Chapter 1
It was like any other day in Estonia. Well, besides the hanging russians that were held up by the neck besides the tree right next to the church were Claus was working as priest for the all mighty god above.
Clause wasn't fond of smelly corpses being right next to his churce since it probably gave his churce a bad review for the bad ventilation, but knew that the so called dead communist were a necessary prompt for the locals that lived near here.
Besides, more dead russians, meant more money to his churce (pockets).
"Mister Clause, can I have a moment of your time!?" The girl was sobbing like a small child. "Please, I don't know what to do."
"Something the matter?" I asked.
An older man came into the church with his cain, but he didn't make it far as soon ashe entered his entire body was crushed to the ground, making him graveyard dead.
"I see, so you became a witch, good for you my child."
Still sobbing she said, "Good! How is this good, I killed them, every single one of them."
"So you came here even knowing that you had a chance to crush me as well?"
Her legs gave out on her as she a hard time crasping what was even goin on. New litter of water had started leave from her forehead.
"Guess you don't want t have a conversation right now," he put her hand over his shoulder. "Come on I'll take you to rest, I don't have any water right now put I some ta that is still warm, hw about it."
No answer.
"...We'll talk later then."
The idea of a world where hanged Russians are just “normal decor” and the priest sees them as good for business is dark in a fun way. I’m curious to see where this story goes and how the priest’s character develops. Also, a quick proofread for spelling (“church”, “Russians”, “Claus”, “God”) would help the chapter flow much better! Keep writing!