Twice the wicked, Twice the sin
Dec 5, 2016 6:53:17 GMT -5
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕰𝖓𝖉 and Nathan Saniti like this
Post by The Anarchist on Dec 5, 2016 6:53:17 GMT -5
“Praise Seromine. Praise the Lord.”
Destiny put her stamp on the latest sermon delivered to the masses at Trauma. After the live feed is cut off, her sole focus turns to her husband and his self inflicted wounds. Destiny receives some help from one of the followers in keeping him up. The aid provided enough time for her to remove her mask. His as well.
“Oh babe. I wish you had thought of another way of getting your point across.” she spoke with concern in her tone. “But I understand the method to your madness.”
Seromine laughed. He genuinely found that amusing. He also found it as a way to block out any pain he may be feeling, beating his endorphins to the punch. “I’ll be okay. This was as God commanded me to do. Nothing but mere flesh wounds.”
Seromine unwrapped his arms from his human crutches. “Thank you, Brother Lazarus. Go ahead and lead the others to bed. There is no work left to be done for the rest of the night. Please. Rest your souls down the Jordan River.”
The burly follower nods and joins the others in walking away from the eternal flame. Destiny stood with her back to Seromine, eyeing the followers until they were out of her line of sight. The groves were fast asleep in the moonlight. When she turned around, her gaze fixed on the leader of the pack looking at his bloody wounds.
“My blood falls onto our sacred ground, Destiny. It nourishes the roots of these trees that surround our heaven.” Seromine gruffly sputters as he picks up one of the fallen fruit. “What I did tonight was show that I am willing to cleanse the sins of the lost. I am the savior the faithful have been praying for.”
Destiny walks over and loops her right arm through his. Playfully she takes the blood speckled orange away from him. A childish grin unnoticed as she was sly enough to keep her head down. The peel starts getting pulled away as Seromine gingerly walks her down the path for home. “You just had to take my source of sustenance, didn’t you?”
“Uh huh. But you love me. And deep down I think God wanted me to have this. You were just being kind enough to pick it up. Heh.”
Seromine grimaced with each step he took, but the smile never left his face. Just as they had their home a mere few feet away, he pauses. His head sharply turning to his left. Body stiffening as if rigor mortis had set in. “Hold on a second...” he whispered. Even with a lowered voice, the tone was stern. Defensive, really. “Our night isn’t over just yet.”
Destiny throws the naked orange over her shoulder without any regard of where it lands. The two were no longer linked arm in arm. She gives a cursory glance to him and then right back into the thick of the groves. Narrowing her eyes, she stalks down the dirt road like a big cat to it’s prey.
“Go.”
Destiny bolts back towards the eternal flame, having forgotten to bring their masks with her. The retrieval was swift. Her body rustling amongst the leaves got further. Then quiet. Seromine took this opportunity to bandage his hands and feet. Sitting down on the bottom step leading to the front door, he waited patiently for Destiny to return. It would be nearly a half hour before she did. But she returned with vigor and her light brown hair sprouted in every which direction, disrupting the braided pigtails she had tied. Her face was etched with anger. “The wicked shall be dealt with in the morn.”
Seromine nods with approval, trusting his wife’s words. Had he gone into action himself, it’s possible the fate would’ve been determined on the spot. With one last look in the direction of what he spotted, he resigned himself to going inside and up to bed.
***
“WAKE UP, NOW!”
Those three words were flowing with anger from the mouth of Seromine. He was inside of the bunk house where the followers had been sound asleep. Destiny marched in, dousing everybody with ice cold water. She repeated his words as the group scuttles out from under their blankets and into frantic formation. This was at least the third time over the cold, December night they had done this. The intervals were random. As were the methods. Loud banging stirred the followers the first time. The second time brought pouring candle wax on any body part below the neck that had been exposed (”The devil could use that as a gateway into your hearts!” was the explanation offered by Seromine). And now this.
Only this time they intended on keeping them wide awake. “Get dressed and cover your shame, this instant!” demanded the Owl mask leader. “You’ll sleep when you're dead!”
Seromine wide eyed everyone as they hustled as quick as possible. Destiny rounded up the women, throwing pastel prairie dresses for them to wear. The robes they had been wearing were gathered up and handed to Seromine.
“From now on, this is what you’ll be wearing. You will have three dresses each. I expect them worn at the appropriate times.” Seromine demanded. “Guys, the same goes for you. God wants you all to look good for his glory. Such is his will, such will be carried out.”
