• Prologue

    The church was dark, the lingering sent of spices, and sweat, and... Blood, caused the lone boy's nose to tickle and his eyes to sting. "Dear lord..." The child was knelt before a cross that towered like a god it's self, there was no Jesus crucified on this cross however, it was the boys mother, blood making beautiful designs on the Gothic style cross, like graceful painting of passionate life. "Please hear my plea..." the churches pillars were freshly painted crimson as well, the floor now tiled red, the pews were now a corpses occupied bed, and the walls were decorated by children's gory finger-paints.
    "Please bring back to me my mama..." The little one's voice reverberated off the walls and tainted the holy, and sacred death-silence with it's sorrowed tones. "And my papa..." The candles were all out, and the alter stood grotesque, 'papa' laid there, murdered there, slaughtered there. "If you can not my lord..." Chanting beckoned to the only life left in the halls, from the closed door to death.
    "They shall kill me
    Amend..."
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    Chapter 1
    One week earlier
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    "Mama, do we have to go to church today, I'm sleepy." It was early in the morning, around 6 A.M., a mother tugged a dress shirt over her beloved son's head. "I wanna go back to sleep mama." the voice was tantalizingly sweet, like a little melody on the tongue of a siren*.
    "No my child, we must go, it is a sin to skip church, the lord would frown apon it." The mothers voice danced notes just as delectable as her sons, or perhaps a little less so.
    "But I do not want to see the evil extinguished to day mother, it frightens me." the tone was hushed, frightened and hidden.
    "You should enjoy such things, my son, it is a beautiful thing." a beautiful thing was never so hideous.
    "But they are children mother." The boy was dressed now, all clean and wonderful.

    To be continued.