Wishing for Sins [noir and memoire]

[Memoire]

“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy sins...” A girl sat in front of her window, praying with her eyes closed. She recited the Lord’s prayer before unclasping her hands as her brilliant blue eyes open. She was a simple girl, the daughter of the town’s preacher. Her name was Melodie Clarence and she was nineteen years old. She had yet to marry or even find a lover. She was deeply religious and tonight’s sermon had been particularly depressing. She looked up at the star filled sky and gasped, seeing a shooting star. She quickly clasped her hands together before her chest again and wished upon the star. 'Please, God... let there be more angels on earth... please let things get better,’ She silently wished with all of her heart and opened her eyes to look up at the sky. It was then that she rose from her floor and slipped out of her slippers to crawl into bed. She had long black hair and had a pretty face. But she didn’t think she was overly pretty.

It was time to sleep and her father had already wished her goodnight. She didn’t have a mother because the woman had died in childbirth. She would have had a brother, but her mother and him had both died. Her brother had been really weak as did her mother. Melodie took after her father and rarely got sick and such. She got comfortable on her bed and closed her eyes, relaxing her body. She hoped her prayers and wish would be answered. Tomorrow would be another long and meaningless day. She hoped for some kind of excitement.

Melodie was quite loyal to her father, both her birth father and her God. She was highly religious as she should be, with being the preacher’s daughter. It was hard being a preacher’s daughter, especially when most weren’t married or had children. But her father had become one after his wife had died. He had managed it and did his job rather well. The people loved him but she couldn’t help but feel.. distant and neglected. Even though it wasn’t her fault in anyway, her father had changed at her mother’s death. They had been so in love.. Melodie honestly didn’t know how he went about everyday without her and his almost son.

It was hard but they got through it. They talked and such at times, but she still sometimes felt like a stranger around him. He was so different than the dad she had remembered as a child. Then again, she had been young when her mother had died. It seemed sleep would not come just yet. The girl was lost in her thoughts, thinking about her religion and relationship with her father. She shifted in her bed, eyes creeping open as she glanced towards the window.

Would God answer her prayers and wish? Would more angels come to earth? Of course she believed in miracles and such. It was just how she had been raised but she genuinely felt the way she did, not because her father wanted her to be a Christian. It was because she believed in God and His Son. She sat up, pushing her bangs from her face as she moved to sit by the window and stare out of it. It was such a pretty night.

 

[Noir]

It was like a whisper he thought he didn't hear, a soft calling...and then it was like a bolt of lightening. He was not newly fallen at all. He was quite the opposite in fact, a rebel of sorts. Though it was hard to explain the war between the Fallen and God.

The Fallen were jealous of God's love for humanity and so to get is attention they would punish humanity...well, that was how it started at least. Presently....The Fallen and demons resided in hell and presently they didn't verily care about where God's affections lay. It was a much darker matter, but that was neither here nor there.

He gasped softly, the air around him chilling and rushing around him in gusts as he fell through the atmosphere. This couldn't be happening, it just wasn't...he was just...in hell?

Black wings burst from his back, catching the wind he spun out of control before crashing into the water, water exploding into the air, falling like rain. He sank slowly, his mind whirring from the confusion of what was going on. It wasn't exactly normal, perhaps...he was summoned, evoked?

He grasped his surroundings as the water engulfed him, he was aware enough to make his way to the shore of the very large riverbank he found himself in. He was in only his skin, as he walked unabashed onto the shore. There were no apparent witnesses, which was unfortunate as he'd have liked to had some fun before he find his 'master'. Inky black eyes surveyed the coast, and in the far far distance he spotted a few gentlemen, top hats, cravats, vests and coats. And as clear as he saw it, the clothes appeared on him, he was sharp....he looked expensive.

A walking stick slid from his palm until the tip touched the sand of the shore and in his expensive leather shoes he walked his way into town, the sun rising behind him, the man grinned as he strode on through.

It took him several hours, but at last, and truly the very least of his expectations he found the door of a building right next to church....hallowed ground. He sighed, not wanting to get to near it, but he could sense it...the caller...the one who'd summoned him. Perhaps to make a deal? Regardless...he would fulfill his duties here...if not...he'd have some fun.

Raising a gloved hand he firmly rapt on the door, the sound strong and resonating. He waited patiently, dark energy seeping into their home like tentacles, searching invisibly for the caller. He was prepared to play whatever game. So prepared.

 

[Memoire]

( Sorry for the long wait. I kept forgetting to post. XD )

Melodie continued to stare out of the window, unaware of anything amiss. She then felt her eyelids growing heavy so she moved from the window and got under the covers on her bed. She yawned, brushing her bangs from her face and closed her brilliant blue eyes. She sighed quietly in bliss, loving how comfortable and safe she felt in her bed.

She was unaware of that her wish had been granted.. to an extent. She wasn't expecting anything to happen right away. Miracles sometimes took plenty of time, but were worth in the end.