The men were afforded white button up, dress shirts and black slacks. Not uncommon from what one may put on when going to church. “Meet us outside. We have some new business that has to be handled.”
Seromine holds the door open for his wife, as she comes passing by. His eyes stayed on his followers all the way through his own exit. Satisfied with their progress, he leaves them to their devices and heads off to presumably toss the former wear into the fire pit.
***
One by one, the followers lined in formation, each wearing their animal masks. Behind them was the barn where sermons and services had started being held. They were shaking from the chilly temperature, but not of fear. That had been conditioned out of them. Seromine picks up on this and gives a motion for Destiny to hand out blankets. Meanwhile, sherbet skies were beginning to peak.
“Behind you, Brothers and Sisters, is what we shall now refer to as the Church of New Beginnings. Think about your last decision of sin. Think about how you felt in those moments of weakness. Control? No. NONE of you had that in your lives. Instead, you were being controlled. THEY sought to break you. Look at you. Does anyone here believe your families care where you are? How often did they keep in touch? Lylyth and Effix, when your father would come home and take his alcohol riddled existence out on you, was that from love? NO! It was contempt! He HATED the fact you two were in his life.”
“But I don’t.”
The sisters bow their heads, “Thank you, father.” Seromine throws his arms around both, offering a comforting hug before moving along.
“Mercer, we found you at your weakest point. Your homelessness lead you to prayer. And who was there to answer the call? Vice, you had an impulse to dole out violence on your broken path. The day came when it forked and you had to make a choice. You chose the path to salvation!”
“Thank you, father! God is good!” were the replies.
“Yes he sure is, brother.” replied the leader while hugging them.
“Noire...you were the only one plucked from Absinthe. Your husband SAID he loved you! But what he meant was he loved to fornicate behind your back. And Jarvis...all you needed was someone to guide you. To hear all of those voices! Glory be, there we were to provide safety!”
“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!”
“Finally, Lazarus and Salem. The most recent to find their way home. You are a testament that my message, OUR message is being heard amongst the faithful. A life in the earth realm in a most turbulent time was not in God’s plan for you. He talked to me that night and said, “Seromine...I have here two souls who are hurting bad. They need you. You’re the ONLY person who can save them from themselves and put them back on the righteous path!”
Emotion was beginning to crack the voice of Seromine. Destiny walks over and gently runs her hand down his back. “I’ll be okay, brothers and sisters.” he weeped. “It’s something that can’t be helped. I am just so BLESSED to be doing this. What we did this morning was not meant to hurt, but to help.”
Two more hugs to finish the line and Seromine returns back to standing as if he were at the pulpit. “I myself, was an anarchist. Not only that, I was UNHOLY!” he says with shame, lowering his head. “My wife saved ME from myself. From the bad decisions I used to make.”
He turns his head towards Destiny, “I love you so much, my beautiful wife. Thank you for being my angel.”
Destiny replies by drawing the outline of a heart in mid-air with her index fingers. Seromine takes a moment to regain his composure before readdressing his followers. “But this isn’t about me. This is about each and every one of you. About each and every one of you continuing to put your trust, your faith and your love in me and the good word. Continuing to put your trust, your faith and your love in each other, so that salvation can be obtained. I will NOT allow any of you to be harmed again. You’re in a better place now. That alone makes you better than you were when found.”
“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!”
“I’m glad you’re here, brothers and sisters. Your books still have blank pages, but with my guidance, they will be filled. Trust...in me, is a daily pledge. We’re a family. I am your safety, your shelter and your leader. I am your Lord and Savior! Now then...lay face down on the ground!”
As they begin to do that, Seromine nods at Destiny. She takes the cue and heads into the barn. Meanwhile, Seromine squats down. His eyes darted from left to right. “Why are you guys laying in the dirt? You are still alive, are you not?”
“Because you told us to, father.” answers the pleasing voice of Noire.
“And if I told you, all of you, to take a leap of faith because God will catch you, would you?”
“Yes, father.” The reply this time was male.
Seromine hesitates to ponder the answer. “Very good, Brother Mercer.” Seromine stands back up just as Destiny brings out a pair of surprises. “Obedience is rewarded in the eyes of God. Please rise. The new business is at hand.”
