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Saints or Martyrs?	By : cheryl64 Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Most people do Satan a great disservice. If you asked them to describe him they would speak of horns and a tail. Satan found this quite amusing since he only had to look in the mirror to she how far off they were. People had forgotten who he was, Lucifer. The most beautiful of the Heavenly host cast down for the sin of pride. In reality Lucifer was beautiful, delicate of form and feature.
Cast down, another misconception that could bring a smile to his face since most people took this to mean he was cast into hell. It was fated to happen one day but it hadn't happened yet. Satan's home was the earth. Which is why he was now standing on a stretch of rocky shore in New England glaring up at the starry night sky.
“Why? Why do I feel such satisfaction in you tonight Father?” Lucifer of course did not expect a response. God had not spoken to him since he had been cast out. “What pleases you so? I have not felt such contentment from you since that sheep herder you made into a King ascended to your side.”
Lucifer stopped as a thought occurred to him. “You created another to be your hand of vengeance didn't you? You prepare to welcome another one of these pathetic creatures to your side. I won't let it happen! You will not bring another of them into your presence while you deny me!”
Lucifer turned from the shore and unfurled his wings taking to the sky as he let his consciousness spread out over the lands and oceans seeking the one his father would call home.
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Connor sat in the backseat of Smecker's car. The box was in his lap, he had refused to leave it behind. His head was bowed over his hands which clasped his rosary tightly between them. He had been praying at first but his thoughts kept turning to back to the events that happened when he was 8 years old.
Connor had lowered the lamp and settled himself against the headboard of Murphy's bed. When Ma had come in to check on them she had found Connor wide awake occasionally stroking Murphy's hair when he would whimper in his sleep. Murphy always was a restless sleeper and Connor knew every move caused his twin pain.
“Connor ye should be in yer own bed fast asleep.” She said.
Murphy took that moment to to squirm around a bit looking for a more comfortable position. Connor stroked his brother's hair until he quieted. “Tis my fault Ma. I should ha been with him. Then Jamie wouldna have beat him up.”
“Ye were sick Connor. Tha's no your fault and Murphy wouldna want ye ta blame yerself. “Tis no one's fault really. Twas God's will.” She said.
“God's will to let me brother be hurt?” Connor said angrily. “Why do we pray to him when he lets things like this happen?”
Ma had come over to the bed and lifted Connor up before sitting in his spot and sitting him on her lap. “When ye say yer prayers at night ye ask God ta watch over ye right?”
“Yes and ta watch over ye and Murphy too. But God didn't watch over him today.” Connor countered.
“God didn't watch over him the way ye think he should have, but he watched over him all the same. Twas a part o his plan ye see. Jamie has been bullying all the children younger n him and today he saw a chance to bully yer brother but God was watching over Murphy. Jamie is afraid of Murphy after today, he'll steer a wide berth around both of ye.” Ma was now stroking his hair in the same way he had been stroking Murphy's. “Yer brother showed that Riordan trash just how strong he was and made Jamie out ta be tha weak fool he is. When he goes back ta school watch wha happens when Jamie picks on someone. Then you will see God's plan at work.”
And Connor had seen it. When ever Jamie started to pick on one of the smaller kids Murphy would simply walk over and place himself between the bully and his victim, more often than not Jamie would back down. He'd grumble and mutter and curse under his breath but he would back down. On those rare occasions that he didn't all it took was for Connor to step up to Murphy's side and Jamie would back down.
And so it went until the day when Connor had gone down to the docks. When he came home Murphy had led him into the kitchen and washed and bandaged his hands. Neother one of them spoke, there was no need and Jamie had not dared show his busted face around the village for a week.
*****
Lilith's vision was still blurred and she was more than pissed. She signaled to the man standing in the corner. She walked behind Murphy, the carpenter's son suffered and died died hanging from a cross surrounded by common criminals. You placed his image on your body, perhaps you should share his fate.” She handed a scourge to the man she had called over. “Flay the flesh from his back.”
The man nodded. “As you wish Lil.”
Murphy flinched from the first lash. God help me endure this pain he silently prayed as lash after lash fell on his skin causing him to flinch with each blow. Mercifully he slipped into a peaceful blackness.
*****
Lucifer looked at the man hanging from the rope, thankfully he still lived, he was just unconscious. Lilith had immediately dropped to her knees as had the others in the large room. Lucifer ignored her for the moment more concerned with the saint she so so intent on martyring. None of his injuries were life threatening.
He turned and looked at the woman kneeling on the floor. “Willful bitch! What madness possesses you?” Lucifer yanked her from her supplicating position by her arm.
Lil“Master I did it for you...” She started.
“For me?!” Lucifer bankhanded her knocking her to the floor. “You stupid cow! He's the hand of my father, just like his brother! You dare martyr him and claim it is for me?”
“Master” she said fearfully. “What do you mean?”
“He's a saint you brainless slut, a fucking saint. You were warned, when you martyred the carpenter's son of what would happen.”
“But I didn't know.” She tried to explain.
“I don't care! My orders have stood for 2000 years, no one is to lay a finger on a saint. You have broken those orders.” Lucifer grabbed her arm and pulled her to him reaching out with his other hand and touching her face. “You will live as a human without your demonic powers. They are still there but denied to you. This is your punishment.
Lucifer stalked over to where Murphy was hanging. “As for Murphy MacManus, my father will not have him this night. I intend to make my father wait for him and his brother.”
Lucifer turned to the man who had been wielding the whip. “Pass my orders to the others imp. Neither Murphy nor Connor MacManus will die of anything other than natural causes.”
“You are placing them under your protection Master?” The man asked.
“Yes I will deny my father their presence as long a possible. Lucifer picked up the cell phone he saw laying on the table. Flipping it open he texted the address to Connor's phone.
“Master,” Lilith was completely prone on the floor. “How will I defend myself?”
“That Lilith dear is not my problem.” Lucifer glanced back at Murphy then looked at Lilith. “You made your bedno you must lie in it. I will give you a piece of advice however, be as far from Boston as you can when he recovers.”
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