A Scripta

The water gently lapped along the sides of the canal in Founder's Falls. It was quiet here, before the statue of the angel as he looked out to the southern canal.

Grim knew the exact spot where he had his brother killed. He had sacrificed him to Grimalkin almost ten years ago, leading him directly into a trap. He laughed as he saw his brother's blood spilled out along the pale stones, and the demoness bent to her sacrifice tearing the shade of his soul right out of the body.

He knew the exact spot and stood on top of it, where the body had fallen. He stood and raised his hands - as he did, a shade appeared before him.

Grim knew the arcane language that would control and bind the soul at each word, but that was not why he summoned him. "Louie," he said quietly.

The shade darkened. Grim turned from the shade and picked up the book he had put aside. The shade advanced on him. Grim turned and faced the shade, staring into its glowing blue eyes. He opened the book to its marked page.

"Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto," Grim began in a clear voice, and looked up at the shade and spoke in Latin. "Louis Anthony LeBonte, I release thee from my service, by the power of Jesus Christ, Savior of the World, through his Passion, Death and glorious Resurrection. Introibo ad altare Dei. (Go to the altar of God). Angels heed me, come guide your servant to the right hand of God."

The shade had stopped moving, stopped shimmering. Grim reached out a hand and gently thrust it forward, touching the area where the shade's heart would be. He whispered, "Forgive me, Louie." He pulled away, and looked up, raising his hands above his head and cried out in a loud voice, "Domine, exuadi orationem meam! (Oh Lord, hear my prayer.)"

The shade's dark aura faded, replaced briefly by a white light, and was gone.

Grim felt the passing wings of an angel and smiled.