Thursday, November 10, 2011

Zealot

penumbra . 3

Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. Decree 41:11

Life’s scars are not manifest in the pale blade of the zealot’s face. He leans forward, that face arranged in an expression he considers to be compassionate:
“It’s not for me that these penances are enacted; your soul is not yours for retail but for the Father to reap when He sees fit.”
He extracts a tool from the box at his feet,
“You may fear me all you want, but my hand is at the command of the highest power; your soul may rest in the knowledge that you have been saved from the Night.”

A man’s salvation is not found in the strength of his belief in God but in the faith that his belief will deliver salvation.

“On the streets they call me a zealot,” he leans forward to whisper in the ear of his barely conscious audience, “...those who still have a tongue to call anyone anything.”
He pauses to allow the screaming to abate, “Behind my back they whisper blasphemous accusations of cruelty and brutality – things they dare not say to my face since such lies would be contradicted in the face of my faith – but brutality is a slanderous misinterpretation of my methods; for am I not kinder than the night?”

So be it; slander is but one of a the many burdens to be borne by the righteous, and one that is compensated by the knowledge that I am merely the hand that brandishes the tools of The Higher Light.

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5 comments:

Harlequin said...

dark, and absolutely intriguing.

Garth said...

Harlequin: so far the zealot is the darkest thread in this story - I'm trying not to create a monster but it's proving difficult not to. :)

Courtney said...

You never cease to inspire :-)

gregrandgar said...
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gregrandgar said...

"A man’s salvation is not found in the strength of his belief in God but in the faith that his belief will deliver salvation."

The required belief here is that their exists a God from whom one must be saved by having faith that His appeasement may be earned by obedience; that the threat is the solution; the question the answer. Sounds like a mafia protection racket. Well framed.
—yodood