Resonance of the Inquisitioner's Blade

"Hello, Jared." The other man said as the light turned on. I covered my eyes quickly as I caught the light too fast. He was sitting at the other end of the table with a canister of Ink and a Quill. There was a large stack of paper on the solid concrete floor and a stool for another man if he chose to join us. I looked back at him and he was smiling with his smile moving the white beard round. "Comfortable?" He asked. He didn't let me respond to his question for a second. "Good, then let us begin. I am Father Richard Kingsly of the Wicklow County Chapel. I am an Interviewer as well as a servant of God, so will you begin your story so we may finish up sometime soon?"

I didn't like him at all. I looked at him and sneered. He wore all black clothing and was a short stubby man with no regards for waist control. I thought him stupid, but that was rude, even in front of a Christian Priest. "So you say God? The Same who has Cursed my Livestock, my Food and my Wealth? The One whom you call, 'Almighty'? Hah! Don't make me laugh!"

His smiled turned back into a frown after hearing me out. What he heard was straight and true because I did not care much about the Catholic Faith anyways. What was the use? They ruled the world and we ruled nothing. Nothing.

I once thought that their faith was a respectable one, so I joined and waited to see how well things would turn over. They failed, miserably. I lost my wife, my kids, my life and my faith. it was a scam.

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