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Saints and Sinners (Baptiste and Zenith)

Baptiste had finally found a breaking point, realizing he'd been in a downward spiral since the second he'd met Jason, knowing without a doubt he had disappointed his father, and betrayed his duties as a priest. Bap had even fallen short on things as simple as prayer and talking to the big man lately, something he never went a day without doing before he found himself in an unlikely relationship. Now that he was single again, the Valkyr felt as though he'd finally came up for air after drowning for so long. For a while now, Bap had been searching for himself, trying to figure out who he truly was.

He knew that the only time in his life he'd felt any comffort from the fact that he'd been forced to leave his old life behind him, watching as he became nothing but a shadow to those who'd known him back then, was when he was surrounded by chapel/church walls, or reading his bible, or talking to the man above that many many times, he'd forsaken for worldly pleasures. Finding his way back to all that had been a struggle lately, but Baptiste decided to press on, and each and every day after work, he added bible study and prayer to his schedule.

Today was no exception for the Valkyr. After making rounds at the hospital to pray with families who were on the verge of losing their loved ones, or already had lost their loved one(s), the Valkyr stalked the streets for a while, walking among the shadowed areas, but finding himself in the sun more times than he could remember. Something about the sun brought a little bit of peace to Bap's mind, as to where most Valkyr's were of dark nature, Baptiste was truly as pure as one could get, and often found himself weary of other's, assuming they silently judged him for his lifestyle and the fact that he did have a deep and personal relationship with God.

When he felt he had spent enough time surrounded by nature, and observing people from a distance who were hell bent on daming their souls, he finally made it through the doors of the church. Shaking his head at how small the Valkyr felt upon walking through these doors, Baptiste made his way to a confessional. Full of anxiety, he jumped a little when the priest spoke to him. Clearing his throat, Baptiste began twiddling his thumbs "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," he stated, inhaling, not even knowing where to begin "It's been several months since ive viewed my sins in the light of the ten commandments, but when I did I was disgusted. I have betrayed who I am, for someone who - - -" he added, but cut off mid sentence when he noticed the light from a phone screen, where the priest was meant to be purely focused on Bap and his conefessions.

"Father, how can you give me the absolution I come here seeking, if you're to busy playing with your mobile device?" he questioned, and immediately watched the screen turn black as the priest tucked it away. "Go on, i'm listening. You betrayed who you were for someone, tell me about this someone" the priest stated causing Bap's blood to boil just at the mere thought of everything he had been led into blindly with Jason, and all the irrational choices made on Baptiste's own behalf. "I did something pretty extreme ... to save his life you could say, and yes I did say 'his' so that means I was with someone of my own gender. I stopped witnessing to people and following in my father's footsteps as a priest, everything that ive done lately, has all been worldly things that i need to repent for" he expressed, feeling anxiety causing his hands to shake while his entire being became rattled to the core with guilt.

Figuring the next step would be the priest giving him advice and absolution over his sons, Baptiste was floored when he told Baptiste to hold on, that he was sorry. Watching the man walk out of the confessional, Bap's eyes widened to the site of a female apparently not dressed for church or a confessional. For what seemed like ages, Baptiste waited patiently, but his patience began sinking, and before he knew it, he walked face first into an exchange between the woman and the priest, whatever it was, he knew it was shady. "You've got to be kidding me.. thugs making deal with the local priest?" he stated out loud, unaware just how loud his comment had been before glaring at the female who'd interrupted the time he had made to confess his sins.

"Unless you're handing him offering for chapel expenses, take it to the streets. I'm sure you'd fit in just a tad more out there.. this is a church.." he stated, but immediately felt terrible for placing judgement on her, that was actually one of the biggest sins. Clearing his throat, the Valkyr shook his head, folded his arms and tapped his foot against the floor. "Im done with you" he simply said to the priest, figuring even if the female didn't give off what she was doing exactly, or say what kind of deal she'd just made with the priest, that he could follow her, and if she just so happened to be doing a world of wrong, Bap would have a splendid time feeding from her. The Valkyr was due for feeding anyways, and the only people hed ever fed from, were those with a wicked soul, or bad intentions.

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Permalink Reply by 0lopzeia586ok on April 20, 2019 at 17:47

Her heels tapped out a rhythmic staccato against the concrete of the sidewalk, hands buried in the pockets of the expensive leather jacket that rested over her torso. The wind tugged at the stray strands of hair that had stubbornly slipped free from the bun that was position on the crown of her head. Dressed simply in a black sheath dress and minimal jewelry she strolled down the street with not a care in the world. This was her neighborhood, not one of the better parts of town but a far cry from the drug and prostitute corners where her people worked. It was important to keep these things separated in neat little compartments, dictating where in the city certain things were available.

Unaccompanied the female mounted the steps of the little church, sliding her Gucci sunglasses up onto the top of her head as she walked through the door. Mocha hues glanced around the humble interior, noting that the place was near to empty as she had expected. An expecting mother kneeled in one of the back pews, eyes clothes and mouth moving as she spoke silent prayers between her and the Lord. A lone male sat a little further up on the other side, head bowed and eyes closed looking for all the world as if he were sleeping. Casually Zenith strolled up the middle aisle, her footsteps lighter so that the echo didn’t deafen those praying in the acoustic rich temple or worship. In one of the front pews, a young boy lay across the wooden bench, staring up at the painted mosaic on the ceiling awe written all over his face.

