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An Unlikely Couple [sub + king]

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Jan 13, 2009
The area around was arid, the air thick with dust as the winds picked up. Outside trees could be seen, but all the same- the earth could be tasted with each breath. Was a storm brewing? Quite possible, but not everyone had a home to go to. So some where reduced to huddle into the large abandoned church, unaware of whom lived there. Yet all the same they came to rest by the alter, feeling solace having found a shelter. That night the small group had fallen asleep, but none would awake the next day. Each picked off silently as he choked out the last few words he would every do through clasped claws that stuck to thin appendages. Each fell swiftly to the force that destroyed them, mouth open in horror as the creature that took them down held its own beauty despite the twisted reality it reaped.

Now with not even the corpses within the chapel, not a sound was heard outside of the gusts and rain on the painted glass that bore those symbols of god and hope. This had once been a pleasant place, but it had been created upon a broken corner stone. The head minister had set out to gain power, hoping to become a living god and had summoned a demon to this part of the world. He was slaughtered moments after the creature had drawn in its first breathes, the minister's body eaten inside out as his garments where worn by the filthy creature. One by one those beside the head minster died until the full congregation met its doom, but now only passerbys escaping the strong harsh winds that seemingly lure them to their doom. Better off out in the storm then dieing inside by the hands of the unholy. This had gone on for sometime, no man, nor beast coming to the place. He had become accustomed to the silence of his own deeds as he rested upon the altar.

Body looking much like a sacrifice to the god that had brought him into this world. This place that he condemned to hell and continued to survive in. Had it not been for the greed of man he wouldn't have been here, but all the same- this was what he knew. Stretching his body, some his long silvery strands rested by his side, he had felt like leaving the place, but held no baring of outside to wish to venture force as he rested in his littler sanctuary of condemnation. This being his single home that no other could possibly wish to take. Letting out a soft yawn, he rested- silvery eyes echoing out towards the broken doors of the church as if beckoning any to enter and see what loomed within, what rested on the altar. Someone would come soon, he imagined- despite their being no life nearby, he had become used to the travelers that passed along with merchants whom living rode on such news that someone might buy there wears. Soon, someone would venture in and if not. He'd drag them.
 
Chris was wearing a dark cloak with a dark pair of pants. His eyes glowed firery red and he sighed softly as he took an evening walk around town. He was new to town and had been invited to a wedding that morning. Heading towards the church he sighed softly and looked around. Sure he was mysterious but he thought nothing of it.
 
He was simply waiting and that was it. Well, to say his existence was simply that would be a little shallow as his eyes roamed the room trying to find the 'child' he had taken in at one point. Where had the boy gone, it was hard to say? Then again all the same it was easy. The boy was out in the front of the rundown church picking a few flowers. It was a wonder to see such a young child by himself, let alone with a demon. Humming softly to himself, he plucked a few more flowers, ready to give it to the demon that protected him as if giving it to a mother of sorts.
 
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