Post by Father Fernando on Jul 20, 2009 2:17:43 GMT -5
The priest found himself in pitch black, laying on cold ground, and completely unable to move. This was definitely on his list of bad things that have happened to him. Possibly number one on that list. Actually, certainly number one on that list, because he just realized that he had never felt hands touch him, and he had been picked up and some how magic'd off to what was starting to smell like death.
Then, moved by the same non-hands, Fernando felt his body slide across the well trimmed grass and his head slam into stone. the last thing he saw before blacking out was a pair of red, flaming eyes.
The priest, a man found sitting idly by a bush under an invisibility charm, was fit. He was physically healthy, mentally ill, and morally grey. He also was almost unknown, only having been involved in a few scuffles and belonging to the lower ranks of a small organization. This man's name, which was truly Fernando Muleteero, was almost as unknown as the name of the being that had him in his unreal hands.
The man, whose head had collided with a tombstone, was lifted into the air by the magical hands. His clothes would just not do. The robes of a priest weren't very much his style. Suddenly, the man was naked, and then clad in a black suit and black, silk robes. That was much better.
Then, seeming to come out of no where, having been hidden under an invisibility spell of its own, came a ring. The ring was nothing fancy. Just a small engagement ring with one stone. It slid neatly onto the left ring finger of Fernando, and that was the end of the priest and the start of something much more.
The man fell back to the ground, landing on his feet. He stood motionless for a few moments, his eyes still closed. The knot on his head from his collision with the tombstone disappeared. His hair, formerly completely bald, grew out. His skin, previously olive toned from his heritage, turned the pale of death. His entire face seemed to thin and turn gaunt.
His hand, claw-like and pale, reached into the robes. He pulled out a wand, thirteen inches long and ash. Along the length of the wand was carved a snake, spiraling from one end to the other. The wand had killed many, and that heavy weight seemed almost like a visible aura.
He then opened his eyes. His bright red eyes. The pupils contorted into slits.
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