Schemes of the Unknown Unknown Ch. 11

It was with this ambition that the Archdeacon returned to his mansion. The shuttle dropped him down in the gardens where the orgy was continuing on the lawn. The new boy was being well broken in, the Archdeacon could see. Although His Holiness was tired and fatigued, there was still a duty to attend to before he could retire to bed and perhaps cuddle up with another young boy who would be required to provide him with nothing more than a comforting blowjob.

The Archdeacon retreated to a tiny room that resembled more a prison cell than the type of cell a cleric might use for meditation. There were real prison cells in the mansion, of course, along with the complete paraphernalia of dungeons and torture but this wasn't the kind of sport the Archdeacon most enjoyed. But the facilities were available just in case he should ever be so inclined.

"Your Holiness," said the High Pastor Charles whose holographic image was broadcast from a similar cell on the outer levels of Holy Contemplation. While the Archdeacon had been fucking boys and being fucked by studs, the Pastor had been spending a rather less hedonistic visit at the colony where he was immersed in Holy Scripture and praying in solitude. The Archdeacon rather hoped the High Pastor had opted for the physical chastisement that could be administered for entertaining sinful thought.

"Recall the words of the Holy Scripture, Pastor," said the Archdeacon. "Chapter Two Verse Eighteen of the First Epistle General of John."

"It is the last time: and as ye have heard that antichrist shall come, even now are there many antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time," quoted the High Pastor.

"The Antichrist has frustrated the best attempts of the brave Holy Crusaders, Pastor. The Holy Crusade which you led and coordinated has come to naught. A great evil remains in the world. Recall also the words of Chapter Seventeen Verse Fifteen of the Book of Joshua."

"And it shall be, that he that is taken with the accursed thing shall be burnt with fire, he and all that he hath: because he hath transgressed the covenant of the LORD, and because he hath wrought folly in Israel."

"That is correct, Pastor," said the Archdeacon. "Many valiant Christians have paid a great price to defend the Godly from the Apostasy and the Antichrist. And yet their efforts have been in vain. There has been a great sacrifice of Christian life. Many Soldiers of Christ have paid the ultimate price. They will ascend into Heaven and Glory will be forever theirs. But I am truly sorry, Pastor, for you and your family. You have been found lacking. There remains only one remaining course of action."

"Your Holiness," pleaded the High Pastor. "I have done all I can. The failure must surely lie with the heathens, heretics and pagans to whom this expedition was also entrusted."

"They too will roast in hell, Pastor. But I have no jurisdiction over them. Only the Lord in his Infinite Wisdom and Mercy can preside over the judgment of their souls. However, it is I who is your chief vicar in this world and although you have served the Lord with diligence and steadfastness these many years, you have now been found wanting. However, be comforted by the words of The First Epistle General of John in Chapter Two Verse Fifteen."

"Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him," quoted the High Pastor. "Your Holiness, you can do as you wish with me. I have no fear of death. The Lord will judge me as he sees fit. But please spare my family. My wife is pregnant. I have grandchildren who are less than five years old."

"The Lord's Will must be done, Pastor," said the Archdeacon, who nonetheless wondered whether it was too late for him to reach the contacts mentioned by the Chief Apostle. The High Pastor's family could well be spared the burning flames of the pyre. It might appear weak and unnecessarily merciful to his less ascetic senior clerics, but it could also provide an extra welcome revenue stream.

The Archdeacon enjoyed the sight of his senior cleric's terrified face. He watched the holographic image of the High Pastor Charles for several more minutes after the cleric believed the connection was broken. He was gratified to see tears stream down the man's face. Perhaps he would now require some chastisement. The Archdeacon wondered whether to watch the man scourge himself, but it would in truth be rather dull entertainment.

He left the confines of the cell and stripped himself of the dark robes that he wore whenever handling official business. In fact, he stripped himself of all his clothes. What he wanted now was rest, relaxation and a pretty boy. Then he could once again enjoy the sleep of the blessed.