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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 17:08:34 GMT -5
{Morjean}
warning: violence, swearing, some sexual references, nsfw
There was silence. No, not the kind of agonizing silence that buzzes in your ears but just- content silence. Ash hummed, shifting in he.r place, feeling the comfortable cushion beneath he.r. Content silence. Though it was mid day and the sun was high, the church still had a dark, musty haze misting about the open space. It was nice; content.
The girl breathed in deeply through he.r nose and held he.r breath for a while. She closed he.r eyes; she could feel the tension that rose from the only other in the room. She exhaled, finally, a lazy grin pulling at he.r lips. The light glimmering from the stained glass windows made he.r peculiar amount of eyes sparkle and highlighted he.r malicious intent. Then she began.
"Have mercy upon me, O God," he.r cordial voice pierced the silence in luscious volume, "According to Your lovingkindness; According to the multitude of Your tender mercies," the women continued. She rose from the oak pew she perched upon, soundlessly walking the isle with he.r bare feet. Any other church, she'd be gast to step afoot holy ground in such attire. Ash continued to speak he.r prayer with such confidence, you'd think she was reciting from the book Itself. "Blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,-" finally reaching the figure she claimed he.r own, (even after his countless denial) she almost strained to look to the taller. Ash's saccharine grin unwavering, she finished with a whisper. "And cleanse me from my sin.- Amen. Hello Father, miss me?"
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 20, 2015 13:40:19 GMT -5
To say that the Reverend didn’t like Ash would be putting it easy on her; he bloody well despised her. The cocky attitude, the bloody disrespect, the sheer fact that she held power over him — whether he liked it or not [or would ever admit it, for the matter]. In his eyes, Ash was a walking dare; and the priest told himself he would just tear out her throat one fortunate day. Empty promises, he knew, he wouldn't dare angering the top-dogs in such a way ― at least not as of now.
And so, understandably, Rev had tried his best to ignore the Votive sitting halfway down the aisle, but that hadn't worked out. There simply was no concentrating on his work with such a dangerous and possibly manic person around, especially if said person was more than likely out for his demise ― which, from experience, seemed to always be the case. Whatever it is that Ash is getting out of this?
She made him feel uneasy. Not like anyone could blame him.
And that was when she started reciting. Mocking him with her words, dripping blasphemy with every syllable, certainly not doing well to his already irritated self. And with the way she acted, Rev could have sworn he knew exactly where this was going. But yet, it was not like he had much of a choice other than playing along, however petty the game, so he did just that ― Looking down at Ash, his head canted ever so slightly, he concluded her words: "For I acknowledge my transgressions ― and my sin is ever before me.” The demon was showing far more fangs than necessary, voice cold and frigid to a point these walls have seldom heard. The question he ignored.
"Peculiar choice of prayer. Have you come to repent?"
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2015 16:46:57 GMT -5
Ah, there it was. The look of disdain, the tone of distaste; any other creature and she'd be offended, even hurt. But messing with this demon brought her pure glee.
Ash practically swooned when he finally met her gaze, finishing her prayer. Oh, if he didn't stop sweet talking her, she didn't know what she was going to do.
Ash has been told too many times she had an issue when it came to the things she called "mine." However true that may be, it didn't matter. The moment she set eyes on the one before her, she knew what she wanted: his being, entirely. It also didn't matter what he thought nor what he wanted. Unless he were to finally agree to truly being her's. But until then, she'd play, and she'd tease and she'd torment until she got what she wanted. And she always got what she wanted. Ash wouldn't have it any other way. Call her stubborn, but that's just how it was.
"Oh, of course! Sinners repent, don't they?" she decided to humor the priest- or, rather mock him. Ash leaned in, "Are you to punish me, Father?" she chimed in ribald manner. Circling the demon, she swayed her hips along the way, behind him. She hopped up to sit upon his pulpit, crossing her legs. Ash leaned back on one hand, the other, she used to inspect her nails. "That'd be fun," she hummed, suggesting, "Maybe a little payback?" Leering at him, she gave out a boisterous laugh that echoed off the church's high ceiling. The amount of times she's deluded this poor creature was purely hilarious. Meddling with the Reverend's contemptuous attitude was too fun to pass up. Especially when she had hubris of her own.
