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The Littlest Red Hood Part 1

Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: MadameMolly, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

wearing her red, blood stained traveling cloak. “Cordelia, I’m glad to see you made it back alive. Were there any casualties?” Cordelia pulled her hood back and knelt in front of the bishop, placing her head against his ring. “Thank you, sir. I am sad to report we lost Will, Thomas, Edward, and Luke.” Looking up at the bishop she added, “We were successful in destroying the monsters we were sent to destroy, and on the way home we even stumbled upon a lair of six. Of course they are no longer among the living.” Beaming with pride, he pulled her to her feet. “Oh Cordelia, it was a wonderful blessing the day the Lord seemed fit to send you to us.” The Bishop released her and walked back to his desk. “I assume you have destroyed the bodies of the four you lost.” It was a statement not a question. “Yes sir. We brought back a few of their belongings to give to their families. The men are all downstairs waiting for me to return. Cade will deliver the news and the items to their families.” “Good, good. Tell Cade we will have a service for those brave souls tomorrow. Now, go tell the men to collect their pay from Deacon John and then go celebrate their return with their families,” the Bishop said, dismissing her. “Yes sir,” she bowed her head and turned to leave. “Cordelia?” She turned back to the Bishop. “Yes, sir?” “Tell the men to leave Deacon John alone. He is such a nervous little man. It took him weeks to recover from your last return.” His voice was stern but there was a smile ... in his eyes. She tried her best to cover the grin. “Yes sir,” she said, and left to get the men paid. Cordelia was the head of a special army in the village designed by the church. It was their job to eliminate werewolves. She was not the only woman on the team, but she was the smallest; 5’6 with a slender build. 5’6 is not that short, but when you are standing next to men that range from 6’3 to 6’5 and other women that are at least 6’0, it makes you look little. They all wore red cloaks as a symbol of the blood they were willing to shed to save themselves and their families from evil. The red cloak and her small size is how she had managed to earn the nickname, Little Red Riding Hood. By the time Cordelia made it back to the sanctuary, the men were already harassing John. They weren’t physically touching him; they would never do that. Instead they were telling him tales of their adventure. That might have been worse for John then actually touching him. Most of them had grown up with John so it was all in fun. He was always so small and timid; a very sickly child that wasn’t able to learn a trade. Joining the church was his only logical choice. “Alright that’s enough!” Cordelia snapped as she stepped off the bottom step. “Leave the Deacon alone, he doesn’t want to hear any of your stories. Do you John?” she asked, putting her arm around him. He was a few inches smaller than her and had never quite filled out like the rest of the men. He shook his head rapidly and he allowed ...