An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

A difference in faith

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º-...Holy city of Lindwurm...-º

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Monster attacks, natural disasters, the disappearance of the arm of Diabolos that was left in Midgard, the death of one of the rounds. For fucks sake, t was all bloody chaos out there!

Almost as if suddenly the gods themselves had decided to throw the dices of fate at the table AND then throw the table itself out of the window for good measure. Repercussions be damn...

He was not so innocent to not think that one day things would implode on themselves. But why, why now of all times? No one knew......, and if they did... then they were keeping eerily quiet about it.

And yet, among the silence...there was noise to suffer through. Noise, that had taken the fascinating form of an endless stream of sheets of missives and updates from everywhere he got eyes to watch out for danger.

Merchants, warriors, mercenaries, nobles, cult collaborators, the Rounds, the Church, the Templar's....all of them whining, all of them demanding action and proclaiming themselves to be the more important of the lot, and all of them making Nelson private life a little more tedious if not down right boring.

Mildly surprised at first perhaps given the fact that he knew that the price of paper was cheap, but he was surprised to see these many stuck up so quickly. Too bad he could not just throw the damn piles into the fiery hearth of the chimney situated inside his.

Among them there were even some idiots who said they had seen a Dragon flying in the distance. A Dragon of all things! What were the odds!? Oh the memory was almost too funny to contain, the mirth acting like a soft release from the bitterness that had poisoned him for this long.

Of all the things they could have come up with....they chose the most outlandish, he had heard better lies from drunks. Probably a bunch of idiots out of their collective arses, stupidly drunk or just wanting to make themselves important.

That was what he thought, what he still believed. It would not be the first time.

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However, after these last few days....a silent voice had started to bother him. Trying to make him...unsure of the foundations of his resolved.

In the end, bogus or not, he chose to believe in facts. And if there was one crucial fact that could not he denied was that the calm, simple world he had enjoyed was changing faster than he would have liked it. Like water slipping through cracks, away from his grasp, and he...was incapable of even trying to understand what was the spark that had light the match in the first place.

And the worst thing was not the chaos that was swirling around him, but what followed behind. And that is, the ever growing piles of paperwork

And so, Nelson could only grumble at his present disposition, an eternal frown growing the more and more he kept on listening to one of his adjutants giving him another damned report of what new shit had occurred and he would have to clean.

As expected, it had to do with her dream girl Victoria making a name for herself.

His jaws clenched with the help of years of practice, hands balling into a fist, holding the arms of his chair the more tightly. The shame of it all, even the puppets were moving without warning or command!