Work.
Work.
Work.
Work.
My duty is for entirety…
Father Sergei hymns to a close, “Through the prayers of the holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ, our God, have mercy on us and save us…” The people followed with an “Amen.” And everyone came after lining up for blessed bread, and after he disputed it to the eighty-four people who came that day, it was only a Saturday after all. Afterwards, the people began going into the Church’s hall for coffee hour. As the nave emptied out, almost everyone being on their way to the hall now, Father Sergei went back into the altar, cleaned up the sacred table a little bit, and paused for a moment. He looked up into His eyes, Christ upon the cross in front of him… Sergei couldn't be afraid, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't, as much as he was, he rejected it. Placing his hand on the table, bowing his head, and whispering, “Please.. Look over Daniel...” He then went into the back room, changed, and proceeded to the hall, joining the congregation. He stayed for around 30 minutes, talked to some people, had a cup, then looked down at his watch [13:01]. He said his goodbyes and made it for the parking lot.
8.
12.
10.
11.
Oh here it comes again…
He drove for some 15 minutes and tried to still his mind in prayer. Sweat was beginning to grip him, thrice in short intervals, he said, “Lord, have mercy.” under his breath. His car was as Balkan as can be, having a traditional carpet in the backseat as a cushion, something to laugh about, something to bring up his crazy family from the motherland. It made small talk, and that made rather mundane car rides with people a fun pastime. He always offered people rides when he could, to their homes or to church; he always enjoyed the company; after all, he was a celibate… Finally, he arrived at his destination as he pulled into a hospital parking lot.
11.
5.
7.
20.
Hours to count ahead.
He walked in through the front doors, although he changed out of his traditional black garment and into something a bit more casual, that being a normal T-shirt and pants. Strolling by the reception, the two at the front desk greet him, one man and a woman, with the man saying, “Mornin’ Serg!” He answered with a smile, “Afternoon Charlie!" Giving a chuckle as he continued walking, the woman laughed together with him over his silly mistake, how innocent he was. Sergei made his way to the Emergency Department, went into a back room, closed the door, and when he came out, he was wearing the Florida state paramedic uniform…
Work.
Work.
Work.
Work.
Men go mad by watching me…
On the road responding to a call, the harmonious crew was as follows: David, the driver, and one of Father Sergei's spiritual children. He was a convert, coming originally from a lukewarm protestant background. They both met on the job, but Sergei gave him the instruction not to refer to him as “Father” while working, because people might not understand what he meant by it. In the back, there was James, and he was chill, enjoying dubstep and philosophy. He had long, curly black hair, a nose piercing, and a beard, a tad unshaven. As an agnostic, he was quite fond of the karmic system, eastern Hinduism, and the like; of course, the three of them have had plenty of decisions about all sorts of things whilst waiting for calls, mortality, spiritual reality, Justice, absolute truths, and so on. And our old timer was sitting as a passenger, Sergei was pushing fifty now, and he was a hardened field veteran, serving the first responder corps for some 25 years now. How does he do it? Serving the priesthood alongside his work? A modified (But still long) schedule, an impressive work ethic, and his parents being family friends with the generous hospital owners.
They continued to respond from call to call, hours went past, and it was a particularly busy day, though. Sergei looked down at his watch, [18:29]. Calls ranged from as small as overreacting parents, who thought their precious children had broken bones, when they only scratched their knees. To the elderly, receiving a heart attack, or falling down the stairs. To very, very severe injuries. Mortal and grave wounds, the type you couldn't show to children, the type no one should see… And now, they were about to receive said call…
Affliction.
Wrath.
Danger.
Horror.
I've only seen the worst of it.
