Post by Hell's Keeper on Nov 15, 2010 8:10:58 GMT -6
“Between the hours of twelve and three o'clock, European folklore foretold this time belonging to the creatures who dwell from the depths of Hell. It was said this period was the only time that those same creatures also were at their strongest and were allowed to walk across the land, whilst the day belonged to the day walkers God deemed humans that served under him. This was called the Witching Hour.”
Naples, Italy – The place of neighboring Pompeii and Herculaneum tragedies, the place Keeper had once visited the location on more than one occasion; to visit the underground church of the dead, and pray for a victory against an army of warriors in a battle royal. Now Morrison was back. The rain poured, the moonlight shined through clouds, the Santa Maria del Carmine bell tower begun it's gloomy toll over the lands, as a heavy fog slowly approached in-land.
A thunder clap revealed the face of Eric Morrison. He looked up at the Duomo di San Gennaro church. The demon just smiled. Remembering all the fun times with Father Giordano, and the torture Keeper did to him, he fades into the darkness as Father Giordano popped his head out to see who was knocking at the door. There appear a young man no more than in his early twenties. He appeared wearing torn up, raggy clothes that were brown and black. He seemed to have the snatch of alcohol escaping his mouth.
“Father...”
“Please Marco, do you not know what time it is? It's the devils playground now! And I will not be responsible for you ending up like me. I've seen the face of evil my son. It is something that still haunts my every dream as I go to bed at night. Please run and don't look back!”
He looks up into the sky as the clouds shift, “Something wicked has approached our shores.”
“You and your stories about meeting the Devil.”
“You're drunk Marco. I'll call you a cab but you must wait inside. These streets are not safe for anyone at this time of night. I trust you also spent your money on that poison, I'll give you what I have to get you on your way. Come quickly.”
The already shaky priest allowed the young man into the church. He turns and locks the door behind him and places a wooden board across the door. They slowly walked to the middle church seats, and Father Giordano patted him on the back to assure there is nothing to dread. He affords the young man a seat and continues to walk off in the direction of the church office. The Father walks in and looks out the window to see the boy had a case of the jitters, he pays him no mind and dials the number on the phone.
Suddenly, there came a knock that echoed throughout the entire church. This alerts Father Giordano. He rose his head up and saw Marco heading to toward the overly-large door.
“Don't answer that!”
He screamed from the top of his lung.
“It could be him!”
This did not bother Marco, who was already lifting up the board, as he turned to the Priest and twisted the door letting in the seductive Roxana Casandra. She ran her hand across Marco's face, her other hand slowly revealed a metal object. BAM! She clocked him across the face knocking him in one blow. The devilish eyes of hers saw the Father, Roxana just smirked and stepped aside. A large black mass is seen approaching the door slowly.
“Please God, take this demon from my sight. Amen.” He started praying while holding a rosary bead necklace. Hoping to pray them away be the power of God.
They approach the room, with Keeper pulling back the hood to reveal his bald head. Keeper looks at the priest, and smiles before knocking him out.
“Nice to see you, too, Father. But didn't you get the memo? God isn't here, I am.”
Naples, Italy
February 13, 2010 | 12:00 AM
February 13, 2010 | 12:00 AM
Naples, Italy – The place of neighboring Pompeii and Herculaneum tragedies, the place Keeper had once visited the location on more than one occasion; to visit the underground church of the dead, and pray for a victory against an army of warriors in a battle royal. Now Morrison was back. The rain poured, the moonlight shined through clouds, the Santa Maria del Carmine bell tower begun it's gloomy toll over the lands, as a heavy fog slowly approached in-land.
A thunder clap revealed the face of Eric Morrison. He looked up at the Duomo di San Gennaro church. The demon just smiled. Remembering all the fun times with Father Giordano, and the torture Keeper did to him, he fades into the darkness as Father Giordano popped his head out to see who was knocking at the door. There appear a young man no more than in his early twenties. He appeared wearing torn up, raggy clothes that were brown and black. He seemed to have the snatch of alcohol escaping his mouth.
“Father...”
“Please Marco, do you not know what time it is? It's the devils playground now! And I will not be responsible for you ending up like me. I've seen the face of evil my son. It is something that still haunts my every dream as I go to bed at night. Please run and don't look back!”
He looks up into the sky as the clouds shift, “Something wicked has approached our shores.”
“You and your stories about meeting the Devil.”
“You're drunk Marco. I'll call you a cab but you must wait inside. These streets are not safe for anyone at this time of night. I trust you also spent your money on that poison, I'll give you what I have to get you on your way. Come quickly.”
The already shaky priest allowed the young man into the church. He turns and locks the door behind him and places a wooden board across the door. They slowly walked to the middle church seats, and Father Giordano patted him on the back to assure there is nothing to dread. He affords the young man a seat and continues to walk off in the direction of the church office. The Father walks in and looks out the window to see the boy had a case of the jitters, he pays him no mind and dials the number on the phone.
Suddenly, there came a knock that echoed throughout the entire church. This alerts Father Giordano. He rose his head up and saw Marco heading to toward the overly-large door.
“Don't answer that!”
He screamed from the top of his lung.
“It could be him!”
This did not bother Marco, who was already lifting up the board, as he turned to the Priest and twisted the door letting in the seductive Roxana Casandra. She ran her hand across Marco's face, her other hand slowly revealed a metal object. BAM! She clocked him across the face knocking him in one blow. The devilish eyes of hers saw the Father, Roxana just smirked and stepped aside. A large black mass is seen approaching the door slowly.
“Please God, take this demon from my sight. Amen.” He started praying while holding a rosary bead necklace. Hoping to pray them away be the power of God.
They approach the room, with Keeper pulling back the hood to reveal his bald head. Keeper looks at the priest, and smiles before knocking him out.
“Nice to see you, too, Father. But didn't you get the memo? God isn't here, I am.”