A Candle for RememberanceMature

I snarled, throwing the priest against the wall, “How dare you!? We trusted you! I trusted you!” He looked at me but said nothing and I picked him up and threw him into the main prayer room, I never guessed that the church was full, or that Lazarus would be stood in front of the kids. I didn’t care either. I turned to the people, revealing my canine jaws, pulling back my lips in a snarl.

Many of them ran off, but some simply sat frozen in their seats, a natural response. Lazarus pushed the kids back and I sighed, “why won’t you fight back?” I murmured.

The priest stopped and stood up, dusting himself off. “I. Am a man of God,” he muttered as a matter of fact. I shook my head.

“You are not! You have killed too many to be a man of God! Tell him; tell everyone how you sold us out to the hunters and how you have killed our kind!”

He grinned, “no. I would rather see you squirm as you see him not believe you. I knew your marriage wouldn’t last.”

“Stop!” I shouted, pushing him back into the pedestal, making it rock uneasily. Lazarus turned to leave and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

“You’re crying. How pathetic.”

I shook my head and looked back to the priest, “the greatest decency I can give you now, is to let you leave. But never come back. I’ll never forgive what you did. I wanted to kill you, but I can’t. Go. Leave.” I barked after him, to reinforce my point and he broke into a run out of the church.

Annie glanced back to me and I simply tied my blindfold back around my eyes. Lazarus pushed them all out of the church and I lit a candle. “To those I loved, those I lost. To Albert and Logan. To mother and sister. To Lazarus.

The End

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