02-12-2020, 01:46 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]kai dead.
two very words she never assumed she'd hear in her lifetime. sure, kai was coming of age. already sixteen, he was three years away from his ultimate — a flourishing youth soon expected to take his place. who was that ? despite it being far too soon to know , samuel settled rather comfortably into the position kai was was. what was supposed to be a temporary lead rolled over into days, months . . . samuel wasn't supposed to harbor half the power he does , and yet he plans Crucifications, a privilege , something he claims to potentially have. blood hadn't much to do with the gifted . very few knew what qualities The Pastor sought for when looking for His next , but what if it were true ? kai dead , somewhere other than home , without his disciples present to celebrate his living ? did he fail what he sought out to do ? and was this their punishment?
if kai died , he wasn't the only one. an unknown sickness was killing off the vulnerable like flies. as kai would expect them to , they consulted to prayer. but prayer could only take one so far. dillion hadn't much trouble bitterly pointing this out , and although millie dismissed it , she knew the truth. but this could only be a test, could it not? to sam it was not a test , but a sign laid out by Abaddon Himself , to move 'forth in life. lives weren't being taken in as a test , sam observes , but rather as a punishment for the what they've failed to do. since kai has been gone , those who've come of age were building. she did make sense , she supposed. but she didn't understand. . . Abaddon was supposed to protect him.
out of all the words samuel spoke throughout the four hour mass , these are the ones she ever hears. she barely participates in song , in praise . high , cataonic . . . at peace . every once in awhile , she'd mumble under her breath , perhaps to only thank Abaddon for the good life she's given , before falling silent once more . only the new of kai's death breaks the cycle and — pulling a complete 180 — her body shrivels up , her body collapsing between the pews. kai was the only one who reassured her . the one who promised her that Abaddon had something far greater than a mother , although for Heaven's sake , it's all she's ever wanted to be . she trembles , choked up sobs escaping her throat as she yells out , "Abaddon help us!" her voice falling out into a defeated whimper. although there are similar reactions , hers is the most intense.
if not kai , then who ?
two very words she never assumed she'd hear in her lifetime. sure, kai was coming of age. already sixteen, he was three years away from his ultimate — a flourishing youth soon expected to take his place. who was that ? despite it being far too soon to know , samuel settled rather comfortably into the position kai was was. what was supposed to be a temporary lead rolled over into days, months . . . samuel wasn't supposed to harbor half the power he does , and yet he plans Crucifications, a privilege , something he claims to potentially have. blood hadn't much to do with the gifted . very few knew what qualities The Pastor sought for when looking for His next , but what if it were true ? kai dead , somewhere other than home , without his disciples present to celebrate his living ? did he fail what he sought out to do ? and was this their punishment?
if kai died , he wasn't the only one. an unknown sickness was killing off the vulnerable like flies. as kai would expect them to , they consulted to prayer. but prayer could only take one so far. dillion hadn't much trouble bitterly pointing this out , and although millie dismissed it , she knew the truth. but this could only be a test, could it not? to sam it was not a test , but a sign laid out by Abaddon Himself , to move 'forth in life. lives weren't being taken in as a test , sam observes , but rather as a punishment for the what they've failed to do. since kai has been gone , those who've come of age were building. she did make sense , she supposed. but she didn't understand. . . Abaddon was supposed to protect him.
out of all the words samuel spoke throughout the four hour mass , these are the ones she ever hears. she barely participates in song , in praise . high , cataonic . . . at peace . every once in awhile , she'd mumble under her breath , perhaps to only thank Abaddon for the good life she's given , before falling silent once more . only the new of kai's death breaks the cycle and — pulling a complete 180 — her body shrivels up , her body collapsing between the pews. kai was the only one who reassured her . the one who promised her that Abaddon had something far greater than a mother , although for Heaven's sake , it's all she's ever wanted to be . she trembles , choked up sobs escaping her throat as she yells out , "Abaddon help us!" her voice falling out into a defeated whimper. although there are similar reactions , hers is the most intense.
if not kai , then who ?
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.4;"]I'M [I]HIGH AS A PRIVATE JET. â€â€