Prayer in the Storm, by Coil

Published: Dec 28 2007

Coil walked around the altar, looking around once more. He sighed as he fell to his knees before the altar. He drew his blades, laying them before him. He removed his battle worn breast plate. He placed his armor next to his blades. He began to speak his thoughts out loud. My Queen, I do not posses and eloquent tongue. Nor am I the wisest in lore or knowledge. I am strong, I am faithful. There is a storm of coming My Queen. The Wrathbringer charged me with protecting the temple from such a storm long ago, before I could protect anyone but myself. Now the years have past, and I have grown stronger. He is gone My Queen, not seen in almost a year. The War Priest has fallen. The Hand Maiden calls herself Priestess. Guide me My Queen, use me as your tool, and instrument of Your will. He slowly replaced his armor, sheathing his blades, Coil rose to his feet. He took one last look at the altar before turning into a shadowy mist. His words echoed in his mind as he left. For thee my Queen, for thee.