BP4L's Collection of Toaru Works

ReinerBraun's Request.

Sup. Sorry for missing Touma's part, i don't know much about him to try and imitate him. I do, in fact have written his part, but i don't think it's good enough so i might as well not include it. Anyways, it's pretty boring, but i am pretty damn proud of it. So... Please enjoy?

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"Again?"

"Yes, father. More and more of it kept happening. Such blasphemous acts must be handled accordingly, but I believe this one scales even above us."

A priest. Old of age, wisdom showing itself upon his greying and withering hair. His wrinkling hand tightly clutching onto the cross hanging by his neck. The man sighed, appearing calm in the midst of a chaotic rift he has found himself in.

"How many...?"

Although vague, the emotions conveyed through his voice made it clear what he meant. The Nun herself is just as uncomfortable with the subject brought up.

"68 passed, father."

His fleeting age is the least of his concern. More and more of his brothers, apostles of God are picked off day by day. The 2nd coming is nigh. Even as a priest, he is not confident of himself. No man is free of sin. The love of God won't be enough to save him from it, and he will suffer in hell for it.

For the biblical signs of his 2nd coming are present here and there, and many more to come. Where the faithful and the knowledgeable are to be taken swiftly, and shall the unfaithful and foolish of minds rise into power will his coming be more apparent. The age of the Unwise is near just like it had been foretold.

Whereas some of the most faithful of hearts, the most prodigious in the subject of heavens and those who are more saint than most are sent to hell. Who is he, but a mere priest, a small ant in comparison to them. Them, larger than him are sent to hell, and who is he to not expect the same? For the kingdom of Heaven isn't a path he is allowed to venture upon. As it is a place where he does not belong.

"Sister Rosetta. Would you please inform the Imagine Breaker of the current condition regarding the Eastern Church..."

The shaky tone is palpable even to the deaf ears. Bowing, bidding her goodbye, she walked back to the door she came from, leaving the man alone with the present of God before him.

The priest looks up to the altar. Statues of angels looked down on him. Lights dimmed, shadows crept. The ice melting seeping into the building, flowing down onto the eyes of the statues, painting an image of a crying angel.

His knees wobbled, he fell to his knees. Yet his head kept steady. Staring at the iron cross. Not long after, he wept his heart out. How could he not? God condemns his kind to hell for what the brothers and the sisters did, and this is his torment.

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Stars visible from the darkened sky. Snow flying along with the howling wind, rattling tree branches against the broken down wall.

A hint of iron wafting around, persisting, lingering in the air despite the blowing wind. Layers of snow are now covering the corpses. Red crimson bloods no longer visible, now hid under the icy blankets.

A campfire, its fire cracking, radiating heat, turning any ice crystals near it into liquid. A ghostly hand hovers on its side. Fragile fingers, it's skin delicate as thin papers.

A quiet sniffle. Accelerator's nose had turned red from the cold. The heat provided isn't enough and he can't depend entirely on the fire to keep him warm. If only the brat's stuff hadn't been plastered all over with those frogs, maybe then he'd-

"I told you to bring some blankets, didn't I, master~?"

The albino just wouldn't give the oversized bug the pleasure of angering him. So he retorts to just angrily grumbling, not even looking at the annoying girl levitating directly above him.

Nevertheless, the girl grinned still.

"There were more of them earlier, wouldn't you agree, master~? They must've caught on to what we were doing."

"Your point?"

"Let's go back home, master~. Lay low for a bit before continuing. They're no fun like this, am I right~?"

He understands what she meant. They've been on the road for a little over 2 months now. 60+ days of hunting down his enemies, or at least what remains of them. Going back home wouldn't be that bad of an idea, he's starting to get kind of irritated by the constant snowing anyways.

Plus he does kinda miss that damned brat. She made him promise to go back and visit on February 14th, which was weeks ago. He wondered how pissed off the damned brat would be now that he's missed it...

He can't help but imagine laying on his bed again. No longer does he have to endure constant freezing and feeling of anxiety as his battery runs low each and every night without seeing any civilization at sight.

For once he felt homesick...

"Sure."

His companion appeared pleased by the confirmation. Even she could get tired of things.

...

"A bit borin' innit, master~! Let's do something a bit more interesting, shall we~?"

The albino answered but stopped himself when he noticed a hint of pink hovering, moving from above him to his front. The lack of gap

"There's this game 2 people usually play in their free time, master~. And I think you're gonna like it."

His companion fished something deep in a socket on her dress. Wiggling her hand as if looking for something. Soon enough, she pulled her hands out and ta~da~.

"Let's play cards!"

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