"So now as I have heard it shall you hear it too." said the shadowed man, "Are you ready for my secrets?" he asked with a grin.
"Yes Priest." the disciple said with his head lowered. The disciple lifted his head and pulled back his hair to expose his forehead.
The Priest retrieved a knife from a holster in his belt. He stuck the point of the blade into the tip of his finger and twisted to ensure that it bled. He allowed a drop to fall on the head of the disciple. And as it hit a vision went through him.
"Is this truly how the kind hearted end?" lightly spoke the man in the shadow of the door.
The boy lay brutally strewn across the floor. Limbs attached but severely broken. All bits of the bones were shattered beyond repair. The shadowed man stepped forward and knelt beside the boy. He laid his hand upon the boy's chest.
"I can end this pain. Just tell me how much it hurts. Tell me how much pain you are in and I'll end your suffering." he whispered.
The boy began to utter a single word. But before the word escaped his lips the shadowed man pressed his chest hard. The wind was taken out of him.
"Your final breath belongs to me..."
As soon as the boy inhaled once more this darkened figure crushed his hand through the boy's sternum. He grasped the heart that lay beneath his hand. The boy was still not quite passed.
"As does your heart and your soul." he said with a grin. And with a final grunt he laid the boy to rest. He walked off, heart in hand, and turned to look back only once. With that turn he dropped his cigarette into the pool of kerosene that lay on the door step and left.
"That is the secret. The Truth," spoke the disciple, "is not in this." he revealed.
"All that you have seen is truth." said the priest, "And I'd never share my secret with you." with these words he turned rapidly and grasped the skull of the disciple. The disciple was in the process of attacking the priest and was frozen.
The boy was stunned and could not move. The Priest guided him to his knees. And held tightly the skull in his hand. The vein in the head of the disciple throbbed. The Priest took in one final breath and crushed his skull into pieces. Blood rushed from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
The Priest sighed. "I cannot keep this up. I must find this. If I do not then this can only continue. I wish to end this curse." he said as he pulled back the left sleeve of his cloak to reveal an occult symbol embedded in his arm. "I want it ended now." he clutched it as if hanging on for dear life. His nails broke the skin and blood ran from his arm. He held on harder and harder. He began to pull from his elbow. Blood still oozed and then his bone began to give way. His shoulder blade burst from his back tear the flesh to pieces and the skin fell to the floor. His whole arm was ripped from his body with the utmost of rage. He fell to his knees and sat to bleed. The Priest fell and lay dying. His severed arm burst to flame and returned to the ash from which all man is made. The Priest believed these his last moments.
Just as the priest was on the verge of life a sharp pain rose up in the left portion of his body. It all merged together in the place where his shoulder blade was expected to be. The bone was completely regenerated. All of his skeletal left arm was right where it should be only without tissue of any kind. As his severed arm had his new found skeletal arm was set ablaze. As it burned the bone was blackened and foul smelling deeply black goop began to envelope the arm. This goop formed muscle, skin, veins, and arteries. The hellfire receded into the center of his left arm which was now completely formed good as new. The fire continued to burn and turned black. The fire sunk into his arm. All the while the priest seized with pain. The fire ceased and was left as a dark emblem which had resided there before. Except this time it was made from ever lasting charred flesh.
This mark would forever haunt The Priest until his cursed was lifted. And there is only one way for it to be destroyed. The death of more then an entire race. But of mankind all together. They're deaths would be completely horrific. Destroyed piece buy piece. Ripped to shreds... every last person on earth. Torn.