"Jesussavemeprotectmefromthisevil…"
You continue to look on in sheer horror, as what you could only describe as a ichor black tear in reality continues to burn through existence, no more than ten feet from you.
You couldn't tear your gaze away, as you watch two books and a mask fall out of the hole. Wisps of something akin to smoke flicker and flail from the edges in all directions.
With rational thought having fled you, the only thing you know is scripture.
"IwillwalkthroughthevalleyoftheshadowofdeathIwillfearnoevil."
No. You know more. You know so much more.
"Forthouartwithmeyourbloodandyourmoontheycomfortme."
You know that is now how Psalm 23 goes. But you know it is right. But the misquoting means you are still alive. You can still feel. You could feel your hands heal. You could feel them harm. The other two people who had been in the room can't feel anything anymore. Other than the Abyss they had been sucked into.
You knew they would not return from the Abyss. You know they are lost forever.
"IknowthatalllovealiveunderHerlightshallknowHerblessing
What would be utter blasphemy falls from your lips. But it is true. You know this to be true
"IturntoHermoon,andShewillbemyguide"
You know Selune is a goddess. One of many. Everchanging, but always loving and comforting.
"IcalluponthenameoftheLordandYahwehwillsaveme."
You know that God sent his Son to die for your sins, and be resurrected on the third day, There is no other God but God.
For a brief moment, two contradictory things become possible at once.
"Yes, the blood, it is my victory…"
You know there are other worlds than these. There are other timelines than these.
You know you are a Monk of Mercy.
Then you see a picture of nature. A picture of a dog. A picture of themselves. And as suddenly as it opened, the tear closes, and there is nothing but blessed silence
It is only then that you remember to scream…
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…and bolt from the bed fully awake.
It takes a moment to realize you're not in your own bed. No, you're in a cheap hotel you can't quite remember the name of. A last ditch move after everyone you knew made it very clear you were not welcome.
Not after Reverend Goodfellow let everyone know you were a Heretic.
But it isn't heresy. Selune is a goddess, just like Yahweh is God. This is something you know, deep down in your heart. Right now, both belief systems are tearing at each other, being contradictory. But they're true. Aren't they? You don't know, and it's what's eating you up inside.
Of course, you had told Reverend Goodfellow everything that had happened. You needed to tell someone! And he was the first person to find you, not more than ten seconds after the whole nasty affair ended. Not that it was hard from all the screaming you were doing.
He had assured you this was nothing more than a test of faith! Just tell no one what happened, because who would believe an otherworldly tear through reality? That would just make the cops suspicious of you. No, let the good preacher handle the mundane stuff. She just needed to rebuke the devil and let the Lord take care of this little crisis of faith.
And now you've lost everything. Your job at Grace and Love International Church, the highest attended church in the area by far. You've lost your friends, who see you as someone who's let the Devil lead you astray, just like those who watch Star Wars and read Harry Potter.
You've even lost your last name. Okay, you haven't lost your government name. But you can't use it anymore. You no longer have a right, according to your father. Only family can use it, and you're not family anymore. Not until you repent of your heresy.
So all you have is the small amount of stuff that's actually yours. Some clothes, some toiletries, your Hurdy Gurdy, and a swiss army knife you'd bought on a whim. Oh, and your bank debit card. After trying to find some sort of shelter from your former friends, you came here, and…
Well, you just looked at the moon for most of the night, hoping if maybe it could give you comfort. And it did, though it did not ease the crisis of faith, or the hurt in your heart by the betrayal of your former spiritual leader.
Finally, you crashed out on your bed, and then the nightmares began.
And now you're awake. There's only one question that matters…
What do you do now?
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[Long Rest Achieved. Gain 1 Heroic Inspiration. Regain All Features]
So, what does Alice do, now that she's on her own? This will affect her personality, and a bit of backstory.
[] This is all too much for you. You want to just hide from the world for a while. Grab some ice cream, put on some television, and try to forget everything. Maybe even sleep a bit longer…
[] Obviously you need to get on your knees and pray. Ask why this is happening to you. Is this a test? A spiritual attack? A sign of the End Times? Even if you don't get an answer, it'll make you feel much better,
[] You have a Bible, a Player's Handbook, and a Mask. Obviously they are super important. Why else would that horrible thing drop them here? Maybe you should finally look at these… gifts?
[] This can't just be a one time thing, right? Maybe these things happened to other people. Obviously, this means a trip to the library and using the free internet! Somebody has to know something, right?
[] Fluff this. You are angry. And you don't like being angry, since that's sinful. You're going to the gym and punch your problem away. And if anyone starts screaming heretic, you'll punch them too! Wait, that might also be a sin…
[] You grab your Hurdy Gurdy, and start to make for the park. Even in these very stressful times, you need to sing praise and worship to Her. Him. Someone! You'll worship someone!
[] Wait, you can heal people. There are people who need your new… miracles? Blessings? You cannot put your light under a bushel. Besides, they are proof you aren't crazy. Right?