outside of a church
Twil: sitting on the dirt path leaning on the invisible wall that keeps undead like him from entering holy ground shrouded in a cloak staring off into the distance
???: hello mister, are you okay?
Twil: turns to see a little girl holding a basket behind him hmmmm physically, mentally, or spiritually?
little girl: thinks for a moment ummmm.... I don't know, father over there said I should see if your alright
Twil: did he now? turns more and sees a priest nervously handling a bottle of holy water and his bible
little girl: yup!
Twil: how about you go grab him for me, id like to have a chat if it isn't a problem
little girl: um okay shrugs and skips off to the priest, talks to him for a moment before skipping off into the chapel
priest: nervously walking up to twil but staying firmly on the holy ground what do want daemon!
twil: chuckles daemon? no wonder the wall around this place is so weak, your a terrible priest stands up I just have a question, does the archangel of honesty still hold a yearly conference?
priest: why would a daemon like you know about that!? glances nervously at the chapel
twil: looks at the chapel in surprise oh, the wall wouldn't harm cause shes here isn't she, not because your a bad priest... go get her for me
priest: you will not go near our lady! throws the bottle of holy water at twil
twil: grabs the bottle mid air, throwing off his cloak and drinks the bottle ignoring the sting
little girl: on porch of the chapel that's enough Simon, deep down I've been expecting him to show up walking down to twil
Simon: but my lady
little girl: enough Simon, go back inside
Simon: obeys and slowly walks into the chapel
twil: last time i saw you, you looked like a grandma, that's quite the face change honesty
twil: how many of the archangels are still alive, I know loyalty, virtue, and humility are dead
honesty: just me, justice, faith, and judgement
twil: sighs who became judgement?
twil: deeper sigh he was supposed to replace justice
twil: did you know I'd become wrath?
honesty: no, no one did. I'm so sorry twil
Twil: laughs loudly I am too, as wrath I have to do what justice wont judge and what judgement ignores all while i cant even shed a tear over what must be done.
honesty: I will defend myself
Twil: I'd expect no less from you
honesty: her body beginning to glow and and change to that of a faceless and gender-less angel clad in strips of floating white cloth I wish there was an alternative
Twil: as do I throwing several daggers at honesty
honesty: several of the strips of cloth leap into motion, batting the daggers aside
twil: draws a sword from his back and charges towards honesty, passing right through the holy ground barrier
honesty: tell me, what was death like? has several strips of cloth shoot towards twil in the shape of spikes
twil: it was painful at first, but you knew that part dodges behind a grave stone and advances in between shots
honesty: silent as new strips of cloth materialize and are launched towards twil
twil: well it was boring for a while i couldn't move from where I died for a hundred years stalks closer cutting a few in half
honesty: and after?
twil: then the choice leaps towards honesty sword drawn
honesty: cries out in pain as the sword enters her chest
twil: watches as honesty starts disintegrating into strips of cloth starting from the wound at least the white door is still open to you. I always found it fitting to have a name like innocence and become the archangel of honesty. stabs the sword into the ground before walking away
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the lexicon of trollisShort Story
The reason I write this is to entertain, and just because it may (or may not) have a linier plot doesn't mean that it can't be entertaining. This is a collection of short stories of the various versions of 'me' thrown throughout my mental world/s t...