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Post by Reverend Mateus on May 23, 2015 13:05:46 GMT -5
The Reverend turned on his spot in order to follow Ash’s movements, and there was a slight facial twitch as she was actually impudent enough to sit on the pulpit. He thought it distasteful, her words combined with the leering, an unpleasant notion making his skin crawl in entirely the wrong way ― Just what had he done to condone being claimed as a pet by such a person? “This is holy ground.” He had to remind her, forcing himself to take some of the edge out of his voice, not quite as cold and outright hateful as before [albeit the glaring he couldn’t help], forced for the sake of his own nerves. “Show some respect.” He tilted his head at her words, but refrained from voicing his concerns about how Ash likely wasn’t taking this serious anyhow; because after all Rev had no right to turn down a sinner in need of absolution. ”If you wish to repent,” The priest said in the end, in a matter-of-fact way, “then it is my duty to hear your confession.” After all, repentance is repentance, and the prospect of a little payback was alluring enough... So he turned away to approach the altar, a ceremonial dagger picked up. It was an intricately carved piece of work, patterns of bone and gold, traces of residue blood having seeped into the grooves, not always having been given willingly. He was still facing away from her as he proceeded to carefully run a finger down the edge of the blade, to check whether it was sharp enough ― More out of habit than anything, or for show perhaps; after all he knew it was sharp. “ ―Get down on your knees and lower your head in the face of The Lord.” There was just a hint of a smirk now, low-key audible in his voice too.
“Speak your sins, child, so He shall hear.”
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 17:53:33 GMT -5
She scoffed at his audacity to tell her to get on her knees. But in context, she'd let it slide- for now. Completely ignoring his comment on respect, Ash hopped down from the pulpit, smoothing the rolls in her torn robe. A vicious smirk full of poison unwillingly hit her lips. Oh, she'll get on her knees.
Walking casually after him, she let out a soft chuckle before actually dropping to her knees. This is going to be fun, and maybe he'll have a little fun, too. The action made a soft thump and she wiggled slightly. She rolled her shoulders, inhaling. Eyeing the object he held, she let out a low hum, puckering her bottom lip out. Pretty, she thought to herself. How she'd love to see that dagger making even more pretty designs on the one who possessed the weapon. But it wasn't about him right now. This was about her. Ah yes, repenting. She had to laugh at that. The silly notion of retrieving forgiveness by simply asking. And she'd much rather see him on his knees, begging. But again, this wasn't about him. Its too soon for that, anyhow. But she will make him beg one day. Ash is as certain as the unquestionable God in heaven.
Ash laughed at the confident tone in his voice. She wanted him to hold onto that confidence for dear life because when she finally rips it away, the moment she sees the esteemed priest break will be so much sweeter.
She cleared her throat, straitening her posture. "I confess to almighty God," she broke the silence, her voice husky. "to the saints, and to all the Saints, and to thee, brother," she said with a nod. Ash raised her chin, her eyes analyzing her dearest reverend. "That I have sinned in thought-" Ash shimmied on the floor, running a hand through her hair. "in speech, in work," Ash listed easily. "In the purity of mind and of the body." shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head, looking off, her eyes wide with an innocent sparkle. "Therefore," she sighed dramatically,"I beseech you, pray for me." Finishing with an almost swoon, she returned her gaze back to the priest, giving the most lewd expression she could ever muster.
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Post by Reverend Mateus on Jun 16, 2015 10:45:26 GMT -5
The Reverend would be lying if he claimed that Ash’s prayer wasn’t affecting him, if it still could be called such. At least she knew her words, however twisted she delivered them, laced with a kind of innuendo he had half a mind to force out of her mind ― preferably by repeatedly smashing her head against the marble floor, that ought to do the trick. It took him a few silent words of apology for having thought such things before he could focus again, and that was when he picked up a silver rosary, a twin piece to the blade. He had carefully placed both aside as he had gotten down on one knee in front of Ash ― Which was a form of respect duly required of him in this situation, no matter how much he would prefer not to assume such a stance right now, surely not towards someone like her. At least, of the two of them, he was still better off.
