^{Slipping his head through the bristly and rigid noose the tremulous priest gazed up to the obscuring sky, tears had begun to break free and trickle down his sickly cheeks. He spoke out in a trembling voice to the God he once befriended and now betrayed, "Oh God," yet the sheer abandonment forced him to speak out as it was his only comfort against the now growing dread of Naberius who, hours ago had taken his steps onto the mortal world, "...what have I done? I'm not worth mercy nor forgiveness." His lips began to quiver as the emotion of panic and disgust build from within, his words, now cracked from an outburst of tears could no longer be comprehended, "T-this is my c-choice, m-my fate, and...and end." His soiled face emerged glossy from a faint lamp not far in the distance, he dropped his head to look at his feet on the shaky barrel beneath him, water drip from the tip of his rosy nose. After a few silent minutes he started to collect himself after the sudden break, his bloodshot eyes look out to the grass waving chromatically under the moonlight. Deep, rapid and apparent breaths escape from his still uneasy lips, "No...you won't have me on this world. You have my soul but not here, not here where you don't belong." Thomas and his moment with God had broken asunder as a sudden vibration from the noose above drove him to glance up to a crow clinging on to the rope, it curled its small slender feet around the tough fibers of the noose. Looking down to the priest the crow bobbed its head, a soft gurgle sounded out pleased at its findings, it was almost as if the bird was laughing at him. "You've come to mock me have you?" Thomas uttered from his parched throat, almost choking on his words, he stretched out his arms in defeat,"Go on, mock me." Soon after a second crow swoops down and perches on the barrel drum by Thomas' feet, a third on the railing backside him until many more descend and roost all around the melancholy priest, none of it caught his attention. His head hung low until the pull of the noose prevented him any further movement, heavy sobbing followed as he blinked away the debris pilling in the corner of his eyes, obstructing his view. It's not until the sound of crunching gravel under heavy foot steps draw his alertness. Looking forward Thomas lost in an instant the little peace that had established on his tear-ridden face. His bloodshot and glossy eyes fix onto the figure walking contently toward him, his trembling voice croaks, "Oh please God..."}

This has a lot of errors, like most of my writing. Though, I'm really tired so I will fix it later.

This is a continuation to Earthly Prophet.

Thomas prepares himself for suicide hours after summoning Naberius. His guilt in summoning the demon puts him through an emotionally unstable state. By killing himself he can send the demon back to hell, though, he too would go but he all ready sets his mind for the consequences. However, the crows find him and Naberius is soon to follow.

Meh, I think because of the suicide thing I should put a warning here...