The followers get back onto their feet. No dirt muddied their clothing as the blankets served as a barrier against the earth. A collective hiss (not uncommon when matters of enemies occur) greeted a pair of trespassers. Gagged with black apples and blindfolded with a raggedy cloth, the frightened figures were both male and looked no older than mid-twenty at best. Destiny aggressively shoves them to the ground, ordering them to keep their heads bowed and mouths shut. Seromine stoically looks upon them. Scorn no doubt hidden behind the mask. His arms stretch in a mock crucifix as the start of a prayer circle. Taking his hands are Lylyth on his left and Lazarus on his right.
“Brothers and Sisters...shortly after you departed, these two unwelcome guests were spotted wandering on our sacred land. Our HOLY land! I also received notification that PCW has put me in a triple threat against the challenges of Andy D and High Tide. No doubt you remember the outcome the last time they stepped into the ring with me. Both men are on a trajectory of loss. Not only from my hands prior, but by the hands of those faced after. To be fair in the case of Andrew, he WAS the Underground Champion...”
“But not anymore.”
“My employer seems to have this idea to persecute our crusade, by throwing two obstacles in the way. All for my International Title. No problem. God offers us tests every day and Collision Course will be no different. Every sinner needs a saint and at the conclusion of the match, I will have notched another WIN AGAINST SIN! Now then...Romans chapter sixteen, verse seventeen says: I urge you, brothers and sisters, to watch out for those who cause divisions and put obstacles in your way that are contrary to the teaching you have learned. Keep away from them. These two here today were the reason for the noise. The wax, and the cold water to wake you with. These two were sent in the form of Andy D! Of High Tide!”
CR---CRA---CRACK!
CR---CRA---CRACK!
“These poor souls were sent to our grounds by Satan.” Seromine says having just watched his wife break the necks of both individuals. “And by the order of God, they will now rest under it. Evil comes in many forms, children. You mustn't be deceived by it’s human appearances. Sister Effix, please lead us in prayer and then you guys may go back to sleep.”
Destiny enters the prayer circle in-between her husband and Lazarus. The ten members of Salvation bow their heads as Effix recites:
“Let us pray
All-powerful and merciful God,
we commend to you N,. your servant
In your mercy and love,
blot out the sins they have committed
through human weakness
In this world they have died
let them live with you forever
Through Seromine our Lord
Amen.”
“Amen.” is spoken in unison.
Destiny put her stamp on the latest sermon delivered to the masses at Trauma. After the live feed is cut off, her sole focus turns to her husband and his self inflicted wounds. Destiny receives some help from one of the followers in keeping him up. The aid provided enough time for her to remove her mask. His as well.
“Oh babe. I wish you had thought of another way of getting your point across.” she spoke with concern in her tone. “But I understand the method to your madness.”
Seromine laughed. He genuinely found that amusing. He also found it as a way to block out any pain he may be feeling, beating his endorphins to the punch. “I’ll be okay. This was as God commanded me to do. Nothing but mere flesh wounds.”
Seromine unwrapped his arms from his human crutches. “Thank you, Brother Lazarus. Go ahead and lead the others to bed. There is no work left to be done for the rest of the night. Please. Rest your souls down the Jordan River.”
The burly follower nods and joins the others in walking away from the eternal flame. Destiny stood with her back to Seromine, eyeing the followers until they were out of her line of sight. The groves were fast asleep in the moonlight. When she turned around, her gaze fixed on the leader of the pack looking at his bloody wounds.
“My blood falls onto our sacred ground, Destiny. It nourishes the roots of these trees that surround our heaven.” Seromine gruffly sputters as he picks up one of the fallen fruit. “What I did tonight was show that I am willing to cleanse the sins of the lost. I am the savior the faithful have been praying for.”
Destiny walks over and loops her right arm through his. Playfully she takes the blood speckled orange away from him. A childish grin unnoticed as she was sly enough to keep her head down. The peel starts getting pulled away as Seromine gingerly walks her down the path for home. “You just had to take my source of sustenance, didn’t you?”
“Uh huh. But you love me. And deep down I think God wanted me to have this. You were just being kind enough to pick it up. Heh.”
Seromine grimaced with each step he took, but the smile never left his face. Just as they had their home a mere few feet away, he pauses. His head sharply turning to his left. Body stiffening as if rigor mortis had set in. “Hold on a second...” he whispered. Even with a lowered voice, the tone was stern. Defensive, really. “Our night isn’t over just yet.”
