It's hard to deny the extra-ordinary when you're sucked through to a world that is not of our time or place. So the logical side of me, the practical side, wants to say that there is just random chance that murders are taking place since I paid back my deal with the devils. But I'd just called naive. And I'd be the one calling myself that.
In two harbors, so far, we've heard about murders of children. Blonde boys. Just like the twin boys at the cathedral in New Madrid. I believe they were molested by the man who was... sacrificed? Ritually murdered? Whatever. My question now becomes why are these murders following us port to port? Is it a member of our crew? A deranged man who heard the rumors or details of what happened in New Madrid and is now acting out some sick fantasies of his own? I do not wish to suspect any of my crew, but that is almost preferable to the alternative...
The idea that we are being haunted by the spirit of the priest who was ritually murdered. And he, unable or unwilling to attack us directly, is harming those most similar to the boys he harmed in his life. But rather than simple molestation, he is re-enacting his sacrifice on them. Is this a torture to me? I do not hold myself responsible, I do not hold the knife, after all, but if I was the one who threw the first stone and now a rock slide has begun... I should be the one who works to find a way to stop it.
We pull into Deiking today. This city is large, and hopefully has fewer blonde children. But I hope to find some spiritualist... often cranks and fools back on Earth... I cannot deny that they may be my only hope here in Caribdus.
In two harbors, so far, we've heard about murders of children. Blonde boys. Just like the twin boys at the cathedral in New Madrid. I believe they were molested by the man who was... sacrificed? Ritually murdered? Whatever. My question now becomes why are these murders following us port to port? Is it a member of our crew? A deranged man who heard the rumors or details of what happened in New Madrid and is now acting out some sick fantasies of his own? I do not wish to suspect any of my crew, but that is almost preferable to the alternative...
The idea that we are being haunted by the spirit of the priest who was ritually murdered. And he, unable or unwilling to attack us directly, is harming those most similar to the boys he harmed in his life. But rather than simple molestation, he is re-enacting his sacrifice on them. Is this a torture to me? I do not hold myself responsible, I do not hold the knife, after all, but if I was the one who threw the first stone and now a rock slide has begun... I should be the one who works to find a way to stop it.
We pull into Deiking today. This city is large, and hopefully has fewer blonde children. But I hope to find some spiritualist... often cranks and fools back on Earth... I cannot deny that they may be my only hope here in Caribdus.
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