I felt like writing something a little different, so I wrote this.
It's short, but I actually spent longer on this than most stories - mainly due to research and proof reading. I don't think there are any mistakes in here, but if you spot any, please point them out to me .
Our Lord’s Son
Cheering crowds, banners waving – many believers have come to see their saviour. Hundreds of thousands of the faithful, all crunched together, all watching the stage in anticipation.
Two men walk onto the raised stage. The first man with long hair – he is who we have all come to see. The other is his friend and companion, whose warm smile and open heart convinced us of our saviour’s truth.
The crowds cheering is deafening.
Our saviour smiles and waves his hand – he doesn’t want to be flattered so. He is just a servant, just like us.
Our Lord’s son speaks; his voice is crisp and clear. Every syllable rings with the truth, with honesty and determination. He is perfect, we are sure. Of course, he would not refer to himself as being so, but we know.
His speech starts.
‘My people – the hour is at hand. The false idols have been cast aside and the darkness of lies have been lifted, the mask removed and only I – the truth – remain.
We shall move forewords into a new age… an age of peace, prosperity… and immortality. The faithful, those who have cast aside the true Satan, shall move with me and live in bliss.
The heretics though. They shall not have the fortune to move with us.’
He pauses, and looks around at us. As he gaze reaches me, my heart jumps and I am filled with a joy.
‘But my Lord and I are forgiving,’ he continues, ‘We shall not put suffering upon those who remain different to us. Nay, we are not like the false god.
However, something must be done. I hear you crying for their blood… but I refuse… I say no. I don’t want you to stain your hands with their unholy blood.
There are… other options, however.
I propose that the faithful show their true-ness and mark themselves. Only the faithful may buy from the faithful.
Do not harm those who refuse to bow down to me. Others will deal with them, but should you ever meet one – do your very best to show them of your purity. Teach them and love them. Convince them of the truth that is you and I.
Mark yourselves, my faithful. Your right hand, your forehead. Our number. Six six six.
Rejoice, for soon, you shall be with our Lord,
Lucifer.’
Everyone cheers again. Our saviour has spoken and we are filled with joy. Oh, how we are happy.
Everything in the future is bright and happy…
So - what d'you all think?
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