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 in the archive that week. He wanted to find answers, documents from Amon himself. Of course, he was aware that these would be difficult to find, since the black monk lived 1500 years ago. But Godric didn't give up. He wanted to know what Lucifer and Amon were all about. In the end, could it even be ascribed to Lucifer why his revered ancestor was dubbed a fallen and black monk? Godric himself had always wondered why a man like Amon, whose story was so noble and who even built a monastery for God, should be a sinner. It didn't fit the picture. The Talins have always been a race of righteous and pure people. Godric couldn't believe that the founder of all things, and according to the book, the savior of the world, who saved people from Lucifer and his darkness, was supposed to be a bad person. However, apart from the book, he had found no more writings. Godric had searched for days and nights, but found nothing. There were just too many writings in this archive. But right now, in this unfortunate week, he would have wanted answers.
Many monasteries have been attacked since Lucifer's tomb was opened. Believers were brutally slaughtered. Their heads scattered as decorations. The blood ran down the walls, immersed the street scene in a terrible horror scenario. Some people were also found completely drained, as if vampires had molested them. The world panicked over these deaths. They were referred to on television as 'vampire murders' because most of the victims ran out of blood while the others were slaughtered beyond recognition. Here and there, signs unrecognizable to normal people were smeared on walls with blood. But the believers knew what this meant. The old Latin characters that reported about God and Lucifer. The news of the deaths even reached the distant monastery on the Götterberg. Many sought protection and divine assistance there. The monks and Godric had enough to do to calm the crowds. Godric wondered if it had something to do with the fact that Lucifer had awakened through his fault. He wondered why the murders had continued even though Lucifer had been banished again. Had he made a mistake? Was Lucifer Free? The raids kept moving towards Götterberg. Did Lucifer want revenge? Or was he still downstairs and his followers would want to get him? But why hadn't they fetched him a long time ago? Godric brooded a lot over the past week. He was glad that his monks were not defenseless and that the area here was well protected by them. His brothers, like himself, were battle monks. They exorcised demons, fought against dark beings and protected the light. But they have never been so needed as they are now.
Godric was in his room, had helped distribute the food, since the flood of believers and those seeking protection had not left the monastery since then. It wasn't too bad for the blue-haired man to help out. He liked doing it and at the same time encouraged every single person he gave food to. But Godric wondered what the future would be. In hours like these, when he could relax in his room, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind. If he hadn't broken the seal, none of this would have happened. Great guilt lay on the Father's heart. When his gaze slid to the bowl where the food for Lucifer was, Godric made up his mind. Determined, he went to the closet and opened it. When the cupboard doors revealed a golden staff could be seen. It went up to Godric's shoulder. It was a narrow stick with a circular top. Writings were engraved on the staff itself. They were scriptures, just as this staff was holy. Next to the ring the most sacred thing Godric possessed. One of the most sacred things in this monastery. It was his fighting staff, blessed by the gentleman himself. Or so it was said. This staff has been passed on for generations, so that Godric himself did not know whether it was true. But he knew one thing: this staff was powerful. With this staff he could take on the dark beings and use his spiritual energy. Godric's hands went to the staff. His fingertips brushed the smooth surface in awe. "I have to do it. I am the holy father. It is my duty! ”With these words Godric resolutely took the staff, but also the bowl with the food. He didn't know if he ate such food at all, but he didn't care. He wanted to go to the basement. To Lucifer ...
In the meantime he had woken up. He had felt the auras of his being. They were close. He was lying in the coffin with his eyes open. The gaze was directed to the ceiling. “Amon ... I will bring the darkness back to Assiah. Are you going to stop me again? ”He lowered his eyelids slightly, not knowing how much time had passed during his exile. But the memory of Amon was omnipresent. "It will be soon ..." he whispered, then looked to the side. He had heard the priest who was standing in front of the gate with the food. Godric's breath penetrated his hearing and the rush of his blood could not be ignored. Lucifer gave a short laugh. “Someone took their time! Well ~ time isn't really something to complain about. Still, it's not right to keep me waiting! ”Godric's grip on his staff tightened. He wondered how Lucifer knew he was standing in front of the gate. It was locked and the young priest hadn't even taken a fire with him. The torches were still burning down here. So this was not necessary. Godric didn't want to attract any attention, but at least now he knew that Lucifer was still here and had noticed him ...
~ Silence. ~
Lucifer closed his eyes and turned his head away, but then Godric raised his voice. "Are you really Lucifer?" His question penetrated through the thick gates. The named grinned. “Apparently my reputation precedes me. But what does this knowledge bring you, unknown father who is so similar to Amon? Would you like to know the name of the one who will kill you? ”Lucifer replied in a cold voice. Godric didn't let that put him off. He knew that talking to Lucifer wouldn't be a coffee wreath. After all, it was sin in person, but he continued. “So it's you. Then the Lord is ... ”“ In heaven! ”Interrupted Lucifer and sat up. Godric's mind popped up with a thousand questions immediately after that answer. God really existed! Of course the priest believed in God, but no one had heard it as clearly as Lucifer had confirmed. Should he ask Lucifer more questions? More about god? The meaning of life? Or something else? With Lucifer locked up, the abbot felt safe.
No ... he couldn't do that. Godric held back, even if it was difficult for him. He was also plagued by existential questions and now someone was here who could give an answer. Lucifer, on the other hand, seemed calm. Leisurely he moved his fingers towards the inside of his hand, looked at his pointed fingernails as if none of this was any of his business. Godric bit his lower lip briefly, struggling with himself and his thirst for knowledge. But he was able to dissuade himself and ask the questions that seemed more important to him at the moment. However, it was not easy to have a conversation with Lucifer ...
"How do you know Amon?"
"What is your name?"
"Why are you here?"
"Where is Amon?"
Godric's grip on his staff tightened. No matter what he asked, Lucifer replied with another question. "I ..-" But he got no further. A deafening cry of pain interrupted him. Lucifer jumped out of his coffin and ran for the gate while Godric turned. Three monk corpses were thrown into the wide space. Godric could see immediately that there was nothing to help them. Blood oozed from her eye sockets, her clothes were torn, and one of her chest was ripped open. Startled at what the priest was seeing, he pushed himself against the gate behind him. The staff firmly in the hands, waiting for what may come.
~ "The time has come ~", were Lucifer's quiet words, which seemed to echo in the darkness. ~
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?"
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