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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Believe
Character: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Word Count: 225
Prompt: necromancy
Rating: PG13 / maybe R
Warning: cruelty; some cursing about religion; if you mind, don't read!
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With dark eyes, Kurdy stared at the bones lying wide spread around the fireplace. „What the hell was going on here,“ he murmured, unable to hide his shock.
„Necromancy,“ Smith answered, his voice calm as mostly. „It's not the first time I see something like this. It happens more often than you think.“
„But this is...“ The big guy turned away to suppress the gag reflex. „What do they do? Do they kill others for this ritual?“
Smith shrugged. „Don't know. Maybe, sometimes. But you can find skulls and bones in every backyard nowadays. So, I hope they usually will go the easy way.“
„That's all you have to say?“ Kurdy pulled his face. „You say you are a messenger of God, and you don't do anything against this?“
„It's not my job to do anything against it.“ Smith shrugged, apologizing.„People want to believe in something so desperately, and it is so much easier to turn to the evil side than to admit that God allowed all the bad things to happen in the world. He knows! And I guess he has a plan. At least, I hope so. Because otherwise, all I do will be in vain.“
Kurdy kept quiet for a while; then, he got back to the jeep. "Fuck you, Smith," he muttered. "And fuck your fucking God."
Character: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Word Count: 225
Prompt: necromancy
Rating: PG13 / maybe R
Warning: cruelty; some cursing about religion; if you mind, don't read!
:::
With dark eyes, Kurdy stared at the bones lying wide spread around the fireplace. „What the hell was going on here,“ he murmured, unable to hide his shock.
„Necromancy,“ Smith answered, his voice calm as mostly. „It's not the first time I see something like this. It happens more often than you think.“
„But this is...“ The big guy turned away to suppress the gag reflex. „What do they do? Do they kill others for this ritual?“
Smith shrugged. „Don't know. Maybe, sometimes. But you can find skulls and bones in every backyard nowadays. So, I hope they usually will go the easy way.“
„That's all you have to say?“ Kurdy pulled his face. „You say you are a messenger of God, and you don't do anything against this?“
„It's not my job to do anything against it.“ Smith shrugged, apologizing.„People want to believe in something so desperately, and it is so much easier to turn to the evil side than to admit that God allowed all the bad things to happen in the world. He knows! And I guess he has a plan. At least, I hope so. Because otherwise, all I do will be in vain.“
Kurdy kept quiet for a while; then, he got back to the jeep. "Fuck you, Smith," he muttered. "And fuck your fucking God."