#tcor messiah

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⟢ THE CULT OF ROMAN.　 ⟣ 　

⁂ 　⤷ PROLOGUE.

‘ ‘ Angel Baby. ‘ ‘

Caroline wept as the doctor stared at her with a blank face. “It's alright..” Messiah spoke, voice softly rising from his throat. She was infertile. Caroline shook her head, biting down on her lip as her face turned ugly while she sobbed. Their one dream of starting a family, of raising a little one of their very own, was over. Caroline slowly stood up as her husband placed his lips against her forehead, arm around her shoulders as he gave her a little squeeze.

For many nights Caroline prayed. She prayed and prayed and each god had ignored her simple request.

a child.

Several days she laid in bed, unable to move as her sorrow had weakened and weighed down her bones. Messiah watched as his wife ached and rotted away, not being able to stop the feeling from encompassing her whole body and leaving her a dry and miserable husk of the woman he once knew. She shamed herself silently. Who was she without her ability to have a family? Who was she without the little boy or girl she’d dreamed of night after night? Without her purpose as a woman?

Messiah sat up straight. Grief overcame him as he watched the state of his wife worsen. It was as if she was truly deceased, yet as much as it didn’t feel like it, she was still breathing. And if there was one thing Messiah stood by, it was that he refused to become a widow.

“My love.. I cannot bear to see you this way. I will recover your heart, mend what has been broken. We will have our child, I promise you, My Caroline.” He lullabied, gently wiping the remnants of her tears.

And so he searched. High and low, he looked for a solution to their problem. He found himself scouring even his basement. He was desperate for a cure for carolines sorrows.. And maybe he had found one. In the most cobwebby corner of his basement, he lit a torch and found himself gazing upon a pentagram.

He stared at it,

anxiety sloshing in his gut.

He had no idea what a pentagram was doing in his basement of all things. This house belonged to citizens of very strong religious beliefs, and he did not think devilism was one of them.

However.. despite the dread that pooled in his gut, he was truly desperate. He wiped away dust and grime from the pentagram, lit a few candles, and kneeled before it. He clasped his hands together in front of his face.

“To whomever may lay their ears upon this verse; I ask you to listen. I cannot provide a sacrifice. I cannot provide an object of value,” He paused, his palms sweaty as they trembled. “My Caroline has fallen ill. Not physically, but mentally. She is locked inside a cage of sorrows. She laid to sleep and that is where she now rots. My beloved cannot bare child. The one thing she had wanted was to have offspring and to start a family; she dreamed of it.” He raised his hands upwards to the ceiling, eyes still closed, rambling on for the sake of his wife.

“All that I ask of you, whoever you may be, is for a child. I care not for the circumstances. I simply long for the life to return to my Carols eyes. I thank you for listening, and I will make it up to you if my wife turns out to be pregnant. even if it means my own soul, I would give it all up for her smile. I, Messiah, will show nothing but gratitude.``

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DECEMBER 16TH.

Tears sprang to her eyes. Caroline was incapable of doing anything else but tear up. She soon broke into joyful sobs as the infant that lay squirming in her arms wailed and screamed. She had created life.. A child that she would raise for the next 18 years.. Her little person. She looked up at Messiah. It was strange to see him cry. Through all the praise and affection he had shown her throughout their marriage Messiah had no time for tears. Caroline was more of a crier than he was.

Messiah leaned over and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze, kissing her forehead. He wiped his eyes with a sniffle. “We did it my glory.. A child, Caroline! Our angel baby.. He was sent from heaven I am so sure. Hair as white as the clouds the angels grace with their souls- This child is a blessing, I say.”

“He truly is.. If I had no name picked out already, I surely wouldve named him Angel.” Messiah look at his wife and smiled, gently running his thumb through the infants tiny ivory colored curls. “What name did you pick, my glory?”

“It came to me in a dream, and it simply felt right… His name will be Noah.”