As the priest thanked him of his service, Josiah's mind conjured only a single, foreboding, question, "How bad could this be?" Certainly, the mind of the Orthodoxy was spun by devilish machinations, but Josiah believed, on some errant notion, that he could intuit their punishment. After all, he survived Gomorrah, so he had some experience with God's Wrath. As Lord Raphael lead his choir in prayer, Josiah breathed deeply; his eyes prepared for the burning. How naive.
From psalms sang by vindictive souls, the Carnies were uprooted then twisted by the ruddy bark of this hallowed tree. With their flesh pierced and innards drained into the soil, Josiah could feel his stomach churn; a violent fit of... something sloshed about. In the boys throat was a trickle, a taste test of the mysterious brew— caustic and vile. No. No. His throat cinched before a fierce gulp forced the liquid back into his stomach, but it was only a temporary stop measure. The corrosive taste had been burned into his throat and it permeates his mouth. It was only a matter of time before his own innards were on display— but the time wasn't know. It could not be now. Not with so many eyes on him. Not with their eyes on him.
"Of course, Lord Raphael. Just... Just doing God's work." His eyes wouldn't part from the sight of that great tree and the ominous shadow it gave.
From psalms sang by vindictive souls, the Carnies were uprooted then twisted by the ruddy bark of this hallowed tree. With their flesh pierced and innards drained into the soil, Josiah could feel his stomach churn; a violent fit of... something sloshed about. In the boys throat was a trickle, a taste test of the mysterious brew— caustic and vile. No. No. His throat cinched before a fierce gulp forced the liquid back into his stomach, but it was only a temporary stop measure. The corrosive taste had been burned into his throat and it permeates his mouth. It was only a matter of time before his own innards were on display— but the time wasn't know. It could not be now. Not with so many eyes on him. Not with their eyes on him.
"Of course, Lord Raphael. Just... Just doing God's work." His eyes wouldn't part from the sight of that great tree and the ominous shadow it gave.