Terrance shuddered at the thought of another night alone, locked up here
in this cell. It was cold, damp and dark. Whats more, the whole place
stank of sewage and human waste. Enough to make man sick. He had tried all
his basic prayers, trying to cleanse the water or the food, but nothing
seemed to work. Something was keeping him from speaking to his god.
A sound from outside roused him from his melancholy, making him flinch at
what waited in store for him. His torture was unique, he felt. Most men
would cower from barbs or sharp implements, but Terrance was a priest and
knew these things could be healed. Instead, what they knew would hurt him
most, was watching another suffer in front of his eyes and let that person
lay dying while he helplessly tried to close up stomach wounds or tend burns
with nothing more than the fetid water he had to hand. He would watch
helplessly while they lay dying in front of him, tearing his hair in
frustration, cursing the guards and their damned captain for the pain it
The door opened, the hinges protesting with violent screeches. Two men
entered, both clad in the guards gray outfits. Behind them, instead of a
bound man or woman, condemned to die for his torture, was the captain
himself. He was a slight man, not unlike Terrance himself, light of skin
with a smattering of freckles upon his delicate features. He wore his hair
and clothes in the latest fashion, but it was his eyes that showed the man's
cruel genius. They were dark and brooding, hooded like a bird of prey and
they watched like one as well, flitting back and forth. Terrance always
expected him to dash suddenly and strike out for the kill.
A third guard entered and put a chair down, which the captain sat on. Well
now, High Priest Terrance. How has your stay been with us? The captain
glanced about the cell with an earnest look upon his face, Comfortable, I
Terrance simply looked down, not meeting those eyes. He knew what lay in
store for him this night, why make it worse?
The captain let out a dark chuckle, as if sensing his thoughts he said,
Well, it seems you've survived many weeks of this punishment. If it were up
to me, wed see how long we could go for! The last was said with an almost
exuberant tone, but then he spoke as if a man set upon by a great force,
Alas, it is not up to me. Truthfully, he leaned in closer to Terrance, You
are going to wish that you had all the time in the world to spend with me A
smooth hand grasped Terrances chin, thrusting it up so he could meet the
captains eye. You have one chance to escape this fate, worse than this and
that is to repent your crime.
Terrance shook slightly, with that hand upon his chin and finally stepped
back casting his eyes down once more. The captain shrugged, Very well.
Gesturing over his shoulder he said, Bring it in.
The Golem's Rise, Part 2
Two guards left and a large box was wheeled in. Terrance eyed the box.
It was large, taller than he by at least a full span and wider as well, by a
span as well. There were holes in the top it seemed and holes in the front,
which were exactly the height of his eyes. He was fairly certain that he
was going into the box, which didnt bother him in and of itself, but the
knowledge that this was going to be the only thing they would do it him, was
The captain spoke, this time with menace in his voice, Your vows, those
words you spoke to our God, the promises you made. You were the Highest, he
spat this word as a curse. What more could you have wanted? Now, now you
pay the price for this.
Two guards grabbed Terrance at the captains gesture and forced him inside
the box, which hinged open on one side. As he was shoved inside, his body
now shivering violently, he noticed that the inside seemed to be a reverse
of some kind of hero of legend. A large, cruel looking beast, beautiful to
look upon and yet he felt himself shiver even harder at the thought of what
it might mean. Once inside, he heard metallic sounds outside his new
confinement and the Once inside, he hard metallic sounds outside his new
confinement and the movement, like he was being wheeled somewhere new. As
he stood there, his terror palpable, he knew this was likely the end. He
was a bit relieved, truth be told. At least now he wouldnt need to worry
over whatever other tortures they could devise. Still, the captain had said
it would be far worse. Maybe he thought death was something other than a
At last he heard a sound that differed from the constant squeal of wheels on
stone. Muted speaking, as he struggled to hear what his fate would be a
voice came to him as loud as any before.
Be prepared, High Priest, it was the captain, the way forward is worse than
Even before he had time to contemplate what that meant, the feeling of being
surrounded by molten hot liquid filled his senses. Terrance screamed.