laugh, Godric slowly let his gaze slide towards the wall. There was a large mirror there. Godric was startled. Usually this old mirror showed your own reflection as it should be. But now the mirror had probably stopped working. When Godric looked at the mirror, he did not see his own reflection, but that of Louis. The astonished Father took a step back, his prayer beads firmly in hand. Louis laughed and put his hands on the edge of the mirror. Godric wanted to come closer and examine the phenomenon, but when the surface started to ripple again, he stayed where he was. Louis reached out a hand and seemed to put it on the surface. T
Godric stroked his hair. So much information at once. But that didn't make anything better. Brother Leon was in the sickroom because of this demon! “Father! There you are! We are all waiting impatiently for you! ", A voice pulled him out of the dark thoughts. Godric looked up to three monks. They had wondered where Godric was. They wanted to see him off, but he wasn't even there. So they started looking for the Father. When the monks saw their friar they were frightened. “What happened here, Father?” They immediately rushed to help and two monks lifted the unconscious man upstairs. "Oh, um ..." Godric didn't know how to explain that. "Lucifer sent our brother to the mat?" Godric inwardly shook his head at the thought. He couldn't say that to his brothers. But it was the truth. Godric had vowed never to lie again. When Godric wanted to answer, however, Louis intervened. “Brother Maik slipped and stupidly hit his head. He wanted to give us these tickets so that
The taxi stopped right next to the blue-haired man. Godric looked satisfied at the driver who had got out. "You had ordered a taxi?" Came the sober of the taxi driver as usual. Godric nodded. "Exactly. We want to go to the train station. ”When the suitcase was stowed away and Godric was about to get in, he looked at Louis. The latter stood a little to one side and examined the taxi. “It's a taxi. A car I told you about. Now come. Otherwise we won't arrive on time. “, Were Godric's explanatory words. Louis, however, raised an eyebrow briefly, leaned forward to take a closer look at the taxi. “Hmm ... a car, then. A vehicle or a horse. ”He muttered. But when Godric wanted to get in, there was a loud rumble. Godric managed to get to safety just in time while the taxi skidded a few inches across the street. The taxi driver gave a startled cry, wondering why his car was going on its own. However, when he looked in Louis' direction like Godric, he understood
When Louis sat down, he tapped the window briefly with his index finger. He was amazed at the harshness. Was this some kind of prison? The father did tell something about traveling. But he quickly realized that it wasn't what it seemed. Some people passed their compartment. That was how Louis understood that this wasn't a prison and that everyone could move around freely. Godric had meanwhile got the envelope containing the tickets from under his robe. He opened the white envelope with his name on it. In addition to three tickets, there was also a letter there. The Vatican had paid for the Father's trip itself and had enclosed a letter. Godric didn't get to read it yet, he wanted to do it now. As he scanned the first few lines, he raised an eyebrow. “Student priest? I don't have a student priest. ”Godric was puzzled by the letter that said he and a student should have a safe trip. Louis laughed. “They think I'm your student already. How stupid can you humans be? &r
He didn't really know what to say. The thought of offering himself as live food to a demon was just as disgusting as it was for Louis to kill the innocent. Godric didn't know how to decide. "I ... I won't let you dirty me!" Said Godric, albeit with a slight uncertainty in his voice. Otherwise he always had a way out, a saying, even a biblical quote. But now everything was blown away. Now he was sitting in front of Lucifer, should be his blood sacrifice and in return received the word of the devil. Was this even worth anything? Did the demon keep his deal? Question after question hammered into the priest's head. So far the demon had kept his word, even if it took some getting used to. He hadn't killed his brothers, but he had played along badly. “So you don't care about people? Well also good. Then I'll kill her. One after the other. I'll taste the blood, starting with the kids. I will end with the death of the Pope. The holy man for you. A fact that I don't understand, however