It was men like him that were loved by God, Crowley thought. No, should have been loved by God.
Except in the end, Gilbert was killed. God didn’t see what kind of man Gilbert was, didn’t watch him.
Crowley gently touched the cross on his chest, hanging from his neck, and whispered barely audibly, “…If You don’t love Gilbert, then who do you love?”
Just then a knock on the door came.
Today, the aristocrat named Ferid Bathory was supposed to visit. He appeared to hold clues that could lead them to Gilbert’s murderer. Except he promised to come before noon.
“It’s almost evening already,” Crowley remarked with a wry smile.
The place of their destination lay a whole day and night away by carriage, so they were supposed to depart as early as possible.
“You’re late, Ferid-kun. With you being that late, we probably can’t depart today.”
With that, Crowley opened the door.
It was raining outside. Heavily so. With the weather being this bad, Gilbert’s funerals ran into a lot of trouble, no doubt. God wouldn’t even grand the sun on the day of His pious believer’s funerals.
“…”
The one standing at his doorstep wasn’t Ferid, however. It was a man of large build and with a rich mustache.
It was men like him that were loved by God, Crowley thought. No, should have been loved by God.Except in the end, Gilbert was killed. God didn’t see what kind of man Gilbert was, didn’t watch him.Crowley gently touched the cross on his chest, hanging from his neck, and whispered barely audibly, “…If You don’t love Gilbert, then who do you love?”Just then a knock on the door came.Today, the aristocrat named Ferid Bathory was supposed to visit. He appeared to hold clues that could lead them to Gilbert’s murderer. Except he promised to come before noon.“It’s almost evening already,” Crowley remarked with a wry smile.The place of their destination lay a whole day and night away by carriage, so they were supposed to depart as early as possible.“You’re late, Ferid-kun. With you being that late, we probably can’t depart today.”With that, Crowley opened the door.It was raining outside. Heavily so. With the weather being this bad, Gilbert’s funerals ran into a lot of trouble, no doubt. God wouldn’t even grand the sun on the day of His pious believer’s funerals.“…”The one standing at his doorstep wasn’t Ferid, however. It was a man of large build and with a rich mustache.
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