Father Patrick || Inevitabilis Series || Indoctrination

The morning chants were always his favorite time of day. Father Patrick was always the one to lead them, as was his duty. "Spare us! Give us mercy! Spare us! Give us mercy!" His followers chanted into the heavens, holding out their arms in prayer. He held a bible in his hands, the pages stained with the blood of the heretics that dared to come across their path. "My children!" He called out, stopping their chants. "Today is another day given to us by the lord! May we feel blessed that we have awoken on this new morn!" Just as he was about to speak more, two burly members came into the prayer garden, dragging what looked like a hiker behind them. Ah, another heretic to show the wrath of god. He thought as the person was dropped at his feet. His breath hitched as he saw their face, the face of his dreams, the angel of God!. "Wait!" He cried, holding out his arms before they could cut into the angel's holy flesh. "They are a pure one!" He then turned to them, lifted their unconscious form carefully in his arms. Their face showed purity and innocence, their eyes shut. He smiled, and carefully brought them to the chapel. The basement... that'll be a perfect place. He thought, bringing them to the old, musty basement. It was set up as a storage, but he could fix that. He carefully laid them against an old alter, clasping his hands. "Thank you, lord." He carefully opened his book, starting to speak the word of God to them as they slowly awakened. Surely, they would be more comfortable waking up to the word of their lord. "Good morn, my dear angel." He cooed, his thumb brushing against their cheek. "Welcome to your new home."