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2 Monks meet a Succubus
As the monks walked, they kept to the narrow path which ran along the steep cliffs above the crashing waves of the ocean. The heavy overcast sky and roar of the powerful waves that broke across the rocks far below gave the monks a sense of the strength of the storm that had pasted earlier in the day. Everything around them was gray ... just different shades of gray. From the almost black gray of the wet rocks, to the lighter gray of the cold forest. The landscape was mono-colored in gray with the exception of the Monks. They were dressed in bright yellow robes. The older monk also wore the purple sash denoting his higher status of church, Honorary Prelate Deacon of the Chosen Ones of Purity.
Bhak Watty, was the senior Monk. He and his Acolyte Hans were on a journey that began 20 days ago to a town named Skalafellon. The two monks had not spoken for hours until Bhak spoke.
“Walking has several purposes,” Bhak explained all of a sudden. “For personal and inner growth. The grueling cold, the rain and snow and hail can be ignored. Walking helps with detachment from the world, in order to go within yourself” he told the younger man.
“I understand, master” the other answered. The two continued in silence for 30 more minutes.
“What are your thoughts” Bhak Watty asked.
“I have never met a … demon before” the younger man said. The fear could be heard in his voice.
“She does not like being called that and don’t use succubus either, she really hates that. Call her a fiend or even better, simply an assassin.” The older monk instructed
“Yes master” The young man replied
“It is natural to fear them… Succubi are almost impossible to kill and they enjoy drinking our life force. But the god of purity placed us upon this quest and he is watching over us. So there is nothing to fear.” Bhak pointed out.
“But Master … the god of purity only spoke to you. Is he watching over me too?” The man asked.
“Our God selected me and I chose you. Therefore, you are also protected.” Bhak explained.
“But if that is the case… are you not in some small way in control of the god of purity? Who have selected who he is to protect?” The man asked.
“Ahh I understand your logic and thoughts on this subject. But you forget that the god has the choice of not selecting me. He is ultimately making all decisions by making a single choice. It is his gift.” Honorary Prelate Deacon clarified. The two were silent for a minute, then Bhak spoke again.
“Did you know ... that I have dedicated this journey to The Herald of the Heart.” Bhak told the younger man.
“Loveleen was a wonderful member of the church! Under appreciated if I may say so. She helped opened many hearts.” The young man said with sadness in his voice.
“I can’t agree more” Bhak agree. “Look we are almost to Skalafellon. The person we seek is known to hang out in The Pub of the Twin Ravens." he stated
As the monks walked, they kept to the narrow path which ran along the steep cliffs above the crashing waves of the ocean. The heavy overcast sky and roar of the powerful waves that broke across the rocks far below gave the monks a sense of the strength of the storm that had pasted earlier in the day. Everything around them was gray ... just different shades of gray. From the almost black gray of the wet rocks, to the lighter gray of the cold forest. The landscape was mono-colored in gray with the exception of the Monks. They were dressed in bright yellow robes. The older monk also wore the purple sash denoting his higher status of church, Honorary Prelate Deacon of the Chosen Ones of Purity.
Bhak Watty, was the senior Monk. He and his Acolyte Hans were on a journey that began 20 days ago to a town named Skalafellon. The two monks had not spoken for hours until Bhak spoke.
“Walking has several purposes,” Bhak explained all of a sudden. “For personal and inner growth. The grueling cold, the rain and snow and hail can be ignored. Walking helps with detachment from the world, in order to go within yourself” he told the younger man.
“I understand, master” the other answered. The two continued in silence for 30 more minutes.
“What are your thoughts” Bhak Watty asked.
“I have never met a … demon before” the younger man said. The fear could be heard in his voice.
“She does not like being called that and don’t use succubus either, she really hates that. Call her a fiend or even better, simply an assassin.” The older monk instructed
“Yes master” The young man replied
“It is natural to fear them… Succubi are almost impossible to kill and they enjoy drinking our life force. But the god of purity placed us upon this quest and he is watching over us. So there is nothing to fear.” Bhak pointed out.
“But Master … the god of purity only spoke to you. Is he watching over me too?” The man asked.
“Our God selected me and I chose you. Therefore, you are also protected.” Bhak explained.
“But if that is the case… are you not in some small way in control of the god of purity? Who have selected who he is to protect?” The man asked.
“Ahh I understand your logic and thoughts on this subject. But you forget that the god has the choice of not selecting me. He is ultimately making all decisions by making a single choice. It is his gift.” Honorary Prelate Deacon clarified. The two were silent for a minute, then Bhak spoke again.
“Did you know ... that I have dedicated this journey to The Herald of the Heart.” Bhak told the younger man.
“Loveleen was a wonderful member of the church! Under appreciated if I may say so. She helped opened many hearts.” The young man said with sadness in his voice.
“I can’t agree more” Bhak agree. “Look we are almost to Skalafellon. The person we seek is known to hang out in The Pub of the Twin Ravens." he stated