The Original Sin: Bishop Sasarai's Confession
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3
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The Original Sin: Bishop Sasarai's Confession
A/N: Luc and Sasarai are of NO relation in this fic. This fic was not originally Suikoden at all, so if anything seems amiss, it's because it was an original remade for ffnet. I'm putting the unedited version here, of course, where it belongs. Also, any religious blasphemy is not related to real-world Christianity, it's whatever religion exists in the Suikoden game (and the made-up one I created for my original fic). So please don't be offended by that.
-Introduction-
Sasarai awoke to the ringing of bells hours before dawn. He opened his eyes and rubbed them sleepily as he stretched, then forced himself to crawl from beneath the blankets and leave the warmth of his bed. Before he pulled back the curtains and opened the window, he put on his robe, yawning once more. It was early, and looking out the window he saw only the darkness preceding daylight. This was his month to do confessions, a duty that had its good and bad points. The disadvantages included rising at two-thirty, then having to perform various chores such as sweeping the cathedral steps, mopping in the halls, getting fresh holy water, and lighting all those hundreds and hundreds of candles around the altar. But, after the confessions ended at two in the afternoon, the participating monk was free for the rest of the day. This would allow him to catch up on his rest, and take time to work on any personal projects. Presently, Bishop Sasarai was working on reorganizing the library, as the monastery's new records keeper. It was a huge job, but Bishop Ethos had gone to Caleria on permanent missionary work.
Sasarai washed his face and brushed his teeth, then hurried downstairs to get to work. He tiptoed quietly through the halls as he mopped, conscious of the fact that his brothers were all probably still asleep. He then spent nearly two hours lighting the candles all around the pulpit, and finally grabbed the bowl from the altar and went outside to fill it.
The sun was just beginning to appear over the horizon. Sasarai shivered beneath his robe; it was chilly. Yet the birds singing in the trees told him it was springtime, and time to start yet another day. He walked briskly down the path that led from the church to the woods. He reached the trees and went just a little further in, until he saw the small stream running by. It was one of his favorite spots. Just a little further ahead was a small pond, reaching about waist-high at its deepest. In his free time he spent many hours there, listening to the running water and the singing birds as he studied his Bible. But now he had no time. Kneeling, he quickly filled the bowl with "holy water," then returned to the monastery.
The stars had all been chased away by the brilliance of the sun. Sasarai didn't want to be late for confession, so he hurried back to sweee ste steps and prepare for the task.
-Introduction-
Sasarai awoke to the ringing of bells hours before dawn. He opened his eyes and rubbed them sleepily as he stretched, then forced himself to crawl from beneath the blankets and leave the warmth of his bed. Before he pulled back the curtains and opened the window, he put on his robe, yawning once more. It was early, and looking out the window he saw only the darkness preceding daylight. This was his month to do confessions, a duty that had its good and bad points. The disadvantages included rising at two-thirty, then having to perform various chores such as sweeping the cathedral steps, mopping in the halls, getting fresh holy water, and lighting all those hundreds and hundreds of candles around the altar. But, after the confessions ended at two in the afternoon, the participating monk was free for the rest of the day. This would allow him to catch up on his rest, and take time to work on any personal projects. Presently, Bishop Sasarai was working on reorganizing the library, as the monastery's new records keeper. It was a huge job, but Bishop Ethos had gone to Caleria on permanent missionary work.
Sasarai washed his face and brushed his teeth, then hurried downstairs to get to work. He tiptoed quietly through the halls as he mopped, conscious of the fact that his brothers were all probably still asleep. He then spent nearly two hours lighting the candles all around the pulpit, and finally grabbed the bowl from the altar and went outside to fill it.
The sun was just beginning to appear over the horizon. Sasarai shivered beneath his robe; it was chilly. Yet the birds singing in the trees told him it was springtime, and time to start yet another day. He walked briskly down the path that led from the church to the woods. He reached the trees and went just a little further in, until he saw the small stream running by. It was one of his favorite spots. Just a little further ahead was a small pond, reaching about waist-high at its deepest. In his free time he spent many hours there, listening to the running water and the singing birds as he studied his Bible. But now he had no time. Kneeling, he quickly filled the bowl with "holy water," then returned to the monastery.
The stars had all been chased away by the brilliance of the sun. Sasarai didn't want to be late for confession, so he hurried back to sweee ste steps and prepare for the task.