Conrad banged his head on the long oak library desk. He’d
been in the large Vatican library since seven o’clock in the morning trying to
decipher ancient Greek/Latin letters written on a clay tablet allegedly from
St. Aristides of Athens . One of the many sancti obscuri that the Church seemed to have forgotten
about. It was believed he was of the earliest Theologians that tried to
compare the belief structures of the early Christians with the other religions
around 134 A.D.
There was very little known about St. Aristides of Athens
and that’s why Conrad was so frustrated. This tablet he was studying was a
mishmash of languages and forgotten gods of antiquity and each god seemed to
have the powers of heaven and hell at their fingertips, or tentacles, or
whatever body part they had. It was very frustrating to see the traits of Jesus
and the Catholic God represented by so many of the ancient world’s gods.
It came as a hard
stop shock to Conrad that so much of what he believed about Christianity and
his chosen faith seemed to be borrowed so heavily from the religions that
existed far before Jesus ever placed a worn out sandal on the soils of the Holy Land . He always knew that some of the stories of
Jesus and the New Testament were slightly altered version of Egyptian Osiris
lore and other more recent cultures, but the stuff collected by St. Aristides was a marvel.
The message of all
these ancient gods did seem the same though. Conrad was relieved at that. All
these gods, for the most part, preached love and tolerance and fairness. It
seemed this was a message that all cultures everywhere were trying to achieve.
That gave Conrad hope and the faith that perhaps all these gods were actually
the one true God trying to get an early message out but wasn’t able to convey
it property to the savage and underdeveloped early people of the world.
Which then created a
seed of slight doubt in Conrad; how could an all powerful God not be able to
reach the beings he had created? Or make them understand the true nature of
Earth and the Kingdom
of Heaven ? Conrad rubbed
his eyes again and looked up at the large clock facing him. It was nearing six
o’clock in the evening. Conrad felt his stomach growl and he realized that he
hadn’t eaten his lunch. He stood from the long table and stretched and cracked
his back. The seats in the library weren’t all that comfortable and he felt as
if his leg was asleep. He rubbed his thigh and shook his right foot about
trying to get the feeling back. He hated that pins and needles feeling.
“Ahem”, sounded a
gravelly voice.
Conrad looked up
from his leg to see Father Batista looking sternly at him.
“Oh, Father, excuse
me. It’s just that I’ve been sitting so long that… I’m just a little stiff”,
said Conrad.
“What is it you’re
working on”, asked Father Batista.
“Just a little
translating from St. Aristides of Athens
Father”, said Conrad.
Father Batista
looked over the books spread on the library table and the notes Conrad had been
scribbling for the last few hours.
“Rather heavy stuff
wouldn’t you say”, said Father Batista.
“Very interesting,
certainly”, said Conrad.
Conrad watched
Father Batista hover over the table. He couldn’t tell if he was genuinely
curious or was spying.
“Is there something
I can do for you Father”, asked Conrad.
“No. No. I just
happened to see you dancing around the table like St. Vitus and I wanted to
make sure you hadn’t become possessed by the Devil”, said Father Batista.
Conrad chuckled a
little as Father Batista smiled at him wryly.
“Yes, Father, I’m
fine. No Devil in my blood”, said Conrad.
Father Batista
closed the large tome Conrad had been scanning for the last several hours. It
made a loud thud that echoed through the empty library.
“Would you like to
join me for dinner Brother Conrad? We have much to discuss”, said Father
Batista.
Conrad felt a chill
run through his spine. The light seemed to drain from overhead as the sun began
to set outside, long shadows started to appear on the walls of the library and
Conrad could swear he could hear cement cracking.
“I appreciate the
offer, but I really must get back to my work”, said Conrad.
“How unfortunate.
There really is so much I wish to talk to you about”, hissed Father Batista.
“Really Father, I
appreciate the offer…”, said Conrad.
Conrad froze with
fear. Father Batista’s eyes started to bleed and a fire blazed forward.
“I insist”, growled
Father Batista.
The light in the
library was doused, swallowed by the sounds of hell.
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