Lights flashed, and sirens screamed as the car shook, racing down the road. En route back to the hospital, bearing with them a car crash victim. His breathing was faint, and a huge chunk of metal was wedged deep into his thigh, with blunt force trauma all over his face and chest. A truck had been involved; he was fortunate to have survived, but his passenger was not… Sergei and James were in the back, checking his vitals and keeping him alive. Sergei, as he worked, asked him, “Alright buddy, could you tell me your name?” He barely whispers it out, “Micheal…” “Ahh- Micheal! That’s a wonderful name! Say Micheal, do you know what your name means?” He takes a moment to stare up at the ceiling blankly, then shakes his head to single no. “It’s extremely unique, one of the only names that is a question- A proclamation more so.” Michael looked at him as he went on to say, “Who is like God? It’s a beautiful name, isn’t it?! ” He began to tear up, and his face clenched, then shook his head to single “Yes.” But Sergei knew he wasn’t tearing up because of his name, but that he knew his friend had died, and the priest's heart was crushed with compassion…
Once they arrived at the hospital, James and Sergei broke open the doors and, with great haste, delivered him to the ER, giving the ready receivers all the information they needed. Then, they immediately run back to their ambulance, jogging through the halls. “What is faith in the face of adversity? Will I ever do anything right? I try to save people, and they are exploited, they are traumatized, they die.. But it is the families who are left wounded… But what a man sows on earth, he will reap, and those who mourn will be comforted. Even if their sorrow is shattering to bear…” And the call that he dreaded reared its ugly face…
As the two of them reach their ambulance, immediately over their radio,
a digital female voice blares through their speakers.
“Medic eleven, respond.
Priority call.
Adult female, severe chest impalement, Lung Puncturer,
Secondary Blast Injury.
Location: 6100 N Nebraska Ave, Ground floor, building collapse.
Caller reports patient unconscious, bleeding, no CPR in progress.
Fire and Police en route.
Time out, 18:42.”
Sergei picked up the radio, “Medic eleven, copy. En route.” And their sirens sounded, speeding off, hades following them behind them as their shadow.
As they drove, everyone focused, ready, pre-pairing themselves for what they were about to see… The air was heavy, and the tension was pressurized. But Sergei knew it was going to hell, he knew it was going to be one of those days.… This was all confirmed when, In his ear, although afar off, subtlety quite-blink and you’ll miss it, he began to hear whispering… Male and female voices intermingled into an incoherent mess of curses or pleas. David, looking over to him as he was gripping his head, trying to keep it together. “Hey!- Yo! Get it together, now’s not the time for this!” Sergei groaned in deep misery, the time is coming, “I know, but my mind fears a great pain.. Let's just get this over with, we finish in a couple hours.” So they drove, and they drove, drove to their sentencing, drove to their obedience. But the voices did not waver. Sergei suffered from what his peers would deduce to be: Σχιζοφρ?νεια. Schizophrenia…
If.
I.
Stop.
Then.
They will get the best of me!
O'!
My!
God!
Keep!
Me from going LUNATIC!
For Lo, as they arrived at the doorstep of their reward, a building reduced to piles of rubble and fire, giant streams of water soaring out from fire engines, with red and blue lights flashing about. As their vehicle screeched to a stop, no man could withhold the laughter of Hades, as he watched with a contorted smile that stretched from ear to ear. And such, as always, our battle-hardened team rushed forth with resolve, despair in their hearts, but not on their tongues. “Help! Help!” yelled a man over the newly formed ridge line, “Over here! She's here!” They caught each other's gaze, then began running even faster up the hill. Tripping, stumbling, nearly falling over, before they reached the top of the hill, and looking down, they saw her… Half of her body from the head down was blown off and charred; from right to left, exposed was her lower jaw and top of her skull, and on the border of what was salvageable, running lines of pus oozing blisters. She was hanging off the ground, impaled by a metal rod through the chest, her shirt ripped open, her bosom exposed. Her left leg was crushed, and her right foot was no more but ash and charcoal. Worst of all these things, she had awoken, and could not do anything else but scream in agony and misery, slowly squirming down her infernal stake as it grilled her from the inside out…
With that beholding time began to move slowly and a tumultuous and great harrowing came-gripping and tearing his mind, body, and soul into an oblivion of division- butchering into separation his thrice singular person- holding in literal severed desolating- ripping into ruin impeding destruction- an infinite impermanence that came with a complete shattering of all senses, henceforth sending him plummeting into a wallowing of screaming only the other side could hear. His body limped over and yet still stood, his mind was swept behind him so that it could see the body, and his soul was swept so that it could see the body and the mind. And the three were stuck in place so that not one of them could move; the body, being unpiloted with eyes empty- knew not what to do other than the mechanical function of breathing. The mind became under siege by some purple unholy thing- that wrapped its inner leg around his neck choking him into certain death- as it held in one hand a hammer and the other a chisel, and it began to bang and crack- break its way into his head. And out came the outcry- the catastrophic cacophony of never-ending shrieking no man could ever bear to hear- rushing forth like great waters from the darkness was demons- wicked abominations and the like- and the number of them was 1,000 and thousands of thousands- engulfing him like jaws of death and he screamed along with them a different shrieking- a call to He that is Holy!
