Incense for the dead.

[NeverEnding]

So this is a little long but I have a cool idea for a character. This is more like a little sample than something actually relevant to a story. Lets call it a prelude.

This was the song I listened to while I wrote. It sets a spooky mood.

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Lighting raked its jagged claws through the dark sky as the clouds burst open like a broken dam. In secret a member of the clergy fiddled around with a table full of tools used for dark purposes. Silver blades reflected the lightning in the sky as they sat idle. The priest ran a hand through his graying hair and laid his hands down on the desk firmly. His shaking was obvious despite his efforts to appear calm. Fear had buried its way into his heart like one of the tools on his desk as he sat condemned. The room seemed to be growing smaller all around him and with as though a fog was filling the spaces. Fog swirled around his feet and after a few moments he realized it wasn’t only in his head. As the realization set in the door to his office burst open, breaking the locks clean off, and sending the man to his feet in shock. Black gas seemed to snake its way into the room and as the doorway cleared the silhouette of a man in a mask could be seen. Moments later everything went dark. The flashes of lightning illuminated the room with brief glimpses of terror. Gaseous entities wailed pitifully as they clawed at the man’s flesh. “The sick must follow the shepherds cane to be cleansed through death”. One last flash showed two men in the room, one pinned to a window, before they were swallowed once again.

The boom of the thunder muffled the sound of a man crashing through a stained glass window. Lifeless eyes darkened even more so by the black night as his body lay broken on the ground far below. Smoke drifted from the windows in various shades of blacks, greys, and whites. When the room cleared a man could be seen standing on the ledge looking at the body, his face covered in the bird like mask of the doctors during the black plague. He wore a thick trench coat of leather and carried a thin cane in his hand. Without sparing farther words he turned his back to the open window and instead looked into the building where ‘cabinets’ covered each wall from top to bottom. Moving meticulously the man pulled open carefully selected doors; in each a body lay naked and decaying. Silently he pressed his cane gently against the chest of the dead in a curious way and disappeared into the night like a crow flying at night.

The sun had just begun to peer over the horizon and already the crime scene had become a bustling investigation. The scratching of pens on paper and the clicking of expensive shoes against a cobble stone road announced each of them as the Guilds men. The smell of flowers and blood filled their nostrils like a parody of incense. That day there was no conclusive evidence made about the man’s murder but more than sufficient documentation to condemn him for the crime of necromancy. Not a single man that day questioned the small wounds on the chests of the deceased. In broad daylight a message was being passed from carrier to carrier until it finally reached the desk of a mysterious leader confirming that the target had been brought to justice.

As the sun once again sank beneath the horizon a man could be seen flitting from alleyway to alleyway never giving a clear line of sight of his features. The man in the mask had no name, had no feeling, the only thing he did have was the desire to bring justice. He had turned himself into nobody and in that way he was an empty vessel for justice to do as was seen fit. There was no hiding from the law even in the darkest of nights when you are all alone there is nothing that is not seen.

Edited February 27, 2011 by NeverEnding
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[xxXhayzelXxx]

oooh! i love a good horror! more please!

I love the way you have used imagery throughout. And the adjectives are wonderful! Nicely writ.

[NeverEnding]

ah thank youuuu I wrote it really late at night. I love picturing things in my head as I write so I try to convey the images as best I can. More will be up later on

[Absolution Black]

Very atmospheric...best read with the lights on!

Looking forward to more!