Post by Ophelia Tempest on Dec 10, 2013 21:41:02 GMT -8
IWA: Sacrifice
Sé do bheatha, a Mhuire, atá lán de ghrásta,
Tá an Tiarna leat.
Is beannaithe thú idir mná,
Agus is beannaithe toradh do bhroinne, Íosa.
A Naomh-Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé,
guigh orainn na peacaigh, anois,
agus ar uair ár mbáis.
Amen.
Silk ran through my fingers, passing over cold flesh. Seattle, where I was to find my path. Seattle, where I had been guided. The Emerald City, I’d been told, where streets ran crimson and nights dark and cold. This is where I would find myself, this is where I would find who I was meant to be.
Terve, Maria, armoitettu,
Herra sinun kanssasi;
Siunattu sinä naisten joukossa ja
siunattu kohtusi hedelmä Jeesus.
Pyhä Maria, Jumalan äiti,
rukoille meidän syntisten puolesta
nyt ja kuolemamme hetkellä.
Aamen
Thunder crashed outside of the Elysium, lightning of the most beautiful violet flashed, leaving spots in my vision. I had no knowledge of this phenomenon, as rain fell to the streets. Rain of crystal, soon colored red with the bloodshed. Whose? It was so hard to tell. My family? The city? Would it be at my hands?
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum,
benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Iesus.
Sancta Maria mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen
So much unknown. Bitter chords struck through my mind as I watched as everything I had expected, everything I thought I knew fell before me. Metalic ringing as I watched the court descend upon me at the news, like hungry wolves. A brave two spoke up, I noted their presence and their logic. Seattle is no place for logic.
Je vous salue, Marie, pleine de grâce.
Le Seigneur est avec vous.
Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes,
et Jésus, le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni.
Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu,
Priez pour nous, pauvres pécheurs,
maintenant et à l'heure de notre mort.
Amen
The family. What were they thinking? Gloved fingers took the offered hand of another Tremere, eyes trying to determine his role in all of this. Was he a savior? A wolf among sheep? Why was it so hard to see here? Where were the visions I so feverishly sought?
Hill deg, Maria, full av nåde,
Herren er med deg,
velsignet er du iblant kvinnene,
og velsignet er ditt livs frukt, Jesus.
Hellige Maria, Guds Mor,
bed for oss syndere, nå og i vår dødstime.
Names of fallen Kindred could be engraved on stones, but even those would fade in the end, crumbling and cracking through the passing of time. Time was never on our side. We would live forever, they said. Forever was very limited, especially in this Crimson Domain.
Ave Maria, piena di grazia,
il Signore è con te.
Tu sei benedetta fra le donne
e benedetto è il frutto del tuo seno, Gesú.
Santa Maria, Madre di Dio,
prega per noi peccatori,
adesso e nell'ora della nostra morte.
Amen
The words to Father ran through my mind as panic threatened to overtake me. I wasn’t ready for this. This wasn’t what I had come to Seattle for. I was here for knowledge. The promise of the unknown laid out in front of me. By no means on a silver platter, but this.. certainly not like this.
Gegrüßet seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade,
der Herr ist mit dir.
Du bist gebenedeit unter den Frauen, und gebenedeit ist die Frucht deines Leibes, Jesus. Heilige Maria,
Mutter Gottes,
bitte für uns Sünder jetzt und in der Stunde
unseres Todes.
Amen
Like this, then. Head held high, proud of where I had come from, where I was, and where I was going. This city, younger than I was, would not defeat me. I would overcome, I would slice through this wave of chaos calmly, the eye of the storm. This is where I was meant to be.
Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia,
el Señor es contigo.
Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres,
y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús.
Santa María, Madre de Dios,
ruega por nosotros, pecadores,
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amen
Even now, the whispers of submissions darted through my mind. I would overcome. I would make them kneel. I would teach them, whip them, make them beg or mewl with pain. Whatever it took to reclaim the reins on this mockery of what our Family stood for. Anything it took to captivate Kindred, make them fearful and curious and excited all at once.
Avé Maria, cheia de graça,
o Senhor é convosco.
Bendita sois vós entre as mulheres;
bendito é o fruto do vosso ventre, Jesus.
Santa Maria, mãe de Deus,
rogai por nós, pecadores,
agora e na hora da nossa morte.
Amen
Lady Muerte, Lady Death. Already a name granted, one of respect and intrigue and darkness. This would be where I would rise to the challenge, or forever fall to it. If I were to fail the Family, on God’s name I will not live to bear such humiliation. Only in my death will I let them down. Only in death will this city see another scandal from our Clan such as this.
Kit'atamiskâtin Marie, siyâkaskineskâkuyan Manito
o sâkihituwin, kitehîk ayâw Kise-Manito.
Ispitchi kakkiyaw iskwewok kiya ayiwâk
kit'iteyittâkusin ayiwâk mina iteyittâkusin Jesus
ka ki kikiskawat. Kitchitwa Marie Kise-Manito
Wekâwimisk ayamihestamâwinân, piyâstâhuyâk,
anotch mina wi nipiyâki. Pitane ekusi ikkik.
Amen
Flames engulfed the match as it was struck, one of hundred of candles lit around the room I stood in. Their warmth made the air thick, filled me with unease. Slowly I removed a glove, running it over one of the flames. Moments like this, I felt alive.
Aba Ginoong Maria, napupuno ka ng grasiya,
Ang Panginoong Diyos ay sumasaiyo.
Bukod kang pinagpala sa babaeng lahat
At pinagpala rin naman ang anak mong si Hesus.
Santa Maria, Ina ng Diyos
Ipanalangin mo kaming makasalanan
Ngayon at kung kami'y mamamatay.
Amen
Producing a dagger from my coat I cut open my hand, vitae spilling to the stone below me. I dropped to crouch next to the stone, then methodically pulled the blood across the surface to spell out a name. I dropped the blade, then stood and began my ritualistic dance around the rock. My hair flew wildly about as I spun, the motions causing the flames to flicker and sway, the shadows on the walls of my chambers dancing with me.
Salam Maria penuh rahmat Tuhan besertamu,
Terpujilah engkau diantara wanita,
dan terpujilah buah tubuhmu Yesus,
Santa Maria Bunda Allah,
Doakanlah kami yang berdosa ini,
sekarang dan selama-lamanya.
Amin
Damned if I would let this city beat me. No one, no matter their Sect, or Clan, or age - not even my own Family, would stop me from fixing this. From cleaning up the chaos and making it right again. From setting the chaos to a tune I could twirl to.
Wees gegroet, Maria, vol van genade.
de Heer is met u.
Gij zijt de gezegende onder de vrouwen,
en gezegend is Jezus, de vrucht van uw schoot.
Heilige Maria, Moeder van God.
Bid voor ons zondaars,
nu en in het uur van onze dood.
Amen
The past was nothing but memories and fading desires. My path was obvious now, so clear now in this clouded vision I had. This was where I would stay. This was where I would live, and kill, and die. Seattle was my final place, my final refuge, my final battleground. Here is where I would stay, until my dying days.
Hail Mary,
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of death.
Amen.
