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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 1:14:32 GMT -5
He stood alone before the alter of the Nightmare church
Eyes drawn to the writhing man upon the cross,
“Father…”
He soothed,
“Even within such darkness you attempt to make yourself known to these undeserving things.”
A deep chuckle, echoed within the halls of the cathedral,
“You’re running out of time Father…the amount of twisted souls grows thin here.”
“Be patient prince.”
“How can I, when the came is so very…enticing.”
Seth smiled as the animal voice of the demon rumbled through his mind, a blurred mix of reality and thought.
“You have no need to worry, now is just the beginning, and my lifetime is long beneath the ideal of God…each day that I live, at least one will die…and far more, until each last nightmare, is yours, my prince.”
The moon shone through the stained glass as he placed his hands together, feeling the stick of red slide between his fingers
It was strange
He had always imagined Nightmare blood
To be black
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 1:24:05 GMT -5
It had been a while since Iseabail had been in the cathedral; it was high time she went back. She was looking forward to simply kneeling and praying. Her faith was going to be one of the few things that kept her going on those especially dark days.
Genuflecting at the back of the sanctuary, Iseabail paid no notice to the other man in the cathedral; it was unusual for someone else to be there at the same time as she usually was, but not unheard of. She made her way to the front and sat down in one of the pews, reacquainting herself with the atmosphere of the place.
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 1:53:19 GMT -5
The footsteps echoed within the hallows of the church
Someone else
Eyes slid to the pew
A girl
Contaminating this holy place
A place of retribution
And sacrifice
The calm voice soothed,
“Hello Child, what brings you to this house of repentance?”
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 2:02:32 GMT -5
Iseabail had been kneeling to pray when a voice interrupted. Startled, she looked up, wondering who on earth was talking to her. She'd never seen this man before, that was for certain. Sliding back into the pew again, Iseabail murmured, "I come here to pray and to confess."
Smiling slightly, she looked around before continuing, "I havena been here for a little bit; it was time to come back." A broken heart wasn't going to keep her from one of her favorite places.
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 2:10:35 GMT -5
“He turned, hands placed behind his back, eyes glancing towards the feet of the alter
Hidden
A friendly smile
How perfect, what a blessing today would be…
Another look towards to the young woman sitting in the front pews
The mother Mary and her child, what a beautiful picture the pair would make,
“Would you mind if I sat with you?”
The collar around his neck and plain robes and he smiled, warm and open ,
“Perhaps you can tell me what troubles you.”
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 2:22:31 GMT -5
There was something about this man that unnerved her. Which was unusual; in Chimera, most people were unnerving to begin with. But there was something different, here; something that Iseabail couldn't put her finger on. She figured it was just her imagination, paranoia getting the best of her.
"Feel free," she murmured, indicating the empty space next to her. "And it's just a case of heartbreak, Father," she told him, folding her hands in her lap. Unless he asked and maybe not even then, she wasn't going to really elaborate.
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 2:34:28 GMT -5
He sat beside her
The moon reflecting off his soft brown eyes, giving them an unnatural, animalistic sharpness
A wolf
Eyeing its prey
“Heart break is so common,”
He soothed,
“Amongst the young of today.”
Eyes fell to her mouth
Two fangs revealed as she spoke
A pretty little nightmare
An immortal figure
Just as the mother herself. His eyes traced over her soft curls and each ethereal feature she possessed
Perfect
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful”
He soothed, resting a hand over hers
“If the Lord could just release us from it all”
The thick red dripped over her thin white fingers
A child’s blood
He smiled, the warm entrapping comfort of death
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 2:42:02 GMT -5
Was that blood on his hands? Iseabail was a vampire; she knew blood when she saw and/or smelled it and that was definitely blood. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed earlier. Ah, well, it wasn't that unusual in Chimera. In the cathedral, yes, it was, though. What had he been up to? But it wasn't her place to judge. Judge not lest ye be judged is what the scripture said, after all.
She laughed slightly, murmuring, "Weel, I'm no exactly "young," Father, but aye, it is common enough." Or so it seemed, the way that people talked. In reality, Iseabail had no idea.
He was making her uncomfortable again. Was he talking about suicide? But she was Catholic; all suicides were damned. "Aye, there are times that I feel that way," she admitted, glancing up at the crucifix on the altar. "But then there are the times that He gives us to enjoy." She had had a lot of those, she felt, before this unhappy situation. Things were different now, and she was still getting used to that change.
