Seduction of a Princess

Chapter Ten: The Demon in the Monastery

Hiya everyone!

I managed to translate the second story Terrance will tell you. I had originally wanted to write a new one, but finally settled for using one that I had already written. Unfortunately, that means I am slowly running out of pre-written stuff... :O

It's a good story, I guess. In fact, my personal favorite, because of the ending. But you just read and don't let my own opinion spoil your tabula rasa; I'd much rather like to hear what you think of it!

Enjoy!

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          “Once upon a time, there was a city named Oakes. You may have heard of it—after all, it’s only the third-greatest city in the Wooden Province, and the first city to surrender to the Everin Family when they began their quest to conquer the Seven Kingdoms and turn them into provinces. That was about eighty years ago, wasn’t it? Around the time that Oakes was famous about one other thing as well…”

          “What?” June asked.

          “Their monastery. Prior to the Kingdom of Wealthorn and the rule of the Everins, Christianity wasn’t very widespread; many pagan religions dominated the belief in God and His Angels. So to have a monastery devoted to the Lord in the city was something quite uncommon. Perhaps even the sole reason why the Everins began their conquest with Oakes—but that is not relevant to the story. What is relevant, is that this monastery had the largest library in the whole of Wealthorn, and beyond some say. Every bit of written knowledge could be found here, especially knowledge about the supernatural.

          “Now you need to understand, this was a time before there was a Royal Mage to attend to any supernatural problems of the kingdom. The people of Wealthorn did not have anywhere to turn to with problems like those of witches or alchemists or”—Terrance shot a spiteful look to Marc—“werewolves. So the monks of Oakes helped them by using their books, their rituals, and found ways to dispose of werewolves and vampires and the likes of them.

          “Before long, it had become an annual celebration; every year, in the summer, people gathered in Oakes to honor their God and see how the monastery killed the monsters brought to them during the last year. Everybody enjoyed this feast where the damned got sent back to where they belonged: to Hell.

          “But the only one who did not enjoy the festival of slaying demons, was the Devil. Every year, on this appointed day of the damnation of damned, He came to Earth, disguised as an ordinary traveler, and He watched how the faithful monks killed his servants. His demons were no match for the monks’ superior magic—their divine magic. He watched and every year, His spite grew larger.

          “Until one year, when it finally was too much for the Devil to take; the whole festival was an insult to Him and everything He stood for: the sins that gave many a man so much pleasure in their lives. He thought this had gone on long enough, and He would get back at those filthy monks of that cursed monastery, as a sneaky plot formed in His horned mind.

          “That year as well, the Devil walked through the city gates of Oakes, disguised as a young traveler with an Oakwood staff and a leather satchel, to watch the festival that would once again diminish the demonic numbers on Earth. With much dissatisfaction, He abided the yells and screams of the crowd while they demanded how the vampires had to be judged by God and the werewolves should never receive His mercy. The one witch that had been captured a month or so ago was burned at a stake at first, and her death cries made the crowd go wild. The witch cried for forgiveness as the fire around her grew larger, and she cried for mercy and she cried for anything but this. But the crowd kept yelling for her death.