His holy words, not. Chapter 3 (final): Collusion

 

****Chapter 3: Collusion****

Whiff the candle they lit, this shall douse the fires in your heart,

eating your greens and dissolving your skin…

And empty the buckets they filled for you, you will live longer…

Elude their illusions, elude their chains, and always, trust your guts.

Pamela sneaked into Humbert’s dungeon to free him and run away, disguised as a nun… but as soon as he was freed, holding the laptop she gave him tightly in his arms, the guards recognized Pamela’s face, and headed to her room to confirm… it was locked, which is unusual especially in the absence of Mikal, who also ordered the guards to frequently check on her, they broke into the room and found the two guards soaked in blood. Everyone started panicking and a loop of warning from supervisors to butlers, they searched every corner and inch of the monastery, coincidentally finding that Humbert’s dungeon is also open and he is not there, they tried to call Mikal but he wasn’t responding, allegedly preaching in the congregation.

His holy words, not. Chapter two: God's spoken

 

***Chapter two: God's spoken***

“For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” Corinthians, 11:13–14.

Pamela picked up the torn paper and put immediately in her pocket, she poked Humbert’s arm and was frightened by what she read,

“They killed her. I saw
them. Please, help us. I hid her diaries in the garden, where they
planted red tulips.”

His holy words, not. Chapter one: Hunger

 

*** Chapter one: Hunger ***

Faith; is a way of salvation for some, and a way of deceiving for others, a pain for some, a relief for others, a portal to get closer to the truth, or an escape to get further from the unknown… only those who can distinguish, will know for certain that faith sometimes is just a personal perspective, which can be imperfect, and never immaculate.

The moon was full, hiding partially behind the cloud, maybe reflecting a caveat, or an upcoming goodness, and as it’s standing there firmly in the sky, those with empty tummies were waiting at the church’s gate, desperately for their meal.

Hundreds of people of all classes always attend that church, for events, prayers, performing rites, promoting a politician, not just to fulfill their faith, but to cherish the presence of “Mikal”, a young charismatic priest with massive knowledge as alleged by plenty. He gathers people all the time, not just occasionally, to preach among them, to influence them, to deliver them a message of his own, like a prophet, a God-sent.

Nearby the cottage, chapter two: gourmet

 **** chapter two: gourmet ****

The following morning, Lydia left her bed earlier than usual. The halls were cold and empty, a soft wind whispered through the few open windows. She could listen to the leaves rustling outside, and a sudden shudder went through her spine. She remembered the jaw she saw the day before, and the dean's suspicious dismissal. *Something is amiss*, she thought.

     She raced through the hallways, tryingto keep her mind off the matter, and sent to the kitchen. The common area was still deserted, and the cooks laughed in a loud, crude manner. She took a plate, and they lowered their voices as they saw her approach.