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Brotherhood of the Bloodstone
(Flash Fiction)
Brotherhood of the Bloodstone
Flash Fiction — Daniel Casey
The unforgiving stone walls echoed his own cries back at him, merciless and uncaring.
If only he had known the true cost of accepting the Brotherhood’s invitation. The eternal price of donning the bloodstone ring of power. He stilled his voice, throat torn asunder once again from his primal screams of release.
A life of service, for the return of a his sight. Recently blind from a sword cut across the face, such an offer was a redeption to a damned man. The youngest son of an indifferent father, his options had been limited. But then the brotherhood had taken him in. Prestige and power were his, along with the life of an asthetic.
Commitment to the brotherhood was absolute, the only release was through death. Again he questioned if he had chosen right.
Just then a knock sounded at the door, “Father Gandon, the redeemed is recovering. We heard the screams stop, have you vanquished the exorcised demons? Are you ready for the healing to begin?”
“Yes Simon, they were strong this time but they’re gone now, you may unlock the doors now and let me out. Tell the healers I’ll meet them at the temple.”
Father Gandon lifted himself off the stone floor with difficulty, groaning as he heard the locks click open, the guardian muttering to lift the wards. Internalizing another’s demons… Who would have thought that the hellion he started out as would end up like this, redeeming his people’s eternal souls?
Copyright — Daniel O Casey (2018)
