What can be kept close to the heart is the voice, and the beliefs.
Yet both can be shattered in a multitude of ways.
Denial for everything.
Disproving of everything.
Harshness in everything.
Doubt in everything.
It can be clinged onto for a facade.
Hope that was crushed again. Again.
Just like so many others before, the eventuality is an impossibility that can never be avoided.
Will it be held and continue to gather more will, or shall it be thrown to the wayside.
Never to be seen upon that person again.
Many like to think they themselves are, even if not that of a saint, are well natured.
Their actions justified for any kind act.
Regarding themselves a figure worthy to be held in heaven's eyes.
There can be truth in that.
Gifted as we are as a species in the mind, we fail to see the flaws obvious enough that our own kind can see.
Hence the avoidance of what they call sin.
A flaw could be major, or not.
It's the disruption and accumulation of it that causes the worst to appear.
A regret that turns those around the person from intervening sooner.
With so much built, is there any point in trying?
A priest with a steel-fast determination tried.
Within the church, the priest resolved everything he could.
To lift the burdens plaguing the people.
Registering each one with the same determination as when he first became a new priest.
The world turned with just so few years.
The age of blood, to close within his lifetime.
Each confession, each session, creating a tiny sprout.
The heavens do not favor a single soul.
He held this dearly.
An equality held by everyone.
A fateful encounter with a saint and a prisoner shook that view to it's core.
The saint, far blessed by the heavenly eyes of the god.
In fact, blessed much too big for one single person.
The disparity wide as the oceans of the world.
Given the role, the priest thought not much.
Reverence in the sanctity.
Then came a prisoner of their own self made hell.
Forsaken by the heavens.
It had not started in the beginning.
But the whispers of the devil, were driving the prisoner farther from the start.
Retaliation only earned the prisoner laughs.
Driven by this relentless hell, they sought a way to split the order.
It was impossible.
Until it was fulfilled, there was no breaking it.
The curse forever carried.
"May… you be…"
The prisoner stopped them. A smile marked with sadness.
The priest kind, barely held the act of calling heretic.
The prisoner was gone.
"May you keep the pledge ongoing."
Flowing more, the years had slowly risen to that doubt.
If so much pain, caused for what?
No call for answer. They, with their divinity, hold the most time, yet spend none for a single second.
The seed reigned the control the priest had.
The grace of time settled deep in the priest's mind.
A year after the next.
Tiring.
The next after the year.
Habits the priest usually would call with a disapproving face, was fazed with a nonchalant face.
Help?
There is no such free thing after all.
The divine created us at a cost. It's fair to reimburse them for their troubles.
Rules?
Well they can be bended slightly for the right price.
Suffering?
That must be the will of the divine. They must have given it if they chose such a world for their followers.
Change.
This growing change riddled with holes the priest ignored.
Anger, irritation, apathy, will, all words that can be used to describe the priest.
A faint idea that lingered greatly was the devil.
A deal most fascinating. The prisoner mentioned an out of body experience from it.
This… devil. The very one that had lingering traces on the priest. The priest knew, yet endured.
Secretive, and interested in this devil, he gathered everyone for a pledge.
A virtue falsely claimed in an empty promise of heaven.