Father Sergio

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Description

Fr. Sergio is a little of his nut.
He's been on the island too long and is a bit discouraged and paranoid.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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All right, Father Sergio voice the deep voice of a preacher baritone. Nervous, emotional prone toe crow keenness or becoming high pitched a sometimes sobs and stutters. Age over 50 Biography. A Catholic priest who's gone mad ever since founder Sergio became a priest, he stayed on the island, which he loves. His nerves have always been a bit unstable. His inability to fight back the superstitions and gossip of the locals greatly upsets him. When strange people started appearing on the island, he immediately perceived something was wrong, he told the locals. Some of them were demon possessed. However, many of his parishioners dismissed what he said, and by the time the island was nearly deserted, he turned into an aggressive, impulsive man who tends to accuse everyone he meets of apostasy. Active, energetic, extravagant in character. Father Sergio will work day and night, provided he sees the results of his labor and considers them beneficial. He's not evil, Just mildly insane. Okay, I forgive you. Forgiveness is my duty. Flint is Flint is they come to my church, but he just keeps fidgeting. I couldn't wait to leave. He did not want God. Nobody here does. I haven't seen him for a year. It's him. He brought us those filthy thoughts he sacks Smells like you. They smelled of pagan poison is you? You were in the sacks. You were brought here to corrupt my people. You will pay for this credo. My steps are light. I'm weightless. But other steps so many of them they dread on sanctities forever. Your fifth made this fog cold and sticky. Your breathe. You bring that venom. You ruined this town. You drove away my barristers and crucified those who stayed. Now it's on Lee wetness, fog and darkness. Enough! The ground itself won't hear you! Enough! The ground itself won't bear you. You spread the seeds of poisonous trees. The roots will destroy graves. Break the coffins! There twigs dripping venom will entangle everything. Enough! Go away! You again! It hurts to hear your steps. They hit me like a hammer. It's an anvil! You will be devoured by the ground. You will go to where you belong. Don't bother the dead ones. Their sleep is righteous. They were given a church burial. Go away! Go away! Stay where you are. I'll burn you to ashes. Pray, pray Whatever you pray to Who do you pray to? Who do you pray to? I see right through you Your words are lies But you can't hide your thoughts You are a pagan. I see this. Ah, human with no faith is not a human. Burn it with fire Fire Miserable, miserable person You've destroyed your soul. Take it and prepared to answer to God. Why? Why do you need it? It will burn your pasta, Khaled. It would Why? Why do you need it? It will burn ur pasta article hands to save lives. But it helps Onley to those who wanted to ones who believe. But there are no more such people here. The irreparable thing has already happened. Every center finds it possible. Toe threaten the pastor. I cannot return to God in the damn place. Taking and go away. I don't want to see you anymore. Why would a man go down under the ground during his lifetime in order to hide their actions, Their thoughts thieves and conspirators air digging their passages under the ground like worms. Everyone knows that Tunnels air crashing from the crawling from the hospital. And I feel evil A nest in it he'll your ailment? Prayers? Wicked. Or do you want to go to the slaughter of the dark? Priests Doomed, Confused people date way to a den of sacrilege. You will find nearby appear the one who rules here. The one who rules their considers himself equal with God. And this is the first sign of madness. The world is buried in the mud and godlessness confesses. Life is not worth a breath. Brass farthing. The world is buried in the mud and godlessness. Confessors Life is not worth of brass farthing. You've told that you've got good intentions. You could fool me, but remember that everyone will have to answer before God. I'm Al Harrison has been my pleasure reading this demo for you. I'll be happy to read it to your satisfaction. Give me a call at 202 to 7607 to five or 202 to 917056 email seed before the sewer. That's one word at msn dot com. Thanks and God bless