Fonttale 2: Waking the World!

Chapter Sixteen: The Crippled Calvary

"We've arrived." Symbol and her followers stood in the entrance hall looking about the place. Including herself, there were eight members in the Body of God, but only seven remained. She and her followers acted as one and had a certain way of doing things, but without the full body, God was weakened...she and the devout would need to be careful.

"Remember everyone, we're here to find Ball N' Chain, let's not make any enemies if we don't have to," said Black Widow eyeing her mother.

Symbol ignored her.

She didn't need a child telling her what her mission was.

She already KNEW what her purpose was.

She was the leader of a group of devout people whose ultimate goal was to restore the balance of the world as it was the god's and goddess's will.

All of them.

Fonts were created because they were meant to be. It was no coincidence that the earth began suffering soon after most Fonts were destroyed. Fonts were MEANT to be on the planet, the good and the bad. To destroy an innocent life out of hatred was a sin to every deity. They weren't out to punish however, they only wanted to fix a mistake that either wasn't theirs or had been in the past.

But if the gods aren't respected or obeyed, WE'LL be the ones who are punished. The holy ones will send another demon and kill more people.

Although the members were few, religion was never meant to be a tool to create clubhouses. The Body of God wasn't a group that filled the minds of others with hope or despair, they didn't coax people into their religion with promises of paradise or threats of eternal pain if they didn't join, you either joined forever because you wanted to do everything in your power to help the earth or you didn't. It wasn't the worthy that entered their little family, it was the willing. Those that the Eyes and Voice of God deemed trustworthy and devout would obtain a place in the Body. Sadly, it was difficult to find a follower who would risk or devote their lives to the cause. Those that joined and tried to leave or cause problems would be burned and their ashes scattered to the winds, as they were a danger to the Body and thus the world's future.

We must do the right thing no matter what the cost.

Protect the earth...

Keep the demons at bay...

Each follower was important. There could be no God without perfection and no perfection without everyone present. Ball N' Chain, the Right Leg of God was presently missing and so the world and the gods were without the Body. Yet the faithful carried on, as it was their duty to revive the dead.

We will survive and find the Body's leg.

It is the will of the holy ones for us to carry OUT their will...

"This place gives me the heebie-jeebies," said Sinner Script worriedly. "I can see sin through the floors upstairs, black and building. Devils live here."

Sinner Script was the Eyes of God. Sharp and clever, he could see sin from far away and warn the faithful of danger before it even knew them. He was cowardly and it was his fault one of the faithful was missing, but eyes could not be blamed for closing when danger grew near.

"We mustn't judge before we meet, Script. Besides, surely a big strong man like you can protect us girls..." Widow winked at him mischievously.