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LORD! JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF GOD, HAVE MERCY ON ME A SINNER!
LORD! JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF GOD, HAVE MERCY ON ME A SINNER!
LORD! JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF GOD,
HAVE MERCY ON ME A SINNER!!!
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???G????I????V?????E????? ????U????P???? ???? W?????E???? ???H????A???T????E???? ???Y????O?????U??? ????
And Instantly a Great flash of infinity rang out the cry of symphony… With it the bulwark of wickedness was blinded and scattered, as they all cursed and gnashed their teeth at it! Here was finally in this moment father Sergei needed, he managed to push off the remaining forces pressing down on him, and faster than thought, his soul grabbed his mind and all three reunited within body…
A huge draw of breath was the first thing Sergei did when once he woke up, followed by coughing and body aches all over, he looked around for his team, although his vision had become terribly hazy. With a dumb look of confusion he saw David and James along with firemen and other paramedics, using the jaws of life to cut the bar and free the woman. Sergei would feel embarrassed if what just happened to him didn't happen, he's had episodes where he's completely frozen up fetal, but that was different. That was an attack he's never seen before… He looked up frantically to the sky, where the climatic battle would be happening at this very moment. He thought to himself, soaked in sweat, “O’ my God, do they not know what is happening right now? Do they not know, whats here?!” He looked back to the situation, the bar had been cut with one strong chomp, and the cruise were finally getting this woman to the ground. She had passed out again, and James spotted Sergei awake and singled him annoyed. Everyone was a little irritated, and the firemen along with them. It's a tough job and a bad look, you're supposed to be reliable, not a house of cards. But they removed the iron stake, another crew took her, and they all went their ways…
On the quiet drive back, as Sergei's heart began to slow down, he tuned to David and was about to speak, yet couldn't, for he felt ashamed. He let everyone down, and the woman will likely die this coming evening because of it… “It's ok father..” David said, face still frustrated, “But, you should probably take the day off tomorrow.” Sergei’s eyes looked to the floor. What was he going to say? An army of demons attacked me? So he simply held his peace, as they went back to work…
They worked for a couple more hours, then finally went to the hospital to clock out… Upon their arrival, everyone was completely exhausted and totally worn out. They all said their goodbyes and each departed their separate way, and as Father was smeared in blood and filth, walking back, he took a seat on a bench, just to catch some fresh air. He let out a big sigh and deflated into his seat, saying to himself, “That was insane. How the hell did- what even?- ugh.. Lord have mercy..” He pulls out his phone, turns off Do Not Disturb, and is instantly bombarded with 164+ Messages. The bulk was from 250+ spiritual children, the rest were from the church council, work emails, event planning, and the list goes on and on… But he was needed at the church, the treasurer was sick, and he was voluntold to pick up the deposit bag for submission tomorrow… Obedience without hesitation, his night was yet over…
The grand wooden doors to that holy dwelling palace did creak open, and gave forth their deep bellowing rattle against the density of silence… The lighting was so harsh, nothing could be seen beyond the little moonlight let in, darker than dark and blacker than black… As father stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back at him, but neither one was the type to flinch. He walked into the unlit gloom, and shadows moved upon the walls, shuffled around corners, and hid behind icons… Each step was an echo, as he walked around to first venerate the icons, each prostration, the feeling of seething mania, face-clawing paranoia; the feeling that someone was with him- watching him. When he finished, he walked over to his office, his eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and just before he exited the Narthex and into the next hallway… He heard a voice behind him, a voiceless whisper “Sergeeei.” And when he turned around, he saw standing in the shadow of the center stands and of the moonlight: The silhouette of a little girl… “Fathher?... What happened to me? Father?..” She stepped forward, and relived against the dim gloom, that no head sat upon her soldiers… She cried out again, “What happened to me? Why couldn't you help me?!” He walked over to her with uneasy compassion, kneeling down to her level… “What was I to do? I’ve prayed for your soul night and day.” She replies, “God has abandoned me.. Why do you deny it? I’m in utter darkness now, wasn't I innocent?- I’m just a kid!!” He goes to respond, “No!-” A thud to their left cut him off and turned his head, laying next to the open doors: Completely degloved from head to toe, a man lying in agony and with scratchy breath. He called to him with a winded whisper, “Father… Why has God done this to me?.. What have I done to deserve this?.. Does he not love me?!..” As he finished, he began to weep bitterly, and Sergei was filled with sorrow. Lowering his head, he began to despair…
