This is Gospel

Shoulders were slumped down and eyes were directed at the ground while he made his way towards the room were Eleos should be. He had been looking over his shoulder the whole way to the ruins they called home, afraid the men he had met at the tavern might be following him. They had been drunk, and noisy and they had irritated him. Aloysius had just get mad when they kept pushing him against his shoulder. Maybe he should’ve just walked away. It was not like he had been drinking anything. Yes, walking away would’ve been better, but the man wasn’t good at making good decisions. Instead, he had snarled at them with his fangs exposed, one of the things that marked him as an undying.

And they had known that too.

Even in the foggy state their minds had been in, they had seen his teeth and they had been able to figure out what it meant. One of them had started shouting at him while another had tried to get a hold of him so he wouldn’t be able to get away. Unfortunately for them, he was stronger and faster and it had only taken him a second to get out of their grip. It had taken everything for him to walk to the door on a normal tempo. He didn’t want to give someone else a reason to believe what the men were shouting. They were drunk, who would believe drunk people?

Aloysius hadn’t dare to run away, not when people might still be looking. It was only later, when he had crossed the border of the cursed reach, that he had thought about the fact he might have led those people to his home. That it didn’t even matter anymore that he had walked towards there in a normal rate. Everyone who crossed the border and went into the cursed reach, was either mad or one of those undying. He hoped people would think the first, but after the shouts of those few men, their minds would probably jump to the second option.

”Do you think he would be mad?” The words were mumbled when he spotted the older man standing a few feet away from him. ’Yes.’ The answer came from the voice inside his head, the one that had started to talk when they had snatched him from the street and put him in a dark cell. ’I’m pretty sure he would kill you.’ Shut up was the only thing that left his lips in an answer while he moved forward. He knew it was almost impossible to kill an undying and yet the words from Les Malin made him nervous. Nervous enough that the first words that left his lips, probably didn’t make any sense for the man in front of him.

”I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Even when the words were mumbled, they still reach him. Becoming an undying had sharpened his hearing, but sometimes he wished it wouldn’t have. Those words only made him more nervous. He knew very well it wasn’t the first time he did something wrong, something he shouldn’t have done. He had been safely locked up before he got drained completely, and now they couldn’t keep him in a dark room anymore.

Or he liked to believe they couldn’t, wouldn’t lock him up again.

Aloysius had been looking at the ground, but when Eleos ordered him to close the door, he looked up again. Blue eyes widened slightly when he realized what it actually meant. A closed door was never a good sign. Ever since they had grabbed him from the streets and had locked him up, he had a fear of closed doors. It meant there wasn’t an easy way out anymore and as soon as the door fell shut, he would feel trapped again.

And yet, despite all the thought going through his head, he obeyed Eleos. He wouldn’t dare to do anything different. ”I promise I didn’t do it on purpose. I shouldn’t have snarled at them, but they made me mad and I had to do something.” The man talked fast. The faster he talked, the faster it would be over. ”I don’t know if they followed me here. They were drunk, so I don’t think anyone believed them and I don’t think they were able to follow me.” And if they did, they would probably die soon. The words were left unsaid, but they both knew they were true. If they made it to the castle, they would be killed by the undying that lived here. If they managed to get here before the ones beyond saving got their claws on them.

”I didn’t mean to.”

The words the man in front of him spoke, make Aloysius go quiet. Was there a reason he needed to do something because he got mad? ”They wouldn’t have stopped poking me if I hadn’t gone mad.” An answer to the first question, and a half answer to the second. Now that he thought back on it, he had acted childish. He could’ve just walked away instead of showing his fangs first before he had done exactly that. ”They were drunk, and they wouldn’t leave me alone.” He almost felt ashamed he had reacted like that now that the question was asked. He could’ve gotten them all in danger. What if they actually had managed to convince a few people they were telling the truth and that they were on their way here with fire and weapons and whatever they could find in an attempt to kill an undying?

The answer to the next question came faster than the answer to the other had come. He hadn’t killed them. Aloysius had only once killed someone, and that was when he had to feed for the first time. He hadn’t let it come that far since that night, not even when the voice in his head was telling him he should kill people so he could show them he was better. ”No, I haven’t killed anyone. I just walked away and left them there.”

Of course. He didn’t kill them, but if they had really followed him, others probably would. Only the thought was enough to send a shiver down his spine and he clenched his fists at his side. He had been stupid and it probably wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened.

You should go back and kill them.

The man shook his head like he had done so many times in an attempt to keep the voice quiet. The voice that had kept him company for so long. It just kept echoing in his, telling him over and over again he should go back and finish the job. Aloysius grabbed the sides of his head and a groan left his lips. His knees buckled out from under him and with an audible tudd, his knees hit the floor beneath him. It seemed like the man hadn’t even noticed it while he started to rock back and forth, telling the voice over and over again to shut up.