Grimoire 1: Sheep's Clothing by Nathan K.O. & Clint Looney

Author:Nathan K.O. & Clint Looney
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Screams swept in waves through the village as Sheepdog Priar sprinted toward the Kingsmen's sick-building. Cool, implacable wrath pounded in his veins and tinted his vision red. Priar promised to cure the ill. He swore to reunite spouses and siblings, and they believed him. Priar blinked away tears. His jaw clamped like a vice, and he tasted his bloody gums.

"Lord." Priar choked out the words as he ran. "Tell me how I failed, and earned Your vengeance. How can I make right my wrongs? Help me act in—"

Tortured bellows sounded. A cannibal villager rounded a building, and her eyes snapped to Priar. "Sheepdog!" she screamed. "I see you! Run! RUN!" The woman sprinted at Priar with teeth dripping blood, and her left leg went slack as Priar shot her through the chest. The cannibal twisted and crumpled in place. Calm as a stone, her Sheepdog aimed and shot her twice in the head.

"Help me act in wisdom, not in fear," Priar whispered. "Guide me down the bright path. Answer me now—for good people die while I falter."

Priar closed in on the storehouse. He saw no hooded figures, no stoic Kingsmen at guard. The doors stood an inch ajar, showing flickers of strange light within. Priar gripped a door handle, heart thudding, and pulled. The door creaked back an inch on corroded runners. He heard people working inside and risked a glance.

"BLASPHEMY!" God's Messenger roared in Priar's head. A man's voice, alloyed with thunder. The preacher screamed, gripping his temples and kneeling. The mind-voice dropped to a lethal purr, like saw-mill blades on vertebrae. "Did you forget My orders, Sheepdog? Drag yourself out of My sanctum."

"Forgive me, Lord, I come to beg your—"

"I gave you ONE FUCKING JOB!" The Messenger's voice boomed like end times. "Control the sheep, and keep them FAR from me. You failed, and you want My help? Inbred cunt." The light from the storehouse squirmed, bathing Priar's face with inhuman color. The divine voice stopped to inhale, and His words sank to human volume. "Tell me you got rid of the two travelers."

Priar gritted his teeth. "No, Lord."

"Damn you, what a mess. Priar, do you know why I chose you to serve Me? You share a noble trait with Me—we both love destroying the faithless. I spent time and trouble molding you in My image, and I thought you would go any length for the Lord's love. Now I doubt you. Explain why I still need you, Sheepdog."

Priar struggled to his feet. "I came to save my people. The sick rise from their beds. They hunt us like beasts, Messenger."

The soundless voice barked a laugh. "Back from the grave! What a miracle. Careful what you pray for, my child."

"I'll burn the plague out of Lavigne." Priar unholstered his gun. "The Kingsmen failed us. Let me inside, Lord. I'll kill the rest of the sick to save my people."

"You ignorant SHIT, I still need them!" Priar flung himself down and howled in pain. God's Messenger growled. "Go back to your church and do penance.

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