Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned.. [ Open ]

by **Saileyra** August 15th 2013, 10:25 am

It seemed like her fluxing had stopped, finally, she could go between here and home through a device she had created. Fingers flexing, she stood there on a bridge. Vatican City dark tonight, lightning creasing the skies as faces of the angels stared blankly with the flashing of light. From black to marble, the empty faces stared at her; sometimes people considered those faces carved by MichaelAngelo scary and even more so creepy at night. It was quiet, the tourists had left and there was nothing left but the prayers of the monks chiming in prayer.

"O Lord, You know how many and how great are my failings. You know how often I sin, from day to day, from hour to hour, in what I do, and in what I fail to do...."

Those words echoing over her ears, her back twitching with eagerness, wanting release mutations in her home land only causing those decoration of wings to look different. They didn't work here they were an equivalent to looking pretty and all they did was hurt her back..horribly. Water began to fall, hit her skin, causing her black hair to cling to her oval face as her full lips parted to breathe out. A chilly night, her skin harshly warm against the rain as her skin would cause the rain to steam up. White smoke rising into the air as her lips pursed, parting into a frown as she unzipped her jacket.

"O Lord my God, I resolve no more to provoke You, and to desire nothing more than You, for You are alone truly lovable."

Words echoing, lightning flashing, crashing lighting her up from a light hue to dark hue as she scanned her fingers moving to her shoulders pulling it off. The under armor was exposed as she removed the over jacket, dropping it gently, she rolled her shoulders as she had done so; white bursted from her back, sickening cracks occurred. Blood spilled to the ground; greeted by viscous red painted the ground. Red to white, glowing as it splattered the ground. Six wings danced behind her, each set having a different color one red, white, and other black tipped as her white wings stretched twitched on their own accord growing wet.

"If I should offend You again, please grant me the strength to find favor anew in Your eyes and to lead a life more pleasing to You. Amen."

The prayer ended, it tickled her ears as the priests finished their nightly prayer, their sleep to come and pass. The cousin to death as she leaned over, her elbows contacted the railing her ankle moving over one another as she had whispered gently, "Please grant me the strength to find favor anew.." She said flatly, Xeonix and her having a bad blow out, even if she could go home..she had to stay here. She had people she cared for, people that needed her. But the thing was, how long would she be able to stay around for before her life back at home called her. Deep down, she enjoyed this world and how peaceful it was at home..she could never do stuff like this..relax? It didn't exist.

by **Hanna** August 15th 2013, 5:25 pm

Zoe was bored; there was nothing more dangerous than a bored Arae. The creature was laying lazily on one of the bigger Michael Angelo statues, stretched out over the wings that supported her weight. She had her own pair of wings out, thick and filled with black and gold feathers. For amusement she let her fangs drop into her mouth before retracting them. The fangs were thin and sleek, almost identical to snake fangs but they had a more venomous bite.

Italy was one of the more popular joints with the underworld kind, considering one of the main doors to the place it was understandable. She stretched, her stomach arching towards the sky and her red hair spilling over the edge of the angle wing. Zoe sat up, tugging her shirt down over her stomach before picking up her leather jacket and jumping down off the statue. It was a long drop but her wings flared out slowing her decent. She hit the ground with a light thump and an oof before she straightened and stretched again properly. The rain at that point started spattering on her skin and she looked up a frown creasing her brow. The only reason she hadn’t gotten wet earlier was because of an overhang from the church.

Zoe winced as she felt her wings retract, pulled her jacket on, and then zipped it up. Her hand reached up and pulled her hair up and out of her jacket. The Arae had several weapons hidden all over her it was amazing how many weapons could fit into a pair of jeans and a army jacket. From inside the church the monk's chanting stopped and Zoe cocked her head to the side as she listened.

by **Saileyra** August 20th 2013, 12:54 pm

The priests returned, in a line, their robes of black and white decadent as some others of higher ranking wore yellow and others gold. Their line would sparkle as their older faces and younger would cherish the word of the Lord. Their religious dedication and simple ways a marvel to mindkind for they were truly the men of simplicity while others plagued a darker inner side. The priests on tv for their articulation and way of life was a charm and their chime brought on another prayer.

"Dear God, right now, I surrender to You my temptation to binge, to rebel, to misuse the food."

Their forms would lean and bow, knees would contact the ground and their robes would spread like petals. Priests heads would bow, their order of importance in colors, the gold, the white, and then the black and white typical father. They would not mind company, the church of the vatican common ground was open at all hours for those who sought company of the lord and shelter of the rain. The lords house was open to all those who wanted to walk her halls and it was a public place for sanctity. Not that sanctity could be offered to those within with so much evil lurking on the outside halls. Saileyra leaned up as she heard more prayer from the outside, the flashes of lightning coating her bronze skin to a brighter hue of brown to a darker bronze. Her skin of sun-kissed color glowing in the torches fire as her wings pulled into her spine.

"You've blessed me with. Fill me instead with Your Spirit and grace and grant me the power."

Saileyra pulled in her wings, her fingers leaning over to pick up her jacket, squatting some not bending her back. Saileyra knew there was warmth and shelter within and she was just curious. Her own weapons were not so hidden, they were actually obvious, sword at her hip; a gun at her right hip. Xeonix..no where, he and her had a bad blow out..and it just made her heart fill with regret. The words of those priests sure hell didn't help..and it brought back bad memories of just what had happened. Allowing herself to go through the main doors, the priests not minding people of the normal decor and meta-human alike a genuine acceptance beyond that of the common man kind in this current moment.

"And will to stop indulging when I am no longer hungry. Thank You that, by Your Spirit, within me,.."

There deep voices, all in the same hymn that memorization of so many prayers knowing that the lord was watching. Whoever that damned was, her lips being licked she took a seat in the pew within the shadows. The warm of the candle light drying the moisture from her skin as she placed her jacket on the side of the pew her eyes watching her form leaning back as she watched them prey..these men. Their words, hunger, she was hungry all the time..for fucking home.. and power and blood. She knew she was but she was resisting and she knew it was Xeonix and those around her they were her controller and she was anchored to those in OCEAN even if many were leaving..and she had not seen some she knew it would be a matter of time when new faces and positions would show up. Leaning her head back, her eyes stared to the ceiling, staring at the stained glass designs of the typical angel naked babies and the woman nude frolicking with their white wings out..

"I have the ability to resist the urge to overeat today. Amen."

"Amen." She said softly, the priests did not hear as all of them placed their candles on the main deck in front of an statue of Jesus christ. Not that their beliefs mattered anything to her, not that jesus mattered to her, it was the words they were saying. As it may have been their lord she certainly didn't believe in it, but those prayers..she could relate to the words within..too well.

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