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Fanfic: No Tomorrow
sword with determination and pushed it away from his neck. "Nice to meet you, devil!" He uttered and with his last strength he stabbed storm wind through the chaplain. With an incredulous gurgle, he went down. Blood streamed out of the fatal wound and after one last twitch the priest was dead. Exhausted and tired, Kant also sank to the ground when strong hands grabbed and held him. A villager stepped on his hand and with a cry of pain, Kant dropped his sword. Stunned by the pain of his broken wrist and tired from the fight, he let himself be tied to the tree again without resistance. "You pigs," he whispered. As a result, one of the villagers turned and hit him hard in the face.And, as if it had been planned, the church clock struck exactly 12 as the blow tore open his cheek.
An eerie, booming bell thundered over the village. Kant's ears ached, and many of the villagers covered their ears, a possibility that was unfortunately not open to Kant. But the black-clad villagers never stopped singing. On the third stroke of the bell his nose started to bleed, just as he thought the village was either hard of hearing or whether the bell ringer was a complete lunatic. When the seventh blow echoed in his ears, suddenly a great lightning flashed in the sky and illuminated the surrounding area. Kant couldn't believe his eyes when lightning shot at him and the villagers, circled them and finally struck the ground a few meters in front of them. Kant felt the electrical energy that made the air crackle.
In panic he tugged at the cuffs, he felt something creepy brewing right in front of him, he just wanted to get out of here.Then the last bell rang and then it fell silent. A villager helped his neighbor back on his feet and Kant stared in disbelief at the spot where the lightning had struck the ground. None of the villagers sang anymore, but nothing else happened either. Then someone stepped out of the semicircle, an older man. In his hand he was holding a book that, Kant recognized himself from this distance, must be very old, because the leather protective tape had been torn and mended several times. "Lord in heaven, hear our supplications," this man shouted towards heaven. "How long have we followed your instructions? Loved your son as we loved our neighbors. Have repented for our sins, but what have you done, O Lord? You have sent us the plague, Gentiles spread unhindered in the holy land and Wars shake our countries, so we turn away from you, God, from you as well as from your own son who was once our Messiah."Here the villagers began to repeat something in Latin. The man in the middle waited for a moment and then put the book on the floor." We will destroy your work, this world, as a token of our anger. May this world not see the next day. Here and now we revoke the holy covenant with Jesus and welcome the true Lord and Messiah. Born in the fire of hell, he and his four subjects shall come upon us to destroy your work. Another lightning struck between Kant and the villager and a strong wind rose. Something dark seemed to be gathering, threatening to seize and devour the world, Kant could not breathe. But as quickly it all began, the faster it was it over.
Kant exhaled calmly, for a second he had really believed that something terrible was going to happen. But this feeling had passed, at the point where the lightning had bored into the earth, only a small fire blazed and his pulse slowly went down again.It took a while before he saw it: the fire seemed to spread, it described a perfect circle and then two triangles were drawn in parallel lines in the circle. A large pentagram burned directly in front of him. One point pointed to him, another point to the villagers, one point to the body of the priest, one point to the book that the man who had so slandered God had placed on the ground and the last point pointed towards the church. And as if an invisible spark had suddenly jumped from this point to the church walls, the church exploded. The villagers screamed and Kant suspected what would come next.
In a second, the villagers were on fire. Desperate, the residents ran around and wallowed in the snow, but Kant saw that only a few would be able to put out the fire. And suddenly he too was on fire. Heat rose in his face, he screamed and writhed, but the ropes wouldn't give.And then he knew he was going to die. Through the flames he saw four figures rising from the top of the fire, four horsemen. Horses neighed and the last thing he saw was Jana, who fled the flames with Tom. Then darkness enveloped him.
End of the second chapter
An eerie, booming bell thundered over the village. Kant's ears ached, and many of the villagers covered their ears, a possibility that was unfortunately not open to Kant. But the black-clad villagers never stopped singing. On the third stroke of the bell his nose started to bleed, just as he thought the village was either hard of hearing or whether the bell ringer was a complete lunatic. When the seventh blow echoed in his ears, suddenly a great lightning flashed in the sky and illuminated the surrounding area. Kant couldn't believe his eyes when lightning shot at him and the villagers, circled them and finally struck the ground a few meters in front of them. Kant felt the electrical energy that made the air crackle.
In panic he tugged at the cuffs, he felt something creepy brewing right in front of him, he just wanted to get out of here.Then the last bell rang and then it fell silent. A villager helped his neighbor back on his feet and Kant stared in disbelief at the spot where the lightning had struck the ground. None of the villagers sang anymore, but nothing else happened either. Then someone stepped out of the semicircle, an older man. In his hand he was holding a book that, Kant recognized himself from this distance, must be very old, because the leather protective tape had been torn and mended several times. "Lord in heaven, hear our supplications," this man shouted towards heaven. "How long have we followed your instructions? Loved your son as we loved our neighbors. Have repented for our sins, but what have you done, O Lord? You have sent us the plague, Gentiles spread unhindered in the holy land and Wars shake our countries, so we turn away from you, God, from you as well as from your own son who was once our Messiah."Here the villagers began to repeat something in Latin. The man in the middle waited for a moment and then put the book on the floor." We will destroy your work, this world, as a token of our anger. May this world not see the next day. Here and now we revoke the holy covenant with Jesus and welcome the true Lord and Messiah. Born in the fire of hell, he and his four subjects shall come upon us to destroy your work. Another lightning struck between Kant and the villager and a strong wind rose. Something dark seemed to be gathering, threatening to seize and devour the world, Kant could not breathe. But as quickly it all began, the faster it was it over.
Kant exhaled calmly, for a second he had really believed that something terrible was going to happen. But this feeling had passed, at the point where the lightning had bored into the earth, only a small fire blazed and his pulse slowly went down again.It took a while before he saw it: the fire seemed to spread, it described a perfect circle and then two triangles were drawn in parallel lines in the circle. A large pentagram burned directly in front of him. One point pointed to him, another point to the villagers, one point to the body of the priest, one point to the book that the man who had so slandered God had placed on the ground and the last point pointed towards the church. And as if an invisible spark had suddenly jumped from this point to the church walls, the church exploded. The villagers screamed and Kant suspected what would come next.
In a second, the villagers were on fire. Desperate, the residents ran around and wallowed in the snow, but Kant saw that only a few would be able to put out the fire. And suddenly he too was on fire. Heat rose in his face, he screamed and writhed, but the ropes wouldn't give.And then he knew he was going to die. Through the flames he saw four figures rising from the top of the fire, four horsemen. Horses neighed and the last thing he saw was Jana, who fled the flames with Tom. Then darkness enveloped him.
End of the second chapter