#jestus

40 years ago

On Fortuna’s Shores

Two Star-Crossed Lovers Met

A Union of the Holy and the Happy

Soon ended with one word…

The bells rang out as mass would soon start, the people of Fortuna began to take their daily walk towards the cathedral devoted to worshiping their lord and savior. One young man, known best for being one of the most devoted members of the church, began to run late as he couldn’t find his scriptures entailing the stories told of his Lord’s awakening to humanity’s plight. 

Forgive me Lord Sparda I would never fall so short of your expectations normally.

The young man swept back his almond locks away from his face as he finally happened upon the holy book he had been searching for. The man sighed with relief as he quickly donned his white hood. He dashed into the almost emptied streets, clutching the holy words to his chest. Not looking where he was going, he ran into someone. A man around his own age, and from the looks of it, a man not of the Order’s world.

A foreign man…

“Apologies, I had no intention of standing in your way.” The foreigner spoke as he offered his hand to his now sole companion in these empty streets.

“It is alright, I had not seen where I was going, but you best leave now. Unless you wish to join us today brother.” The churchman shot back as he was helped to his feet by the stranger. 

“I would not mind sitting in on your congregation if you’ll only permit me.” The mysterious man in black spoke. Once getting himself together, the man of the church finally looked at the stranger. The man had short, black locks falling just above his brows, with eyes unlike any the layman had ever seen before: one eye of dark brown, and the other of light blue. 

Almost reminiscent of the Savior…

The layman was taken aback by his own thoughts, shaking it off.

“Join if you wish, do not disturb us.” The layman said as he brushed off his church clothes and began to walk towards the church. 

“Will you at least tell me your name before you leave?” the stranger called after him.

“Sanctus, and you?”

“Arkham.”