✞31 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Psalm 51:14
Deliver me from my bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.[†]
( The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. )
Deliver me from my bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.[†]
( The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. )
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The darkness and the sounds from above ground reminded her of too many terrible things that happened in the past, and the girl had drawn her legs up tighty against herself that it made her knees feel stiff and sore. Her small wings were flexed down, the tips of her feathers brushing up against her back as she trembled like a frightened bird with her eyes closed, hands clinging to what they could of the Archbishop's attire.
Her own commlink had been abandoned, for now, laying deactivated across the floor. She didn't want to see, or hear anything else. She didn't want to know whether anyone else she cared about had died.
The song had done well to calm her down. At least she wasn't making those pitiful sobbing noises with her lack of voice anymore... Still, she remained close to the Archbishop, seeking out comfort and trying to block everything else out.]
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It was the the rustling of some monster that had sneaked in, however... The rustle of heavy cloth, and the soft clink of a metal rosary brushing against the now tarnished brass fittings on the tattered coat.
Though the gleam of glasses showed faintly in whatever scant light there was to be had down there, it wasn't blond that became visible, but long, shining silver.
Quiet, somber faced, Abel carefully shouldered his way past the doors, shutting them firmly behind him.]
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Willowy bends kept themselves tied about the young girl's delicate frame, cool retractiles combing through tresses of gold just to keep his hands from idling as he bowed his head in quiet benediction.
God be merciful to me a sinner.
Every shudder from the outside calamity, every screech from Hell's demons had him pleading harder.
God, cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me.
Till surely the sweat trickling down his brow would become as blood.
Thou has created me; Lord, have mercy on me.
And soon the sounds were deafening under his own vehement prayers, till he could hear no more but his own voice lamenting in his mind. Yet the shimmer of silver caught the corner of his eye, breaking him of his pitiful pleas. He looked up, heart leaping into his throat with the hope that he had been answered by the very grace of heaven.
I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.Brows knit in error of his foolish want, regarding Abel with brief look of alarm.. and relaxing into ( ... )
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No one else had come down here in some time...
Who was it...? Father Anderson?]
...
[Nill squinted her eyes to try to look more carefully, catching the silver hues of Abel's hair and his metal rosary in the dim light.
Her own brow knitted with confusion. He wasn't someone that she expected to be seeking sanctuary in a place like this. Father Nightroad was supposed to be stronger than that...
So why...?]
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No, he hadn't come for shelter. ... They needed him back at the school. Lilith needed him....
He clutched the small bundle to him, fighting to just raise his gaze to look Maxwell in the eye... and completely unable to do that for Nill. He couldn't... She was so close to-
And Maxwell. The grip tightened imperceptibly as he met the Archbishops gaze.]
... There was an accident at Marshall. [Though his expression remained unreadable, the deep, hoarse tone of his voice conveyed something much, much different]
I-
[Cain. Anderson... His fingers uncurled, the ruined and dented frames of a pair of circular wire frame glasses resting in his palm, the cracked glass of the lens already starting to crumble. Beside it, a communicator. Scuffed, but appearing more or less unharmed. The thing may as well have been
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