Resurrection

Chapter 32 : Songs of the Valkyrie

Blessed is the mere mortal who walketh not in my company, nor stands in my way of punishing sinners for he may delight in the divine providence set down by the mythical whimsies of a biblical fallacy. Put more simply, the religious hypocrites that surrounded me were too absorbed in their bibles to really notice the animal instinct or that gut feeling that there was something odd about our beloved brother Abraham. The evolution of man from apes and Neanderthals changed their levels of cognition but their sixth sense had faded into obscurity. It was only the truly enlightened that walked around me and felt that follicle-tingling sense of suspicion  that they were in contact with true evil.

 After a few days of sleep deprivation, food deprivation and the odd bout of physical punishment, they continued to try and wear my host down. A knock at the door this time brought forth the Father in all his glory. This time he was not wearing ministerial robes but instead adorned a more military-like costume. He was neat in contrast to my urine soaked rags.

Yes I can urinate on cue. Remember that my survival was through disguise.

They had already tied me into the chair for today's 'education' and Father Brian sat across from me.

"Hello Abraham. I know this much be tough for you, and know that it breaks my heart just to see you suffer like this."

I forced my tear ducts to attempt some water works and could finally leak out a responsive tear as I raised my head up finally and stared into his face.

"When you're a father you have to discipline your children to set them on the right path, and it hurts you every time. But you know that it will give them the right values. So every time you smack them, scold them or admonish them in some way, even through all the tears, theirs external and yours internal, you are doing the right thing. The righteous thing."

I continued to stare at him with my pathetically human face.

" Of course being a father of a congregation is no different. Your people are your family and when they are new, they are borne to us like a new child, still requiring guidance and values. I believe you are a good man Abraham already and while I know this is all painful, you will be an even better man and I will go to sleep at night knowing that. "

He placed a hand on my shoulder as he raised himself up.
"So please don't give up, stay the course, and know that we want you to be an important part of our family."

On that note, he walked out of the door, leaving a set of rosary beads hanging off the chair.

****

They gave me a few moments to reflect on the Father's words before a new captor came in and he had a different style.

"Forget what the Father said. You will crack, you will give up and then we'll show you the door. That's what the weak and unworthy do. Oh and hello by the way, you can call me Ned." He said.

Suddenly it was back to my dramatic persona.

"I won't give up. I fucking promise you."

"Those are stern words, though we do not appreciate the cursing for that."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the rosary beads from the chair and started flogging my back with them.

At that moment, I felt a surge of pain spread across my back and for once I felt human. I was actually starting to get irritated by this.

" I think you need to say some hail Marys for that vile language, in a place of God and all."

He hit me more times, letting the rosary beads dig into the skin with each slap.