✞[ XII. ]✞ Station of the Cross

[sanctus_cineris]

[ ✟ ] O people of Zion, who dwell in Jerusalem, no more will you weep; He will be gracious to you when you cry out, as soon as he hears he will answer you. The Lord will give you the bread you need and the water for which you thirst. [ ✟ ]

No longer will your Teacher hide himself, but with your own eyes you shall see him,
While from behind, a voice shall sound in your ears: "This is the Way; Walk in it."

| Isaiah 30:19-21 | 

"O mi Iesu, dimitte nobis debita nostra, libera nos ab igne inferni, conduc in caelum omnes animas, praesertim illas quae maxime indigent misericordia tua. Amen."

[ † ] The camera pans up slowly, and there on the outer walls of the church the Priest can be found looking up towards the celestial heavens, the lofty heights of the ruinous steeple that creaked precariously under its own weight having sustained heavy damage to the point where the tower and spire threatened to dislocate completely if not for the careful hands of the architects who had constructed them.

The strained whisper of the Angelus bell could be heard twanging in the distance, the sizable hole in its metallic surface from a blast of blinding light.

The screen waivers and blackens, blanketed in a pocket lined on the inside of his cassock so he might step inside. Calm, and measured, the Holy Knight opens the frequency across the network, projecting the broadcast to all who might hear it. [ † ]

Residents o' Discedo: Thaes es Faither Andersoon. Ef ye ar' en need o' sanctuary, coom tae St. Peter's church. Thaer es shelter fer all who migh' seek refuge.


[ooc: Father Anderson is offering shelter to anyone in Discedo who will need it. The church has been reinforced to withstand fire and the undercroft can be used as a bomb shelter. Since it is made of stone it is arguably one of the most secure buildings in Discedo.]

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[Dropping onto unsteady legs, Maxwell staggered as he hit the ground, and touched at the burning in his chest from whence he was grasped. Wide-eyed and paled as Anderson turned his back on him, he heckled his exit with condemnation.]

Go on!

Go out there and die like a pitiful lamb to the slaughter!!

You'll see who the fool really is!!!

[THOOM! Shut the moaning doors, echoing the bloodcurdling emptiness of the sanctum and resounding it into the prince's hollow husk.]