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The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
He suffered from nightmares sometimes. Images of his past replaying over and over, never ending, fresh as the days they occurred. They jolted him from his sleep most nights, others would leave him staring up at the dark ceiling before he realized he was even awake. He wouldn't let them bother him for long; he had important work to do. He was a priest, and a rather well liked one at that. He helped people find God and listened to their problems, helped them keep on the path. It was nice, and he enjoyed it. It was much more peaceful than what he used to do. He was a very mysterious man, and all the young women of his flock yearned for him. He was by no stretch of the imagination homely or ugly. He was incredibly handsome; rugged and not nearly as clean shaven as the church would enjoy. His hair was clean and kempt, a fine goldish orange and gentle green eyes and a kind smile that eased your troubled soul.
 
He made sure to keep himself as far away from temptation as he could. Not befitting of a holy man.
 
He had many a soul wander in, beggers and sinners and those just wanting to be righted. He was always glad to help. If he could help others find the right path like the church did for him, he was for it.
 
It was time for Confession, and he sat in his side of the booth, listening to the people ask him to help them receive forgiveness from God. He heard the other door open and someone sit down, and through the screen he could see the shape of a woman. She made the sign of the Cross and laced her fingers together.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Um...this is my first Confession."
 
He slid the screen open and smiled as he made a cross motion on his chest. His voice was smooth, rich. "Then there is no better time, my child.. how may I help..?"
 
"Um..." She sounded nervous, "I...recently left the brothel I sold my body in...I want to reform and find His light..."
 
"Of course...I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I don't like being used...I want it to stop..." She told him, "Please, Father, I seek forgiveness for my sins..."
 
"God forgives all, child.. you need only pray, and attend regular service.. the universe is harsh.." he said, instinctively rubbing his forearm, "God knows this.. I know this as well.."
 
He smiled a bit. "Ah.. just saying I've seen parishioners coming in with.. interesting tales.. all walks of life.." he said
 
"God has already forgiven you, child.. all you need to do is continue to come, to show gratitude.." he said.
 
Already forgiven? It was that easy? He heard a sniff before a soft wail; she was crying.
"Thank you...! Thank you, so much...!"
 
It took her a moment to settle and she hiccuped as she dried her eyes, "Thank you...I can't thank you enough..."
 
She felt her heart flutter a bit. A man she didn't know, couldn't really see, sounded more than happy to see her again; and her legs would be closed for the interraction. What a blessing. She made another Cross before she left the booth.
 
He waited until he was sure she was gone before he slowly rolled up one sleeve, looked at the markings, closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer before rolling them back down.
 
When the next Sunday came around, he was there at the door to greet everyone as they came in. All smiles and gentle greetings. Though, as more people filtered in, he started to hear gasps and whispering. When he looked, there was a woman walking nervously toward the church. She looked nice, despite how much skin she was showing. Her hair was long and black as tar, pale and milky skin turning pink with embarrassment as hesitant blue eyes looked at everyone who gazed at her with judgement.
 
He smiled and extended his arms from his podium. "Ah, we have a new member of the flock.." he said, making a very concerted effort to not stare at her. "Welcome child, my church is a home to all who seek salvation.." he said, glancing around at those who stared in judgment.
 
Some humbled, others did not, and he could see the fight or flight reflex in this young woman flare when he addressed her.
 
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