(sorry for not replying yesterday, sickness shant flee from my side, or else i may remember what it is to be happy.)
>>5968487The corpse of the priest falls rigid by the weakest breeze, the slam echoes across the hall, as if wanting to attract more attention.
Bats fly across the room, and it smells like sulfur
"Brother Avaad!"
Someone screams from nowhere with the sprain in the throat of someone who ate too much.
The only courage the drunk found was inside him, but whatever was coming had way more rage, and many more legs. The tempest blows, and with interest, the eye of God watched from beyond the hole in the ceiling.
You swallow saliva, just to taste your alcholic breath.
While you desperately keep searching for the wine, the gates where the angry steps came from both get slamed madly; as if the very flames of hell had provoked an stampede of the beasts of god.
"The gate, THE GATE!! He got out! HES GETTING OUT!"
One after the other, the doors in each corner of the room open desperately and with force. You hide in the space in the middle with the stealth of a legless house cat.
"Brother Avaad?!" "BROTHER AVAAD!" "Theres a hole in the ceiling!"
"It smells like sulphur, it smells like sulphur!"
"It smells like sulphurs!"
"Hole?! -- THERE IS A HOLE!"
"HE IS IN IT, THE LIGHT, THE LIGHT!"
"Get him out!"
"Dont get in it, fool, push it with- push..!" Someone scolded another monk, as he tried to look for something long to push the corpse off the light with, turning straight to spot you, turning to the wall, and then turning to you again.
"Its.. dead." "No.. NO!"
"Who the fuck are you?" Said one of them, everyone suddenly turned to him, and then they saw you.
"eh? Aye!"
6 bearded men from varied ages, complexions, skin colors and degrees of baldness all stared furious, waiting for an answer or an explanation.
You have been found out by the monks. Your zip is slightly down a little bit.