“Hold still now, don’t move.” The priest then hissed, sharply, and Ash had barely finished her prayer when he grabbed her wrists. He was anything but gentle in the way he yanked them in place, brought together so he could tie the rosary around her wrists; once, twice folded in itself. The cross Rev placed in her palms, an inappropriately gleeful smirk on his lips. “ - ―May the Lord answer you in the day of trouble; ” He finally went on, the dagger now raised, a slight pause more for effect than anything. “And may He send you help from the sanctuary, strengthen you out of Zion.” It was a precise motion that followed, a neat line drawn on her left forearm, the bite of the blade causing a trickle of blood to run down the other’s arm and gather in her palms. A cut to match soon followed on the other side ― The demon knew what he was doing. Where and how deep to cut as to not hit any major arteries, but still draw more than enough blood to coat both the cross and her hands in it; for needless to say he has had more than enough practice at it by now. Still, the priest wished she had asked for blessings instead, he would just love to see her turned inside out. Maybe one day. He concluded the prayer before he could get lost in such thoughts once again:“ May He remember all your offerings, and accept your burnt sacrifice. ”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 13:53:10 GMT -5
This shouldn't take too much time at all. Or at least she hoped. The ritual certainly wasted time, in her opinion. The floor was rather uncomfortable on her already-wounded knees. Her gaze was sent to the ground in thought before she gasped lightly in surprise at the rough grasp of her wrists and the sharp pain that followed. The flames atop her antlers flickered and lit high as a noise that would be a mix of a wince and moan escaped her. Well, okay then, it was that kind of show. Ash supposed she's never really repented before. Not like this. Which isn't very good compared to how much she has 'sinned.'
Once the pain finally subsided (which didn't take long, shes been in worse pain before), Ash calmed her nerves and looked at her arms that soon flooded with her dark blood.
"Oh, I feel cleaner already," the girl cooed, tone leaking with sarcasm. Her grin unwavering in its condescending way, a breathless snicker passed her lips. She looked to her priest, locking eye contact with him as her black tongue whipped out to lap up some of her own blood. "Mmm," she hummed, "Tastes good." Positioning herself forward to lean more towards him, she raised both her arms up, offering her forearms. "Would you like some, babe?" The expression on her face was all but appropriate in a house of God. All her nine eyes were half lidded and she was practically panting with a hazy blush. All things considered pain were gone. She never minded a little pain, though she did prefer to inflict it rather than it being inflicted on her. The antlered girl bit her lower lip that was doused in blood, completely giddy at the taste. "Its just so tempting," she teased easily, returning her hard gaze back onto him. The reverend was so beautiful at this angle, so high and mighty looking. Her little angel, eh -- demon. She loved to stomp all over his pride, making fun of his authority. That's what all this was. Just a big tease.
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Post by Reverend Mateus on Aug 19, 2015 5:05:13 GMT -5
The demon took a hold of her arm as she held them out, but not for a taste as she had intended, no — instead Rev simply undid the rosary he had previously wrapped around her wrists, the silvern metal now drenched in a shade of red he would surely appreciate; if only he could see it. But alas. Though Rev completely ignored her words, decidedly so, for he wasn't sure whether he would be able to resist if he were to pay attention to the offer. Although it would hardly stay at a small taste of blood, that's for sure. So instead he leaned forward by just enough to place the rosary around her neck, the clasp done up with a bit of fidgeting. "Keep it." He spoke, rather patronisingly, getting to his feet again and taking a step or two back. What a miserable display, he had to note: the so-called-mistress, down on her knees, wounded and bloodied with such a pitiful air of need about her. Pathetic. "Your wretched soul needs all the condolence it can get, shall it help you come to your right mind. — You may rise." And the last words were spoken with a slight wave of a hand, the blade absently cleaned with the sleeve of his robe before he returned it to its place.
At this point he was mainly offended by Ash's overdone manner, and the way she tried to rile him up — not that it didn't work, no, he very much wanted to backhand that smug grin right off her face, but that would mean losing this little game of whatever this was. The demon gave his best to conceal this impression in cold disdain, and so rather he bit down on his teeth, half an intake of breath before he raised his voice again: "Nevertheless, I can hardly believe you have come for the mere sake of repentance, or am I mistaken? —Or have you just come to make eyes at me like a lovesick teenager?"
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