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The sun was shadowed by dark clouds as the lightning storm was soon to begin.
A gentle knocking sound could be heard from the outside of the church; its hollowed shell reverberated the sound throughout the entrance.
As a bolt of lightning struck a tree far away from the city the booming thunder sent a shockwave startling the birds.
The knocking continued.
"Old man you should probably go check who's knocking outside, they seem to have an important matter to discuss with you" A young man with dark hair and bronze skin sighed as the constant knocking seemed to finally annoy him.
The faint sound of a heavy book seemed to be heard from the altar.
A middle aged man, his hair was brown almost like cold earth.
As he stepped away from the altar he began to walk towards the door, his pace calm fitting for a man who has lived as long as he has.
He wore a black robe, a rosary wrapped on his left hand, and a silver ring with the emblem of the church which was hanging from a rope tied on his neck.
"Derek Please behave yourself and go to your room for a while" the man's voice was hoarse and carried a tune of wisdom.
Another strike of lightning flashed outside, illuminating the city.
Thunder boomed.
"Alright whatever you say Old Man" Derek got up from the pew he was sitting on and walked to the stairs above where his and the Old man's rooms were located.
As the old man finally reached the doors leading to the street, the knocking which had been consistent for the past five minutes he stopped and scratched the side of his head.
Opening the door a creaky sigh from the door echoed as he looked around he noticed nobody, no footsteps or anything however where there should have been a person was instead a basket with a child swaddled in white sheets.
"A baby?" the old man sighed.
Grabbing the basket with both hands he sighed once more and brought the baby inside walking towards the door which led to the dormitories calling out to the only other person who lived in the church .
"DEREK HURRY DOWN WONT YOU!!" The old man bellowed, seemingly shaking the entire room.
"Calm down wont ya Old Man," Seemingly annoyed Derek walked down his footsteps matching his mood as he stomped towards the reception room.
"You just sent me upstairs so what happened?" Derek scratched at his chest.
As he opened the door the first thing he noticed was the Old Man holding a basket
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"?" A coo emanated from the basket.
"A baby?" Derek seemed confused as he scratched his neck which was hidden by his collar.
The Old Man exhaled slowly and with one hand he massaged his temples, the basket being held with the other supporting the weight from underneath.
"Did you see anyone?" Derek probed as if trying to understand why a baby would be left at a church's doorstep.
"No, when I got close to the door the knocking ceased and there were no footsteps either"
"That's very strange, Oh Lords"
Derek made a symbol with his hand which represented the symbol of the Lords, a circular shape on the center of his chest.
As Derek stared at the basket he noticed a faint symbol on the cloth.
A Human skull with a scythe and sword behind it crossing each other.
The symbol of Death.
A thought seemed to run through the old man's head.
"Now I see whoever dropped the baby off must have been a believer of Lord Death" The old man scratched at his beard signs of grey speck reflecting the little light the sun gave out.
[Lord Death: A being created after the first Thought, He controls the afterlife in a realm between Life and Death itself]
Derek scratching the back of his head allowed himself to chant a prayer which would deter any malignant spirits that may have been surrounding the baby swaddled in dark silk.
A calm wave brushed the entire building as warmth began to enter the church.
"If there were any malignant spirits or a curse it should be gone now" Derek sighed as he began to examine the baby.
Pale, dark hairs, mole on his shoulder, a roundish face with ample fat, and a strong grip from his hands.
"Ow OW OWWW" Derek winced as he felt his index finger about to be snapped in half.
Thunder boomed from outside as the rain pummeled at the roof of the church.
"He shows promise" The old man joked as Derek moved his index finger massaging it.
"Still it makes no sense to drop off a baby at a church instead of an orphanage" Derek grumbled as he began to play with the baby bouncing him up with his legs.
The church which they were in was located in the center of the city and there was an orphanage just two blocks down from where they were located.
"Oh well" the old man chuckled as he once again began.
"We'll keep him here and teach him the ways of our church we'll allow him to pursue whatever profession suits him maybe he'll even become an Exorcist"
"An Exorcist really?" Derek himself was an exorcist and knew how rare it was for one to have a Soul which falls under the exorcist class.
Grabbing the basket they both walked up and went into the old man's room and placed the basket on his bed Derek then went into the storage looking for an old crib and once he found it cleaned the dust off from it and grabbed a soft enough cushion to be used as the mattress and placed a sheet of silk around the mattress.
As Derek placed the crib into the old man's room they both soon realized they would need a wet nurse for the child.
"We have maids so we could ask one of them to be a wet nurse," Derek suggested.
The church was very big as it also held nuns, maids, and exorcists so it wouldn't be difficult to find a woman capable of breast feeding a single child.
As they began planning they then went to ring the bell 2 times which then would call everyone who understood the signal for a meeting.
The main church hall then began to fill and once everyone had arrived there were about 40 people all in total.
10 Maids, 15 Nuns, 4 Exorcists, 3 Deacons, 5 Morticians, 1 Apothecary, Derek as well as the Old Man.
As they all bowed in reverence to the Old man they sat themselves on the pews and began to listen to his important message.
"We found a baby outside our doors, I kindly ask you to show him kindness and assist us in raising him".
The old man calmly said as he bowed hoping for the others to agree in helping this child who came from nowhere.
There was a silence and then a murmur began to spread throughout the room and after only a little a woman stood up she was covered head to toe in a black dress and white headdress under which covered her neck, ears and forehead.
"Bishop Sol, we hear your plea and agree to help you in taking care of this child, as you who have taken us in and given us a place to stay we know the older you get the harder it is for you to help other so in your stead we'll show the Lord's peace, generosity, and kindness while raising this child."
The sister spoke her voice, a gentle tone showed her resolve as the others behind her shook their heads in agreement.
"Thank you everyone." The old man/bishop Sol smiled.
The sun outside began to show as the clouds parted the light shing on the church as to show that even nature itself wanted this child to be raised here.
"Then the child's name is something I thought off ever since i saw the symbol on the cloth off the child" Derek began
"Senn" he declared "As he came from nothing and from a family of no renown his full name will be Senn de Mori"
The church began to applaud as the cheers were said to have been heard from even across the street.
Thunder seemed to boom as lightning struck in areas multiple times.
On a throne in between worlds.
"Oh Death I understand your anger however that child posed a threat to the natural balance" An ethereal voice surged through the hall as a being black mist with a skull like face kneeled in front of this being.
"Thought, I never want you to contact me again or" A booming surge of black mist surged throughout the hall "tell Life what you have truly done"
"I Refuse!" Thought proclaimed joyfully .
Raising its hand, Thought closed its hand.
Death's anger emanated.
As his body began to distort and wither.
"Thought—" he began.
His voice began to fade.
Then Death was no longer in the Domain of Thought the Noosphere.
ThoughtIts body was in a place in between the material plane and the astral plane.
Nerves were strewn all over the floors and ceilings seemingly connected to the realm itself.
Its eyes were distant and hollow.
A skinny body with "bones" protruding from Its chest Its spinal cord bumped out of its skin as blood and pus leaked out from it running down Its back.
"Alright then Senn I'm excited to see how you'll overcome the upcoming Calamity".
Thought smiled however concern could be seen on Its face.
End of Prologue