Then he heard another bang from behind him, and he jolted and stood up, holding the little girl's hand standing side by side…
Ahead of them was the male washroom, and its door to darkness was open, and nothing could be seen beyond its threshold… And from out of it can a wallowing scream of loathing, misery, “FATHERRR!!” The sound of shuffling footsteps and whimpering followed it, as again it cried out, “FATHERRR!!! RAHHHGGG!!... WHAT DID I DO?!? AGHHHH!- IT HURTS SO MUCH!!...” And out from the darkness the nightmare relived itself; from top to bottom, his husk was scorched into hard black charcoal. His eyelids were peeled back into his head, he had no gums or lips left to bear, and not one hair sat upon his head. His “flesh” cracked open and splintered with every unbearable stride, exposing curtailing bright red meat beneath. Every limp streaked blood, he was naked, and had nothing left to hide… He screamed again, his jaw opening like a ventriloquist, “DOES GOD NOT LOVE ME?! WHAT DID I DO!! WHY COULDNT YOU SAVE ME?? YOU JUST HAD TO OPEN THE DOOR!!!” Finally, he reached the two of them and simply stared. He stared with an uncanny stare, unblinking, unmoving, fixed, dilated. As each breath brushed against them hard from his noseless nostrils… The silence was broken by a voice that was nervous to speak, not daring to lift its head, “You... That day.. I will not forget… But, His love is boundless. Go in peace, you, don't belong here…” Nothing could be heard after that, condensed silence brought all to naught… But then the Fourth-Degree yelled with the might of One-thousand roars, shaking in rage, “.....LIAR!!!” And a wave of mutilated and manglued corpses ran out from the shadows behind. They all laid hands on him and beat him, beat him senseless and without remorse. At first, he stood there and took it patiently, but then it became so great that they brought him to his knees, and then to his back. The moment he made the sign of the cross in his right hand. They all immediately vanished…
He crawled on his stomach, he crawled his bruised body to his office. Only fifty years old, beaten like a dog, struggling to rise to his feet, he finally burst through the door, collapsing once again into his dark room. The only way to see, was a window that let in a beam of moonlight. His office was a big one, fitted with a carpeted floor, a nice couch, and a couple of extra chairs. The deposit bag was safe on his desk. Seeing it, he struggled to get back up, this time landing on the soft couch… His night was finally over, bruised, beaten, struggling to breathe, bleeding from his head and nose. He thought to himself quietly, as he looked up at the starry night, “Glory, Glory to God for all things…” passing out to sleep right then and there, the morrow will come, but now he will rest. The time on his watch read [5:24].
Throughout all of this sorrow and hardship, you may have asked yourself, "Isn't this story about vampires?” and “Where is Daniel?” Well, we are currently about two days in the past, so let's go check in on him.
The house party took place in Marineland, Mary lived in Orlando, and Dainel lived in Tampa. The time was currently 14:54, Dainel, forgetting both his wallet alongside his phone, had no money for a bus, and not wanting to beg for cash, was running along State Highway 60 like a maniac. His black attire was burned and tattered. The day so sunny it was blinding, and so humid, you could cook eggs on pavement; he was set a blaze several more times, passing cars on the road would have described it as, a man wallowing frantically whilst being engulfed by hell. But no cars were around when it happened, how funny… That was until he reached the quiet town of Bartow, where he was slowing down. Being a vampire allowed him to run incredibly fast, but running long was a different story… As each step grew heavier and heavier, until he had dumbbells for feet, he collapsed from dehydration. Huffing and puffing, breathing like a dog, shaking, he looked at his hand. He had already eaten himself again on the road, “Just one more time.” He thought to himself, before a dark red 1964 Chevrolet Impala lowrider pulled over beside him. “Oh my- HA! Finally!” Overjoyed by seeing the window roll down, he grasped the door, lifting himself with a struggle. “Rgh- Sir! Oh good sir, thank you so much! I thought I was a goner! Until you should up-” And when he saw the driver, he couldn't believe it was- “Marquis!?” The old man gave him a steely-eyed look, then shouted at him, “You dumb pale freaky motha fucka! Do'es you’s know how much shit you’ve gotten us all into?! Get in the damn car!- We gotta go!”
DID YOU KNOW THAT!?..
WELL NOW YOU KNOW!!...
