The Witches, the Peasants, and the Beggars -UF

Fetters of the Godly

As the world continue its path around the sun, allowing the changes  from season to season it  also made way for the passage the Archbishop as he paved for  Holyland as he mold  it to his own vision of perfection.  As his methods were evil by the eyes of man, in the light of the new god his action were seen as necessary and his god-rite as a head of his church and state.  As his company knew now the truth of his godawful leadership they could do nothing but watch as him and his God's new policy as it divided the people by class, and by the unworthy and the unfaithful.  As the new gods rule became more and more burdensome, what was left of the population gave up on living a life filled with  expeditions they could never fell. 

 As the masses abandoned the last faith standing between them and salvation, they also ceased to believe the life they live was one which had absolutely no meaning, even if they put there everlasting loyalty into the him and his followers, nothing could help them in the final step toward the afterlife.

 Knowing that at the moment of ones death, even if they lived a life with the ideas of holy conviction, they had no place  in the world ruled by a new king and his Divine teacher.

 As the New God saw them past from this life to the next; it was as if  watching filth ask for a place in the heavenly cosmos they had no rights too. For only his Divine workers had the worthiness to fill the night sky with bright and luminous stars, as it cascade downward to the world in the glorious aura of his own celestial kingdom.  

  Not these dim flash lights they call by any other name, they had no place in the heavens nor did they have a place in the same kingdom befit for God and his Chosen.  As if they felt the uselessness the New God bestowed upon the masses, they felt life was a game only won by the machination of the Archbishop and his New God.  As they wished for freedom from the spiritual dictatorship they had no other choice to take refuge within the walls, as for the outside was  filled with dangers never seen by the likes of men. As the unknown and it's monsters sat at the gate of the kingdom, waiting for any who have courage to face the darkness alone. As they were taught even if they die by combat, no amount of prayers from there loved ones could  bring the soul back from the pits of hell and its devils as they waited for all those who have no right to the kingdom of heaven.

As a cruel joke, as a final act to mock the people of the Holy Kingdom he held a mass prayer  for all those who will never see the light of heaven, as he dictated the message of the New God by means of his saved to convey to the damed the truth they knew already. 

"Now we musn't be angry with the Divine Creator for his will is what fills us saved with the force to pray on behalf of the Damed sitting before me now", he gloated to his congregation, as they were powerless by the law set forth by the Almighty, as the utter defeat of the life sank in to the minds of the many they felt no inclination to fight or debate his judgment.  

Wishing only to flee from a God which grew almost instantaneously before the eyes of the Kingdom, as it became corrupt by him and his own follower, as he so willing made life just so it can fail in every aspect and then only to have them burned by the hell fire which awaited all but his Ordained.   As his follower felt fear for a god they now dedicate there lifes to, seeing that even if they did had immunity from the pits of hell, they would forever live with a God hellbent on the damnation of all his creations.

The more time pasted the more they wish for the gates of hades to open, as hatred grew in the hearts of the Damned, finally realizing if nothing will stop God from banishing them to the firey brimstone then why must they continue to act as if anything they are truly hopeless in life, for the one thing that separated them was the inevitable of  death, as it was the true enemy of ones mortal soul.  

 As the new God laid out law after trivial law, the more the light of the masses began to dim, as if watching the flame of a candle being chocked as the flame begins to decapitate to nothingness.