"We were born sick", you heard them say it
He was laid across the Altar with his head hanging over one side, still alive but barely conscious. His own blood mixed with the fluid surrounding him on the surface, something he would consider a blasphemy if he was awake enough to see it. As it was, all Gideon could do was flinch at the sudden light in his sore eyes and look up at the intruders to his Temple; time had become unimportant in the spirit's punishment - he did not know how long it had been.
"...I.." He began to croak out, shaking hand attempting to reach out over the altar and falling flat down on the top, knocking off a plate. The Priest, usually so well put together and neat, had a ripped robe and blood swelling under the skin around his eyes for his transgression; what had it been? That was between him and those that would judge him.
Unawares of what the newcomers had been tasked with, all Gideon did was watch, dead eyes with a spark of something aware of the danger deep in them.
"...I.." He began to croak out, shaking hand attempting to reach out over the altar and falling flat down on the top, knocking off a plate. The Priest, usually so well put together and neat, had a ripped robe and blood swelling under the skin around his eyes for his transgression; what had it been? That was between him and those that would judge him.
Unawares of what the newcomers had been tasked with, all Gideon did was watch, dead eyes with a spark of something aware of the danger deep in them.
My church offers no absolutes
Gideon
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