A smile graced her ruby painted lips before she turned her attention to the altar at the front. Walking over to the array of candles she picked up a burning wick, lighting three candles before she kneeled and made the sign of the cross. Whispering the Lord’s prayer she took a moment to absorb the peace that always stole over her soul when she entered a church, letting the entire scene wash over her. She had always liked churches, the music, and the entire ambiance had always made her think of home and of her father.

The soft shutting of a door had her eyes opening, rising gracefully to her feet she smiled as the priest approached. Bowing her head in respect as they moved a bit away from the young boy, so as to not disturb him in his study of the ceiling. “Father Thomas, it’s a pleasure as always.” The young priest took her hand kissing the back before folding it between both of his. He was a good man with a large heart and an even larger wish to make a difference in the lives of those who were less fortunate and in more need of faith. He had been more than willing to work with her in order to secure the safety of his parish and house of worship.

“My daughter, you are a sight sent straight from God to brighten the darkness of our humble little church.” He spoke in his native tongue, a dialect of Spanish spoken in Spain and a few small provinces surrounding the grand city. It was his custom to greet her in such a way as he kissed both of her cheeks, “The pleasure is most certainly mine,” she responded in Spanish quietly. Now that the pleasantries had been dealt with, Father Thomas reached into his robes and took out a small cloth bag and handed it to her. While he held the bag and her hand he said a little prayer for the safety of the church, his flock, and the lovely sheep who continued to bless them.

Before he could finish they were interrupted, a male stepping free of the confessional and spitting out words of disbelief laced with venom. The smile on the young woman’s face dropped as the unknown male started towards them, then thought better of it though not before insulting her. Clicking her tongue in a tsking manner she patted the Priest on the arm before fully facing the male. “You ought to have more respect for the house of the Lord and his servants.” Zenith’s smile was slow yet devoid of anything except a warning given in a single glance, “I suggest you mind your own business next time, lest you find yourself on the wrong end of the Lord’s wrath.”

Turning she gave the priest a kiss on the cheek, tucking the cloth back in an inside pocket of her leather jacket. Walking back down the aisle she stepped outside, taking the steps just as casually as she had come in. Halfway down the street, she turned to face the male from the church, giving him a hard look. “You are treading on dangerous ground, my friend.”

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Baptiste "Owl" Dupuis on April 22, 2019 at 2:25

The Valkyr simple chuckled with his arms folded over each other, and his foot impatiently tapping against the carpeted floor. "You're suggesting that I have more respect? That's a joke right?" he questioned, but the look on the woman's face spoke in volumes, and if Baptiste didn't know any better, he assumed he was about to have his ass handed to him for continuing to speak to her out of line like he was, but nothing he said fell short on the truth, at least Bap's ideal of the truth. The Valkyr being a typical male, couldn't help but immediately feel condemned the moment his eyes wandered to particular places on the female, mostly the curves her black dress showed off.

Averting his gaze, Baptiste made eye contact with her briefly before her words rolled out just as arrogant as his own did. Bap could only chuckle though, had she really just made it seem like he was the disrespectful one? There was no way in hell he’d continue going to a church that had a priest capable of what he assumed he was seeing right now. With the raise of his brow, the Valkyr flexed the muscles in his jaw, heat rising to his face as a wave of anger washed over him to what his ears picked up as a threat “Whatever happens while i’m here for a confession, is my business. Getting interrupted for some side business that you’re bringing in from the streets.. My business” he simply said before glancing towards the priest who for the most part, stayed silent during Bap and the females exchange of words.

“Besides, ive found myself on just about every end of the Lord’s wrath that’s known to man, was that supposed to scare me?” he asked, finding a challenging facade rising in himself that he should have abandoned right then and there, but truly Baptiste was still trying to find himself after his and Jason’s whole ordeal, and during that time, he had rebelled plenty against God; now was no exception he supposed. Baptiste figured he’d at least respect the church enough to walk outside behind her, maybe some fresh air would do the trick, but even that was to no avail when the female gazed over her shoulder, using that same threatning tone she had used with him earlier. A coy smirk graced the Valkyr’s features, and before letting her disappear around any corners, Bap began following.

He knew right away he had been in the face of another supernatural, and provoking her may very well end with him getting his ass kicked, or worse, but after his sister killed herself and he spent years in captivity, Baptiste had gained an extra personality.. One that wasn’t too god-like to say the least; and that was the part of him he was now trying to surrender, but when people like her made an appearance, his darker side loved to come out and play. Deciding to wait it out a little, Bap only approached her from behind when she started fiddling with something in a bag; what he only assumed and chalked up to be drugs. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. So, the priest is a junkie?” he questioned, knowing he was being a little to bold for his own good by approaching this woman from behind."Meaning you're a dealer.. perfect" he stated, which everything he'd said was only him assuming things, but his gut feelings had never been wrong. And, if it proved him right this time, then Baptiste had no problem treating her, like he did everyone else who did wrong in the city; but he knew feeding from certain supernaturals would get him messed up, either way, here they were, he wasn't turning back now.