In the town of Chichester, a physician that was blessed with dubious luck made his fortune on the remnants of the plague. To Gifre, the Bubonic Plague was not damnation, but blessing. The plague had claimed the lives of the majority of the villagers and townsmen of Chichester. Peculiarly, Gifre seemed to be protected from the pest and was able to maintain his health. His abnormal luck of immunity popularized him as the best physician in Chichester. From distant towns people would come to visit him in order to receive ailment and protection. Gifre was aware of his inability, but to him creating a yield was more important than conveying the truth. Processions would wait to see the blessed Gifre and offered him all they could in order to be saved.
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The physician struggled to regain his posture, but the pressure continued to suspend the functionality of his lungs. “Well”, said Nevile, “I am quite surprised that you have so willingly kept quiet. It seems that I have forgotten my manners my wise physician.” Nevile snapped his fingers, the sound resonated through the cottage allowing Gifre to reestablish his posture. “How dare you barge into my cottage and accuse me of deeds I not have committed? What right do you have to judge me?” the physician managed to crank out. “Poor damned soul, you sin and you yet deny. Do you not see that I am the man who you slowly murdered? The one who you caused the death to by bloodletting? You may think no one knows of your forgery of wills, but there are always two watching. I watch to see you fall into the abyss deeper and deeper. Your soul belongs to me now as you have failed to prove yourself and show no remorse in your actions”, explained the man. Nevil nonchalantly rose and skidded his way to the place where he physician kept his record and skillfully removed 7 files from the …show more content…
His power had been defied, and now he had the motivation to diminish the physician to the lowest of substances. Nevile picked up the first piece of parchment and handed it back to the physician without reading it. He then cleared his throat and recited, “Lady Sofronia came to your ailment a month ago, sir. She was had symptoms of the plague, but her true condition was not as grave. She was an average woman who promised to recompense you for your work as was just if you could provide her with proper medication. She led a modest life and dressed in hues of grey. A great women she was and yet you were a catalyst to her demise. You conjured a medicament that contained droplets of poison that caused her death 6 days later. You made sure to forge a false will and granted yourself her precious rosary she devotedly wore.” Nevile took a pause and studied Gifrel’s astonished expression. The physician had lost all his color to his surroundings and simply camouflaged into the brick wall. Nevile continued his recollection of sin, “Since your murder of Sofronia you lost all moderation. You did not stop there and repent. Instead you were inclined to repeat the similar process with the most generous woman in town. A woman that was native to Paris and devoted her service to God. She offered you what you deserved and more, but you were unsatisfied and lusted for more. Her strong reputation of altruism overshadowed you, and so you
The physician struggled to regain his posture, but the pressure continued to suspend the functionality of his lungs. “Well”, said Nevile, “I am quite surprised that you have so willingly kept quiet. It seems that I have forgotten my manners my wise physician.” Nevile snapped his fingers, the sound resonated through the cottage allowing Gifre to reestablish his posture. “How dare you barge into my cottage and accuse me of deeds I not have committed? What right do you have to judge me?” the physician managed to crank out. “Poor damned soul, you sin and you yet deny. Do you not see that I am the man who you slowly murdered? The one who you caused the death to by bloodletting? You may think no one knows of your forgery of wills, but there are always two watching. I watch to see you fall into the abyss deeper and deeper. Your soul belongs to me now as you have failed to prove yourself and show no remorse in your actions”, explained the man. Nevil nonchalantly rose and skidded his way to the place where he physician kept his record and skillfully removed 7 files from the …show more content…
His power had been defied, and now he had the motivation to diminish the physician to the lowest of substances. Nevile picked up the first piece of parchment and handed it back to the physician without reading it. He then cleared his throat and recited, “Lady Sofronia came to your ailment a month ago, sir. She was had symptoms of the plague, but her true condition was not as grave. She was an average woman who promised to recompense you for your work as was just if you could provide her with proper medication. She led a modest life and dressed in hues of grey. A great women she was and yet you were a catalyst to her demise. You conjured a medicament that contained droplets of poison that caused her death 6 days later. You made sure to forge a false will and granted yourself her precious rosary she devotedly wore.” Nevile took a pause and studied Gifrel’s astonished expression. The physician had lost all his color to his surroundings and simply camouflaged into the brick wall. Nevile continued his recollection of sin, “Since your murder of Sofronia you lost all moderation. You did not stop there and repent. Instead you were inclined to repeat the similar process with the most generous woman in town. A woman that was native to Paris and devoted her service to God. She offered you what you deserved and more, but you were unsatisfied and lusted for more. Her strong reputation of altruism overshadowed you, and so you