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Saint Slayer of the Passover 1st season chapter 3Saint Slayer of the Passover Chapter 3
He gasped for moment before he realized it was his brother.
Lousis gently wrapped his arm around him and leaned closely against his brother back with a little giggle.
"Lousis" Clovis called him with quiet voice. "w-what are you doing here in my bed?" he began to feel a little anxious about it.
One of the rules in the dorm, number ten was not to sleep in someone else bed. Because many popes may think students made out with each other that's completely taboo.
"It's snowing again." Lousis said as he looked out the window. "You always have trouble sleeping, right?"
"b-but, if the father sees us, we'll get in trouble."
"Does it really matter? We're brothers. What can it possible go wrong with that?" Lousis yawned and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
That's right. How can I forget, Clovis told himself with a surprise.
Saint Slayer of the Passover 1st season chapter 2[Three years later. 1876 A.C]
It was another winter season in England at Catholic private school. Pure white snow poured down while the freezing cold wind created blizzards crystals on the window glasses.
The school was built with six different campuses along with a church that reached the entire fifteen blocks. It could held more than thousands of students with all the grade levels.
The dorm room had four different directions build with grade levels. The west wing dorm was only for kindergarten to elementary. The east wing was for middle school. North wing was for high school students. And finally dorm building south was only for graduate students. Councils and premium learners to become the priest or leader were allowed to stay in south wing.
Each dorm wings has its own leaders who check every single thing from morning to night. The rules in the school were very strict and brutal. No students were allowed to more out in their ro
Saint Slayer of the Passover 1st season chapter 1Saint Slayer of the Passover Chapter 1
Strong massive gravity fluctuated by someone threw the boy against the cement wall. Lurid crash impact sound reverberated with a stunning pain ran down on the boy's spinel core. He yelped with eerie scream the moment, he heard his upper right rib break and tumbled onto the ground that landed flat on his stomach. Several broken pieces crumbled off the wall and fell right on top of his back.
The fire kept on rising as it spread throughout the entire house with dark black jet smoke, formed a twisted cyclone storm. The room heated up that created a hazard like a dessert in a summer. The flames continued to burn the objects as it made its own sounds.
He continued to lie on the ground with cuts all over his body. The sound of the ringing echoed through his ears as the heart pounded faster and faster. Warm, hot scarlet red blood began to bleed out of the opening wounds. It was like an endless hell surrounded by fire.
Saint Slayer of the Passover 1st season prologue 0If there's a god who sees everything yet he doesn't do anything to help
The people who needed it.
I rather throw away my pride and Rebel against the lord.
Even if it means for the heavenly kingdom to write my name as sinner.
I'll despise the lord.
I won't admit the existence of the lord.
Because the scars god has left me Was something, I'll never forgive.
I'll continue to follow my own oath
Without god's help
As soon as I realize it
It was already too late to change
No matter how many times I Tried to walk out of it.
There's no end for sinners who went against god
Why didn't I realize it before it happened?
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