A Shadowed Day ...And A Red Tear

[exlibrismortis]

"You are a fool! How dare you speak such words!"

"The Creator does not look lightly upon your Heresy!"

"Heretic! Heretic! A False Prophet! He speaks nothing but vile!"

"GO AWAY! You vile Serpent of the Dark Spirits!"

These were but a few of the jaunts and jeers that I received. The constant bombarding of words felt like brick against the skin and bones of the mortal coil. Endlessly the hate flowed from the mouths of those hypocrites. Without respite did they unceasingly continue to mock, defame, and utterly destroy and hope that I had to some inkling of self confidence. Any hint of residual self confidence now ebbed from the tips of my fingers, leaving it to the cool, calm sea breeze that continued to flow from the docks. ...Or so the crowd thought.

That breeze, the endless assurance of continuing life, danced across my skin. Penetrating the cloak wrapped around me, it kissed my flesh and it danced endlessly through the streets of this once glorious city. The radiant sun above, giving off its continuous warm rays, bathed the great port city. The blue sky above, crystal clear, yet majestically dotted with the splotches of heavenly white clouds watched the pit of sin and vile vermin. The waves of the not so distant ocean rolled along, their power and ferocity calmed by the weather of the day, marked the ceasing line of committable atrocities.

Breathing deep, taking in the refreshing sea breeze, reinvigorated by the strength of the sea, glorified by the sun above, and given a majestic backdrop of the sky overlooking, I raised my head slowly and looked at the crowd. I looked into the eye of every single one of those that sought to take my will, my being with their words. Long did I allow them to continue with their hate, long did I allow them to speak those hypocritical words of bile, long did they jeer and taunt for mere sport.

I bided my time, and let the so called "followers" of the Virulian faith continue in their constant state of pure hate. I continued to watch those gather, and those join in the festivities. For this was no more than a community recreational event. It took all I had to not laugh at these mere sheep, to rebuke these serpents for their sins. Then, a strange movement amognst the crowd caught my eye. They began to part, not in a large fashion, but small enough to allow someone to pass through. I could see the hole move forward as this person got closer to me. Then suddenly, she appeared, and I knew it was time to begin.

Under my cloak, I released my grip, allowing the ends of the cloth to relax to my side. The crown quickly began to silence at the sight of my person. To smile would be justified, but not quite appropriate. I slowly raised my hand, and allowed my mouth to become the piece of greatness.

"For many years, you Virulians have been subject to many trials and tribulations. For many season have you felt pain, misery, and hopelessness. You've seen your homes destroyed, your friend and family eradicated like vermin, and your great edifices turned to rubble. You were forced to leave what remnant of a home you had, to travel the stars, homeless, and down trodden.

Through those dark times did you look to your Creator, for guidance and strength. Your piety grew, and your faith hardened. You became unquestionable in your beliefs in His existence. You did what you were asked, lived the faith, and adhered to your Patriarchs counsel. And by doing so, you were greatly rewarded by the warm embrace offered by the Zoners, and the firm soil to build your colonies here, on Gran Canaria. Truly, your creator smiled brightly upon you.

Yet now, you've fallen back to complacency. You've fallen back to a state of malcontent. You fallen, into a vile pit of sin! Debauchery and great misconducts are conducted on every corner! You wallow in a pit of filth and hate! You leaders, do nothing but fill their coffers on your ignorance! You mindless sheep, you vermins of the dark!

You think all is well. That you attend your temples on your holy days. That you pay your tithes, that you assist in your tasks. Yet, without the purpose of heart, you mindless hulks just go about your business, doing it because you are told! Your Creator does not smile upon thee for such actions!"

My blood was boiling. Fumes were emanating from my nostrils as I breathed heavily. I glared into the awestruck faces of the crowd as they just stared in disbelief. Many of them wondering if I was even real, others slowly registering what I had said, and few growing angry. My time here was short, my duty almost complete, and my mission close to success. I raised my fist once more, and uttered the messenger's message...

"Your Creator has seen your wicked actions. He is most displeased with your vile misdoings. You think you live in a time of prospering, but no longer shall that exist. Hear me out! For those who remain diligent shall be protected, and those that remain faithful shall be saved. A great plague is coming, to scourge the sinners. The refiner's fire shall be cast upon this vile pit, and all impurities will burn! Tear will bleed, and Tear will burn!

For I am Joshua, hearken to my words!"

The message had been delivered, my mission complete. For what happens next, I care not...

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Evelyn stood there shocked, stunned. This man, his words he spoke, pricked at her heart. It was a feeling she only felt listening to the words of Patriarch, and of the Arch Priestess. It was that feeling that let her know that these words were true. But how could they be? To her, Tear was a shining beacon of hope to all across Sirius.

Yet, her preconception was surely shaken. No sooner than this Joshua had finished speaking, the crowd turned into a blood hungry mob. The words spoken were even more carnal, more obscene. Hatred spewed from every mouth and tongue. She looked in fear and her heart was broken. Then, a bottle flew, followed by a stone. This Joshua lurched in pain as they hit home. He was double over when the first person charged forward and kicked him straight in the face. Evelyn turned and ran immediately as the torrent of blood ensued.

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