The Preacher turned his pale eyes out to the crowd before him, then to his faithful wife standing beside him. Annabelle his beauty, while so quiet, spoke louder than everyone else at the meeting tonight.
“It is time.” She said in her meek voice. “While this judgement is upon us, it is time to purge the world of all those who spread wickedness and discord.” She smiled serenely at the preacher.
This caused many amongst the crowd to break out in shouts of disbelief. While the People of the Revelation had always been one for seeking out Heretics, men of science, and doctors, they had never been told to seek out others who had seemingly don’t nothing wrong. If that was the case how would the Preacher decide who would be spared from Annabelle’s touch?
Would the congregation be safe? Surely, the Preacher would spare the converts? No, he wouldn’t harm them. He wanted people to follow him. After all he had done to gain power; he would not allow harm to come to those whom he wanted following him. He had, after all, led a clear path to God for all of The People.
Mathias, the senior elder, was not a blind man and watched Annabelle the whole time. Something was not right about her. While the entirety of the congregation was in an uproar about her comment, he watched her eyes, her lightless eyes, which held no glimmer of remorse. There was something definitely not right about the Preachers wife.
When she turned her head to meet his eyes, he felt his soul go warm. It was so unexpected that every dismal feeling Mathias had ever felt dissipated instantly. How could someone with no remorse, someone so cold and calculated, warm another person’s soul in such a way?
Suddenly there was a cough from behind him. And everyone went stock still.
“We have a sinner amongst us!” The Preacher exclaimed in fury. “Who dares to bring such filth into the house of god?”
His anger boomed throughout the room. The cough came again loud and wet, contaminating the air with the acrid smell of iron and blood. Whoever had brought in the contagion in was far advanced and was not trying to hide the disease, but trying to sneak it into the congregation.
As people scattered in all directions, a small woman took a run directly at Annabelle, who stood there with open arms. Her smile was still as serene as always. The sick woman embraced her attempting to pass on the contagion, and upon realizing her failure tried to break free of Annabelle’s grasp.
Annabelle looked to her husband, who nodded his head, at which time she kissed the woman gently on the forehead and whispered something in her ear, before efficiently snapping her neck. The woman fell to the floor in a pile of worn out rags and blackened flesh.
She met Mathias’s eyes and mouthed the words that she just whispered to the woman before she broke her neck.
“I have met God, he has abandoned us.”
“It is time.” She said in her meek voice. “While this judgement is upon us, it is time to purge the world of all those who spread wickedness and discord.” She smiled serenely at the preacher.
This caused many amongst the crowd to break out in shouts of disbelief. While the People of the Revelation had always been one for seeking out Heretics, men of science, and doctors, they had never been told to seek out others who had seemingly don’t nothing wrong. If that was the case how would the Preacher decide who would be spared from Annabelle’s touch?
Would the congregation be safe? Surely, the Preacher would spare the converts? No, he wouldn’t harm them. He wanted people to follow him. After all he had done to gain power; he would not allow harm to come to those whom he wanted following him. He had, after all, led a clear path to God for all of The People.
Mathias, the senior elder, was not a blind man and watched Annabelle the whole time. Something was not right about her. While the entirety of the congregation was in an uproar about her comment, he watched her eyes, her lightless eyes, which held no glimmer of remorse. There was something definitely not right about the Preachers wife.
When she turned her head to meet his eyes, he felt his soul go warm. It was so unexpected that every dismal feeling Mathias had ever felt dissipated instantly. How could someone with no remorse, someone so cold and calculated, warm another person’s soul in such a way?
Suddenly there was a cough from behind him. And everyone went stock still.
“We have a sinner amongst us!” The Preacher exclaimed in fury. “Who dares to bring such filth into the house of god?”
His anger boomed throughout the room. The cough came again loud and wet, contaminating the air with the acrid smell of iron and blood. Whoever had brought in the contagion in was far advanced and was not trying to hide the disease, but trying to sneak it into the congregation.
As people scattered in all directions, a small woman took a run directly at Annabelle, who stood there with open arms. Her smile was still as serene as always. The sick woman embraced her attempting to pass on the contagion, and upon realizing her failure tried to break free of Annabelle’s grasp.
Annabelle looked to her husband, who nodded his head, at which time she kissed the woman gently on the forehead and whispered something in her ear, before efficiently snapping her neck. The woman fell to the floor in a pile of worn out rags and blackened flesh.
She met Mathias’s eyes and mouthed the words that she just whispered to the woman before she broke her neck.
“I have met God, he has abandoned us.”
