Thread: Priest and Demon (Discontinued)

Several years ago, there was a family of three. A father, a mother, and a young son. They lived together in a small home in a small village where they made peace with their friends and locals, and enjoyed life as simply as anyone could ask for. For every good, there is an evil, and in this case, the evils came in the forms of bandits. Cold, cruel, selfish men who plummetted innocent people into chaos for money. They were growing in numbers, becoming dangerous. Small villages and towns were being torn apart by them, and sadly for this family of three... their town was next. Night falls, nearly mid-night. Families snuggle together in bed. Men pleasing their wives through intimate loving, brothers and sisters sleeping sound in their beds, the aged asleep with books of wisdom and pastime piled on their desks, or even on their chests. Peaceful... harmless.... perfect. Twelve hours later... Pandemonium. The bandits stormed into the town, burning and beating everything in their path. Nearly noon, the sun reaching it's highest point. Children ran for their lives, the brave men trying to fend off the invaders with household knives, bows or a blade if they were lucky enough to carry them. The women ran with the childen, many captured, cut up, killed. Children too. Little bodies, falling like pins, dropping like flies. It only got worse. Bandits are supposed to steal. Steal for money. These bandits, as if they were commanded by some sort of devil, killed. They didn't want anyone alive. When they reached this boy's home... his father sprung into action. He managed to cut the throat of a bandit and quickly turned to impale the other with a short knife his father had given him. He yelled to his wife, Alinda! Grab Lawrence and run! Alinda! He turned away to meet the hard club of another attacker. He fell to the ground as his wife was taken by several men, undressed despite her strong resistance, and had her mouth filled with stranger's dirty sex tools. The boy watched in fear, backing away slowly. He managed to see his father, and noticed him more worried about his mother than himself. A bandit mounted him and slowly cut into his neck. It was gruesome. And it drove the young boy mad. The child rushed towards his dying father, screaming ferociously, obviously upset and heartbroken. The bandit however kicked his little head away with ease, as his mother was filled with strange meat while being beaten and cut. Their laughter was so horrifying. The boy rolled on the ground, his head open, he felt it, but he didn't care. He body was stopped, and the man who changed his life, approached. It's okay boy. Stay behind me. His voice was kind, but strong, he was older, but his face was hidden behind the shadows of a white hood. He stepped forward, the bandits climbing off Alinda's body, her holes gaped open, bleeding, filled with seed. The man in white took his staff and stomped the ground with it. That's enough... He turned towards Lawrence with a small smile. Close your eyes boy. Don't you dare watch this... Do it for your mummy. Lawrence immediately listened to this man, noticing a golden cross dangling from his neck. When his eyes opened, the men were gone. There was blood all over the house. It got very hot for a moment, then it was all over. The man in white walked towards the door and sighed with his staff in hand. Alinda had died from injuries, fear, and seeing her husband lifeless. The holy man asked Lawrence to come with him, although the boy was in tears. After several minutes, Lawrence followed. 15 years later... The priest known as Maven had taken Lawrence under his wing. Brought him up as his own son. He taught him of God. Good. And evil. He taught him white magic. How to heal a cut, how to seek inner purity, how to serve the forces of good. And best of all, how to defeat the forces of evil. They lived a quiet life, in a church at the edges of the town. Not many people came, but Lawrence had a healthy group of young silly ladies who fancied him. Maven was pleased with his only pupil, and his great ability to stay strong, despite his horrendous past. And so it begins... Maven walked around the lonely seats of their church, a church they built together as Lawrence grew. It was wonderful, but underappreciated. His son wasn't at least, the young girls of the village adored him. He was handsome, and kind. Two traits that were dying from this world. Where did that boy get off to? We have a bit of a problem today... He searched around, exited to overlook the sea, the fields, the town.