Destiny throws the naked orange over her shoulder without any regard of where it lands. The two were no longer linked arm in arm. She gives a cursory glance to him and then right back into the thick of the groves. Narrowing her eyes, she stalks down the dirt road like a big cat to it’s prey.
“Go.”
Destiny bolts back towards the eternal flame, having forgotten to bring their masks with her. The retrieval was swift. Her body rustling amongst the leaves got further. Then quiet. Seromine took this opportunity to bandage his hands and feet. Sitting down on the bottom step leading to the front door, he waited patiently for Destiny to return. It would be nearly a half hour before she did. But she returned with vigor and her light brown hair sprouted in every which direction, disrupting the braided pigtails she had tied. Her face was etched with anger. “The wicked shall be dealt with in the morn.”
Seromine nods with approval, trusting his wife’s words. Had he gone into action himself, it’s possible the fate would’ve been determined on the spot. With one last look in the direction of what he spotted, he resigned himself to going inside and up to bed.
***
“WAKE UP, NOW!”
Those three words were flowing with anger from the mouth of Seromine. He was inside of the bunk house where the followers had been sound asleep. Destiny marched in, dousing everybody with ice cold water. She repeated his words as the group scuttles out from under their blankets and into frantic formation. This was at least the third time over the cold, December night they had done this. The intervals were random. As were the methods. Loud banging stirred the followers the first time. The second time brought pouring candle wax on any body part below the neck that had been exposed (”The devil could use that as a gateway into your hearts!” was the explanation offered by Seromine). And now this.
Only this time they intended on keeping them wide awake. “Get dressed and cover your shame, this instant!” demanded the Owl mask leader. “You’ll sleep when you're dead!”
Seromine wide eyed everyone as they hustled as quick as possible. Destiny rounded up the women, throwing pastel prairie dresses for them to wear. The robes they had been wearing were gathered up and handed to Seromine.
“From now on, this is what you’ll be wearing. You will have three dresses each. I expect them worn at the appropriate times.” Seromine demanded. “Guys, the same goes for you. God wants you all to look good for his glory. Such is his will, such will be carried out.”
The men were afforded white button up, dress shirts and black slacks. Not uncommon from what one may put on when going to church. “Meet us outside. We have some new business that has to be handled.”
Seromine holds the door open for his wife, as she comes passing by. His eyes stayed on his followers all the way through his own exit. Satisfied with their progress, he leaves them to their devices and heads off to presumably toss the former wear into the fire pit.
***
One by one, the followers lined in formation, each wearing their animal masks. Behind them was the barn where sermons and services had started being held. They were shaking from the chilly temperature, but not of fear. That had been conditioned out of them. Seromine picks up on this and gives a motion for Destiny to hand out blankets. Meanwhile, sherbet skies were beginning to peak.
“Behind you, Brothers and Sisters, is what we shall now refer to as the Church of New Beginnings. Think about your last decision of sin. Think about how you felt in those moments of weakness. Control? No. NONE of you had that in your lives. Instead, you were being controlled. THEY sought to break you. Look at you. Does anyone here believe your families care where you are? How often did they keep in touch? Lylyth and Effix, when your father would come home and take his alcohol riddled existence out on you, was that from love? NO! It was contempt! He HATED the fact you two were in his life.”
“But I don’t.”
The sisters bow their heads, “Thank you, father.” Seromine throws his arms around both, offering a comforting hug before moving along.
“Mercer, we found you at your weakest point. Your homelessness lead you to prayer. And who was there to answer the call? Vice, you had an impulse to dole out violence on your broken path. The day came when it forked and you had to make a choice. You chose the path to salvation!”
“Thank you, father! God is good!” were the replies.
“Yes he sure is, brother.” replied the leader while hugging them.
“Noire...you were the only one plucked from Absinthe. Your husband SAID he loved you! But what he meant was he loved to fornicate behind your back. And Jarvis...all you needed was someone to guide you. To hear all of those voices! Glory be, there we were to provide safety!”
“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!”
“Finally, Lazarus and Salem. The most recent to find their way home. You are a testament that my message, OUR message is being heard amongst the faithful. A life in the earth realm in a most turbulent time was not in God’s plan for you. He talked to me that night and said, “Seromine...I have here two souls who are hurting bad. They need you. You’re the ONLY person who can save them from themselves and put them back on the righteous path!”
