You will be spared." Then came his redeeming words and I let out a relieved breath. “But you stay in the tower! Sin shall never again invade the kingdom of heaven! You will linger on the fourth level of the tower. This is your punishment for your sins! ”I looked at him a little shocked, but then nodded humbly. I couldn't do anything else either. If I refused, then God's punishment would hit me as well as the other sinners. That's how I would eke out my existence there. I was brought to the fourth level of the tower by God himself. The fourth level was somewhat hidden and only a small door led into the large rooms. As I walked through the door, I turned to him again and looked deeply hurt in his eyes. But his gaze was steadfast and serious. Before I could say anything, the gate that God sealed before me closed.
My lord ... Kami ... He really had me locked up ...
<As if in slow motion, I sank to the ground, my eyes still on the kite. I only heard the angel child whimper by the way. This then looked at me, because I did not move, just stared at the kite, then slowly turned my head up to the sky. The blood that had dripped into my face pearled down slightly. My robe, too, which was so pure, white and innocent before, was wrapped in blood. My white wings adorned the blood and remains of my victim's skin.The white wings became darker and a feather came off my fine plumage and sailed into the pool of blood. It instantly turned dark red, like the blood. My white feathers ... my precious gift from God was smeared with blood ...did I really do it?Yes ...This was my first time ...I committed a sin ...I killed a living being.I am a sinner!
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 it
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