Begging for?

It wasn't clear how long he'd been staring at the ceiling for, though the clock has most likely struck midnight, since shadows waltzed on the stone walls and arguments spoken in whispers were audible all around. Sergei had been laying on the ground, completely paralysed, muttering to himself during moments of clarity:

-...in this hea-heartfelt moment-t I I reach out with a humble heart, with...a heart, seeking your g-grace to intercede...intercede. With yarning soul, I I beg you, o...o g-g...Adon Olam, to find solace...find it... in your grace, to grand what I...I deserve...I deserve it. I am the one who does! I do, I do. I...I seek to walk the path that brings me, me... I'm the one...me...brings me closer to where you are...I deserve it. I do!-

The man's speech abruptly stopped and only saliva was left running down his face, he grabbed a tapestrie for support and got back on his feet. All chatter died down and dozens of eyes stayed watching their Master slowly make his way down the hallway with the help of the stone walls.

A menacing scream broke everyone's focus and brought Lenki to reality. The man wobbled, the ground under his feet seemed to become soft and right as he jumped back and clutched a cross residing in his pocket, a feminine figure ascended from the floor. Even though she seemed very much alive, her skin had gotten gray, dress stained and dirtied with dust, one couldn't even tell the color of her hair or eyes. Sergei's face turned in anger:

-Woman, you've no right to stand in my way...- another devilish scream, tainted by sobs, interrupted his words.

-You took everything from me! I did not deserve to die, you monster!-

Her words lingered and nobody dared to make noise. The man fully regained his composure.

-Dare not speak to me this way! Before you go to hell where you belong, say, who are you?- he chuckled.

Screeching so loud, seemingly able to penetrate anything in the world, made Sergei's hands fly to his ears and his body twist in agony. It seemed to bore into his skull from every direction, pierce his heart and last for hours, though in a minute Malenki opened his eyes to find the hall, along with all the drawings, empty. He wasted no time and rushed up and outside, to the main farm buildings.

Sergei's destination was the chicken coop, his shaking hand mercilessly grabbed one of the startled residents and swiftly spun it around, yelling:

-I rid myself of sin, o my Adon Olam, I cleanse my soul, as I would hundreds of times for your grace!-

In the heat of the moment his muscles tightened and he smashed the limp body into the metal fencing just a few steps away, though he wasn't satisfied and the beatings proceeded for as long as there was noise and any sign of air bubbles rising from the bloody collection of meaty parts mangled together. His long nail poked the crimson thing, causing the last stream of blood to shoot out, and hand crushed the remains, most of which fell to the ground, to be found by some unfortunate child of a maid out to feed her precious animals, that she had bonded so well with.

The man barely got out of the building before flopping down and enjoying the embrace or nature. His form remained steady and he seemed comfortable, though if one were to take a closer look, a quivering lip, shaky hands and terrified eyes would immediately catch them off guard, and whispers to be remembered for decades would drill deep into their skull.

Sergei's eyes slowly trailed away from the stars and towards the forest, where a pale woman adorned in beautiful, though dreadfully dirtied, garments and pearls was making her way through the trees, seemingly unaware of glorious howling coming from not far behind her or the man stuck to the ground watching her. Those feet seemed to carry no weight and tirelessly move in a captivating manner so much so, that Sergei realised he had been watching her for so long that a sunrise was due any second. He quickly rushed to a window with bars, stuck in the ground, and slid through into a dark tunnel. The tall figure loomed through the space like an even darker shadow, muttering in a deep, strained voice:

-My lord, I beg of you for a sign. I'm your lowly servand, have been and will be. I beg of you for a sign of recognition, hoping for my pleas to be heard by your grace. All I want is to bathe in your divinity that transcends soul and matter.-

Sergei's steps became heavier and the metal clanking more audible. He touched around the floor in the darkness for anything even remotely resembling a cane, now whining with every third step.

-My lord, a sign...a sign. I think not of riches or women, I beg only for you.-

The man's hand once again found comfort in his pocket, though after a minute abandoned it and continued on all fours, soaking the priceless fabric of his clothes in dirty water. The man felt like barely any time passed, though he'd been crawling for a while, the skin on his fingers had gotten wrinkled up and urine soaked his pants.

-Great Adon O...- the man began, but ominous laughter that seemed to come from all sides of him interrupted the sentence, awaiting a personal response.

-You foul scum, you'll never be me! Hiding in the dark and expecting importance! Terrific, absolutely terrific I say!-

A sliver of light suddenly cought Sergei's eye and brought him back from the anguish. He made his way forth as quickly as he could, slipping and slamming into the puddles a few times in the process, and fell through the slightly ajar door from which the warm colour was pouring from. With all the energy left, he ripped a barely adjacent piece of wood away from the doorframe and dragged it along, putting some of his bodyweight onto it when optimal. Tens of pieces of it quickly became embedded into the palms of his hands and Servei dropped his support, falling to his knees once again. One arm helped him crawl, while the other one ripped away the white button up shirt. The laughs that had remained in the tunnels bothered him no more, on the contrary, his face now turned in absolute ecstasy.

-My lord, I come before you, with nothing to hide nor able to do so. Your grace is everything to me and I'm your servant, I'm just a lowly rat devoted to you and I beg, I beg you of your recognition,- Sergei unbottoned his pants -I beg you! I come before you in my helplessness, my lord, my grace, please let my pleas be...-

-My lord!- Mik screeched at the sight before him.

-I am deserving of grace! Dare you defy me brat?-

-No master! I beg you for forgiveness, I couldn't help seeing...-

-Mik!-

Sergei's screaming overpowered all presences nearby and suddenly only ringing was left in his ears. The man barely managed the slip his hand inside his pocket to touch the silver treasure, as darkness overpowered his vision.