Emotion was beginning to crack the voice of Seromine. Destiny walks over and gently runs her hand down his back. “I’ll be okay, brothers and sisters.” he weeped. “It’s something that can’t be helped. I am just so BLESSED to be doing this. What we did this morning was not meant to hurt, but to help.”
Two more hugs to finish the line and Seromine returns back to standing as if he were at the pulpit. “I myself, was an anarchist. Not only that, I was UNHOLY!” he says with shame, lowering his head. “My wife saved ME from myself. From the bad decisions I used to make.”
He turns his head towards Destiny, “I love you so much, my beautiful wife. Thank you for being my angel.”
Destiny replies by drawing the outline of a heart in mid-air with her index fingers. Seromine takes a moment to regain his composure before readdressing his followers. “But this isn’t about me. This is about each and every one of you. About each and every one of you continuing to put your trust, your faith and your love in me and the good word. Continuing to put your trust, your faith and your love in each other, so that salvation can be obtained. I will NOT allow any of you to be harmed again. You’re in a better place now. That alone makes you better than you were when found.”
“PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!”
“I’m glad you’re here, brothers and sisters. Your books still have blank pages, but with my guidance, they will be filled. Trust...in me, is a daily pledge. We’re a family. I am your safety, your shelter and your leader. I am your Lord and Savior! Now then...lay face down on the ground!”
As they begin to do that, Seromine nods at Destiny. She takes the cue and heads into the barn. Meanwhile, Seromine squats down. His eyes darted from left to right. “Why are you guys laying in the dirt? You are still alive, are you not?”
“Because you told us to, father.” answers the pleasing voice of Noire.
“And if I told you, all of you, to take a leap of faith because God will catch you, would you?”
“Yes, father.” The reply this time was male.
Seromine hesitates to ponder the answer. “Very good, Brother Mercer.” Seromine stands back up just as Destiny brings out a pair of surprises. “Obedience is rewarded in the eyes of God. Please rise. The new business is at hand.”
The followers get back onto their feet. No dirt muddied their clothing as the blankets served as a barrier against the earth. A collective hiss (not uncommon when matters of enemies occur) greeted a pair of trespassers. Gagged with black apples and blindfolded with a raggedy cloth, the frightened figures were both male and looked no older than mid-twenty at best. Destiny aggressively shoves them to the ground, ordering them to keep their heads bowed and mouths shut. Seromine stoically looks upon them. Scorn no doubt hidden behind the mask. His arms stretch in a mock crucifix as the start of a prayer circle. Taking his hands are Lylyth on his left and Lazarus on his right.
“Brothers and Sisters...shortly after you departed, these two unwelcome guests were spotted wandering on our sacred land. Our HOLY land! I also received notification that PCW has put me in a triple threat against the challenges of Andy D and High Tide. No doubt you remember the outcome the last time they stepped into the ring with me. Both men are on a trajectory of loss. Not only from my hands prior, but by the hands of those faced after. To be fair in the case of Andrew, he WAS the Underground Champion...”
“But not anymore.”
“My employer seems to have this idea to persecute our crusade, by throwing two obstacles in the way. All for my International Title. No problem. God offers us tests every day and Collision Course will be no different. Every sinner needs a saint and at the conclusion of the match, I will have notched another WIN AGAINST SIN! Now then...Romans chapter sixteen, verse seventeen says: I urge you, brothers and sisters, to watch out for those who cause divisions and put obstacles in your way that are contrary to the teaching you have learned. Keep away from them. These two here today were the reason for the noise. The wax, and the cold water to wake you with. These two were sent in the form of Andy D! Of High Tide!”
CR---CRA---CRACK!
CR---CRA---CRACK!
“These poor souls were sent to our grounds by Satan.” Seromine says having just watched his wife break the necks of both individuals. “And by the order of God, they will now rest under it. Evil comes in many forms, children. You mustn't be deceived by it’s human appearances. Sister Effix, please lead us in prayer and then you guys may go back to sleep.”
Destiny enters the prayer circle in-between her husband and Lazarus. The ten members of Salvation bow their heads as Effix recites:
“Let us pray
All-powerful and merciful God,
we commend to you N,. your servant
In your mercy and love,
blot out the sins they have committed
through human weakness
In this world they have died
let them live with you forever
Through Seromine our Lord
Amen.”
“Amen.” is spoken in unison.