Translation
Der Sohn Luzifers
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
It was dark over the moor. A cold haze of mist stretched over the entire pool. Perfect for someone like me. I was called a thief, a villain or a robber and everyone who called me that was right. I never had a name other than "The Poisoner" and I was never particularly keen on that name. I miscarried, I had a long vein over my left eye, and my feet were always too small and misshapen. I was cast out and have been slowly working my way to my parents ever since. They will pay for what they did to me. I sat down in the tall reeds again and looked out for shadows in order to attack them and thus continue my miserable life.
After a long wait I saw two ghostly graceful creatures who seemed to be carrying something. One of the two people was a little shorter than me, the other looked much smaller at this distance. They moved calmly like wolves sneaking around their prey, only to pounce at any moment and tear the life away from the victim.I slowly crept closer to the figures to assess whether it was really worth attacking them. The two put down the object they were carrying and stood opposite each other so that it lay between them. It looked like a ritual, maybe a sacrifice or worship of a dark god. They spread their arms like an eagle ready to fly into the sky and began to hum a softly spoken verse. They moved slowly around the object, which on closer inspection turned out to be a lifeless fawn. The two people, they were women, slowly raised the volume of their murmurs and threw the hoods of their frocks on their shoulders. As if in ecstasy they moved, as in a dream they spoke. They went on their knees and tore the crossbow bolt, which was the cause of death of the fawn, from its body. The animal twitched as if it were reliving the last minutes of its death, but to my surprise it did not lie motionless afterwards, but slowly got to its feet.The two women sat down to recover from the exertion while the fawn ran away.
Now would be the best time to attack her. But I didn't. I could not. They were in league with nature and if I attacked them, I would both have a guilty conscience and never dare to go to this moor again. I watched the women for a while and hoped to see them closer. But the only thing I saw was the brown hair of the smaller ones and the beautiful eyes of the other. It seemed as if the shadow wanted to hide the rest of the face, but my eyes were enough.
Nobody died that night, nor did I steal from anyone. I lived sin free!
If only for one night.
I slept restlessly. Something kept waking me up. It was the ice-cold, beautiful eyes and the certainty of never seeing her again, much less talking to her. The next morning I looked like an egg that was too old and felt bad.I went to the thieves' guild hall, a small shelter in the forest where jobs were offered everywhere. You never found more rabble in one heap. This is where the rich nobles came from when they found someone uncomfortable or the vengeful people who were too cowardly themselves to resolve a feud once and for all. The hall was sparsely furnished, which was simply because anything of value would immediately disappear into the pockets of those present. However, something was different than usual, something seemed special. On one wall was a crowd of people that was otherwise only common at market stalls. They stared at a large poster with a handprint on it.
This poster proclaimed:
"The Brotherhood of the Black Hand is looking for colleagues!
We, the Brotherhood of the Black Hand, are looking for comrades-in-arms who are ready to fight for this world and its preservation.
Generous donations are made to those who struggle with us and survive our tests.If you have enough strength, intelligence and skill, you should contact our representative. He will appear on the day of the full moon.
May the rest of your soul be gracious "
Either this is a very smart trick to exterminate as many of us as possible at once or it is serious and I will get rich soon. I will definitely be in touch on the full moon.
It was dark over the moor. A cold haze of mist stretched over the entire pool. Perfect for someone like me. I was called a thief, a villain or a robber and everyone who called me that was right. I never had a name other than "The Poisoner" and I was never particularly keen on that name. I miscarried, I had a long vein over my left eye, and my feet were always too small and misshapen. I was cast out and have been slowly working my way to my parents ever since. They will pay for what they did to me. I sat down in the tall reeds again and looked out for shadows in order to attack them and thus continue my miserable life.
After a long wait I saw two ghostly graceful creatures who seemed to be carrying something. One of the two people was a little shorter than me, the other looked much smaller at this distance. They moved calmly like wolves sneaking around their prey, only to pounce at any moment and tear the life away from the victim.I slowly crept closer to the figures to assess whether it was really worth attacking them. The two put down the object they were carrying and stood opposite each other so that it lay between them. It looked like a ritual, maybe a sacrifice or worship of a dark god. They spread their arms like an eagle ready to fly into the sky and began to hum a softly spoken verse. They moved slowly around the object, which on closer inspection turned out to be a lifeless fawn. The two people, they were women, slowly raised the volume of their murmurs and threw the hoods of their frocks on their shoulders. As if in ecstasy they moved, as in a dream they spoke. They went on their knees and tore the crossbow bolt, which was the cause of death of the fawn, from its body. The animal twitched as if it were reliving the last minutes of its death, but to my surprise it did not lie motionless afterwards, but slowly got to its feet.The two women sat down to recover from the exertion while the fawn ran away.
Now would be the best time to attack her. But I didn't. I could not. They were in league with nature and if I attacked them, I would both have a guilty conscience and never dare to go to this moor again. I watched the women for a while and hoped to see them closer. But the only thing I saw was the brown hair of the smaller ones and the beautiful eyes of the other. It seemed as if the shadow wanted to hide the rest of the face, but my eyes were enough.
Nobody died that night, nor did I steal from anyone. I lived sin free!
If only for one night.
I slept restlessly. Something kept waking me up. It was the ice-cold, beautiful eyes and the certainty of never seeing her again, much less talking to her. The next morning I looked like an egg that was too old and felt bad.I went to the thieves' guild hall, a small shelter in the forest where jobs were offered everywhere. You never found more rabble in one heap. This is where the rich nobles came from when they found someone uncomfortable or the vengeful people who were too cowardly themselves to resolve a feud once and for all. The hall was sparsely furnished, which was simply because anything of value would immediately disappear into the pockets of those present. However, something was different than usual, something seemed special. On one wall was a crowd of people that was otherwise only common at market stalls. They stared at a large poster with a handprint on it.
This poster proclaimed:
"The Brotherhood of the Black Hand is looking for colleagues!
We, the Brotherhood of the Black Hand, are looking for comrades-in-arms who are ready to fight for this world and its preservation.
Generous donations are made to those who struggle with us and survive our tests.If you have enough strength, intelligence and skill, you should contact our representative. He will appear on the day of the full moon.
May the rest of your soul be gracious "
Either this is a very smart trick to exterminate as many of us as possible at once or it is serious and I will get rich soon. I will definitely be in touch on the full moon.