Priest Anthony Thomas

The Beginning

Hello my name is Anthony Drake Father Anthony Drake.

I was born June/11/1922. I come from a middle class family. I am the youngest of three children Charles Drake is my oldest brother and Jessica Drake is my older sister. Sadly I never did get to meet them for they died in a house fire when I was quite young. Growing up my father Allen Drake my mother Clara Drake were very strict with me. At age ten my father sent me the priesthood. This is where I learned the word of God well that's what they called it. Unknown to my father this was a cult named "The Priesthood". Prayers every day and beatings every hour to Condition us and make a strong for the world ahead. After 8 years of beatings and brainwashing it was my time to be sacrificed to the one true Lord. During the sacrifice my soul was taken in ripped to shreds by the demons deep in hell. Then stitched back together with other Dark Souls. At that Moment I was reborn as father Anthony Drake. So take my hand and listen to the whispers of thousand dying souls

Growing up I learned many things such as. Knowing when to fake a smile. To lie on a whim, and to act as if nothing was wrong at all. Learning how to do these things helped me many of time growing up in the Priesthood. Knowing I would have to make I way up in the Priesthood. I did all I could to miss out on the beatings. By hiding, lying, and convincing others to take the beatings for me. By doing this I had much more time to study and learn the way of the Priesthood. Reading deep in the books they gave to us. Going far and beyond there expectations. I did all I could to move up the ranks.

By the age of fifteen I went from an altar boy to a Priest underling. With this I no longer had to receive beatings by the Nuns, could now choose those who received the beatings. Acquiring this power I had many younger boys and girls begging me not to choose them, and would do anything and everything for me. Know this I would use it to my advantage. Beings how I was no longer an altar boy I was not a loud in the churches library. Instead of sneaking in myself I would go to one of the altar boys, and promise them that if they brought back the books and manuscripts. That I wanted they would not be chose for that days beating. How they would obtain the things asked for I didn’t care as long as I had them. Once I would be given my books I would lock myself in my room. I would sit there for hours on end just reading, learning and performing dark arts. Learning these things gave me the strength, and the knowledge needed to make it throughout my day.

Going through my days I did my best to mind my own. From time to time the elders would pull me aside and try and bring me to their understandings. When they would do this they would have the nuns come in and bind me to the alter table. Leather cuffs were used on my arms, and legs. A metal bar was used to hold my chest in place. After I was held in place the elder priest would recite readings from the Necronomicon. To summon dark unspeakable powers of hell. With doing this the elders could talk with their masters, and be told secrets. Secrets that no man no woman, no mortal should here. These terrible secrets can bring darkness upon the world. Bringing creatures of pure dark matter. Not darkness evilness just pure dark matter blacker black. Faceless, lifeless and ageless. These creatures have no time which lets them be everywhere all at once. They can skip in and out of space and time whenever they will it. Being able to do this nothing can stop nor control them.