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 2:53:11 GMT -5
His gin widened a little,
“Amazing that one so tainted as you, understands the meaning of this world,”
The sharp shine of his eyes grew more intense,
“It only makes you more deserving, of this great gift.”
Grip tightened, pieces of torn flesh dragged from beneath his fingernails
The thick smell of decay seem to drift through the cathedral
The smell of innocent sacrifice and a loving God
“Why don’t you come…and bear your sins unto me, My Child.”
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Post by Maestro on Aug 31, 2008 3:02:34 GMT -5
Okay, this was getting creepier by the second. What the hell was going on?! "Tainted?" she asked, pulling away from the man. "What do ye mean, tainted? I havena been shriven yet, aye, but I havena been to Confession. I came to the cathedral to prepare myself for Confession."
And then she understood. He was some sort of fanatic, wasn't he, some Dream fanatic that believed all Nightmares were the Devil's work. Why hadn't she noticed that smell before?! "I will bare my sins before no one but my priest and my God," she told Seth, rising from the pew. "And I willna stand for the murder of innocents; ye will answer for what ye've done!" Of course, with some fanatics, that wasn't enough; they had to feel that their punishment was divine or it wouldn't do anything. Iseabail had a feeling that this particular specimen was one of those types.
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 3:15:08 GMT -5
He stood with her, as did the shadow behind him
A rising, twisting creature
It snaked over his shoulders,
Seth laughed,
“I answer to God and the Devil,”
Grin crept unnaturally over his face
“And my prince desires you, most of all.”
A soft stream of light poured from the shadow, racing towards her
A cleansing light of holy fire, racing across the ground to restrain her, burn her, “we are born sinners,”
The light wrapped around her, warm at first, than piercing
“given to Prince Lucifer, His most precious angel, until we are taken from it’s dark claws and into His warm, wrathful embrace.”
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 11:29:26 GMT -5
Mercedes had woken with the worlds worst hangover when her alarm went of at six thirty. Being Nightmare apparently didn't mean she was immune to killing brain cells. She could only remember what seemed like half of the night before. Poor Iseabail... Mercedes rolled herself to the edge of the bed. She had to find her aunt. Whether to apologize for her behavior or just check in, she wasn't sure.
That had been a little over an hour ago. Now, Mercedes was aimlessly wandering the streets of Chimera, looking for the Scottish vampire. She'd checked Iseabail's residence, the Opera, she'd called her parents, she'd even inquired at the palace. The woman was nowhere to be found. Finally, she had wandered to the cemetery. Iseabail has brought her and Bela here once and it was worth a shot. She wasn't expecting to find anything until she heard voices. Encouraged, she picked up her pace to a jog and bounded up the front stone stairs, opening the large doors. What she saw was very far from what she had expected.
"You!" she shouted from the back of the church. Her pace quickened further until she was charging down the aisle. "Get away from her!" Damn. Why hadn't she brought her gun?
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 12:17:21 GMT -5
The familiar voice reached his ears
Arching his back, head rolling to look at her
The shattered smile of a serene priest, could not have been wider
“Miss detective…”
The twisted sooth of his voice dripped with an unnatural tone
As if every bad thing that could happen at that moment
Would
And he would be there, to grin and comfort and convince you that it was all for a good cause,
“Have you come to confess?”
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Post by redtopaz on Aug 31, 2008 12:28:36 GMT -5
Jerk! She was going to subdue him if she had to use her teeth to do it. She rushed the man, aiming to tackle him. She managed to get an arm around his neck and yanked backwards. At least, she was hoping her attack would break his concentration and allow Isebail to get away. Nobody hurt her family and got away with it!
"Mr. Vann," she hissed. "Priest, my ass."
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Post by demitri on Aug 31, 2008 12:34:22 GMT -5
A shrieking laugh escaped as she pulled him down to her level
“Now, now…”
Fingertips holding their soft glow as his hands gripped around her eyes, attempting to pour the burning heat into her skull as he ripped away
Body held up like a puppet on strings as he swayed,
“No reason for that, we all must sacrifice loved ones, for the sake of good and damnation.”
He licked his lips, eyes excited by the struggle
The challenged
The chase
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