[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt;"]Kai is now the one who talks. he knows Lilas isn't too impressed by the ideology of his religion, so he trades it for superifical discussion of Isaac itself; there was many things that made the town great. When Kai wasn't speaking during mass, he often wasn't speaking any other time. He's surprisingly always been a boy of very few words— and plus, the words of The Pastor were merely a reiteration and never his own— but he's trying to distract himself from his burdens. The one where he went to fulfill a prophecy and failed. The one where, instead of bringing the head of Devil, he was laying of the heart for a the Maiden of Freedom instead of Faith. It was unlike Kai, but not much has made sense since his journey. He was walking on both blasphemy and bliss, something in which he could only pray for forgiveness.
It's reaching dusk by the time they arrive, taking about a week on horseback. Externally, Kai fronts the safety of his Followers; in his head, not too much has changed from when he's left. Internally— so far deep down he refuses that not even he truly examines it —he fears the worst. Death, or worse, Sin. When he approaches is when those fears wear; there , not too far off , he sees about four bodies, he assumes to be a patrol, huddled around a fire. He recognizes the faces, including the one of Jagger. They seem to be doing much more partying than patrolling. Kai can smell the alcohol from here. Kai glances at Lilas, with a disconcert expression on his face. Raising his eyebrow, he turns to the party, lifting his voice, [b]"Hope this isn't what our patrols are turning into."
In unison, everyone turns to them. Stares, faces whitening, almost as if they saw a ghost. And then, Jagger's lips tilt into a smile. He raises to his feet. "Malachi," he murmured in which Kai nods, [b]"Jagger." "Well I'll be damned. Boys, go ring the bells. Looks' like we gotta emergency meetin' to make. Our Messiah's [I]finally makin' his grand return"[/I] It was hitting that him: he was finally home.
It's reaching dusk by the time they arrive, taking about a week on horseback. Externally, Kai fronts the safety of his Followers; in his head, not too much has changed from when he's left. Internally— so far deep down he refuses that not even he truly examines it —he fears the worst. Death, or worse, Sin. When he approaches is when those fears wear; there , not too far off , he sees about four bodies, he assumes to be a patrol, huddled around a fire. He recognizes the faces, including the one of Jagger. They seem to be doing much more partying than patrolling. Kai can smell the alcohol from here. Kai glances at Lilas, with a disconcert expression on his face. Raising his eyebrow, he turns to the party, lifting his voice, [b]"Hope this isn't what our patrols are turning into."
In unison, everyone turns to them. Stares, faces whitening, almost as if they saw a ghost. And then, Jagger's lips tilt into a smile. He raises to his feet. "Malachi," he murmured in which Kai nods, [b]"Jagger." "Well I'll be damned. Boys, go ring the bells. Looks' like we gotta emergency meetin' to make. Our Messiah's [I]finally makin' his grand return"[/I] It was hitting that him: he was finally home.
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❝ When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away❞
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