She snuggled against her bear and curled around it, now laying on her side. She was half asleep, but for some reason, true sleep kept evading her. She sighed, tossing and turning and then finally rolled onto her back and opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling.

 

[Noir]

((Its okay Doll. No stress. ))

His lips turned down in what was undoubtedly a handsome frown, and he lifted a gloved hand and rapt firmly on the door again. His black heart was racing as he was about to meet the human responsible for his arrival here and he was if anything, pretty excited. He listened as the steady footsteps of what was clearly a male, his tendrils of energy counted the heads in the house and he noted that there were four energies, three of those female. He frowned trying to figure out how he was going to get around this.

The front door swung up and he slowly grinned, the fact that it was somewhat snake like was certainly lost on the man staring at him. "Good morning...Father?" He greeted, though he didn't mean to have the latter as a question. It was clear that he was a holy man. The Fallen cleared his throat, steel grey eyes peering deeper into the home. It was not not a shock why he had so many issues seeing who resided inside. Clearly, the house was well loved and certainly blessed in every respect. But now the question was, who would pray for him, here? This intrigued him greatly. "I am here to call upon your very lovely daughters." He said with a polite smile.

The preacher watched him carefully, clearly adding up how much his outfit cost, he stepped aside and let him in. "My Daughters? What for, sir? It is rather early for a social call." The good Reverend quipped as he offered him a chair by the fireplace. He didn't make a move to call his daughters from downstairs. This made the fallen frown just slightly, He reached for the man and grabbed his hand and shook it. Dark energy crawled up his arm and settled in on him, making the Reverend slightly more amenable. "I'd like to marry one of your daughters." He said sharply. "Now. Go wake them up." He said firmly and the Reverend nodded and numbly went on his way.

Upstairs, he found his eldest daughter Joyce, awake, doing cross stitch in the light of the window while his other two daughters lingered in bed. "Amelia, Melodie, Get up, dressed. There is a man here to see all three of you." He said frowning as if he knew there was something wrong with what he was saying, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Joyce frowned as their father retreated and she looked at Melodie and Amelia. "....Is Papa alright? He never lets men visit...not visit us anyway....this must be important. Do as he says." She said and smoothed out her skirt, she moved to the mirror and started fixing up her hair. Amelia, the youngest, didn't seem all that interested but begrudgingly she rolled off the bed to start getting ready.

Eventually the sisters headed downstairs, to find their father chatting with a very handsome male. Dark, but handsome. "Ladies." He grinned, standing up he surveyed them, his eyes carefully examining them. He smiled tightly, "You have very pretty daughters, sir." He said with an air of disinterest. "But sadly, I can only wed one of them." He drawled, and watched the ladies. There was no question about it. It appeared he had decided that he was in fact 'marrying' as it were, one of these young women. If you could call it marriage. Truth be told, he intended to use her.

 

[Memoire]

Melodie sat up, blinking when her father came in to tell her and her sisters that they had a guest that wished to see them. That was indeed strange. She didn't say a word, but looked at her two sisters before rising from bed and got dressed. She quickly weaved her long black hair into a loose braid before smoothing down the dress she had managed to put on. Then she followed after her sisters, though she looked kind of sleepy.

When she saw him, a chill went down her spine as her eyes widened slightly. He was dark and handsome, but.. there was something off about him. She had never seen him before, but something didn't seem right. She quickly glanced at her father before looking to the man. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." She bowed slightly before stepping out of the way and nearly hid behind her sisters.

This was indeed quite strange. What had caused their father to let this man in and see them? Especially at this hour? She glanced back at the man, staring at him openly, as if trying to read him.

 

[Noir]

He didn't seem phased by their curious glances, but it took him only seconds to spot who had called on him and drew him forth into this word. It was as if she had a corona of dark light around her head, and he smiled pleased with her. She was prettier then her other sisters, but maybe she had a dark soul and maybe she would sin with him. It was a possibility. He stood up, his height impressive as he strode over, brushing the other two women aside he looked down at Melodie. "Your name darling?" He drawled softly and took her hand kissing it gently.

Joyce frowned as did Amelia to be passed over as it were. "What is your name?" Joyce asked, clearly not phased by his dark charm. She always did have a keen sense and a clear head. "And what is your name, sir?" She asked almost stepping in front of her sister protectively. He sighed, knowing it'd be easier to slaughter everyone, but there would be a time for that. He couldn't give her his full name, here he supposed being called Judas was just...well not quite the best thing. Instead he settled for "Jude." He quipped, "Lord, Jude." He added for a bit of respect. Though to have 'Lord' in front of his name was beyond amusing to the other and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.

 

[Memoire]

It was odd, because Melodie had felt like she would be passed up for one of her sisters. But when he pushed them gently aside and focused on her, she nearly panicked, cheeks turning red. Something was definitely off about him, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it. As if entranced by his gaze, she looked up at him, licking her lips absently. "I'm Melodie." She then broke out of it as she heard her sisters and she gently pulled her hand from his grasp.

Surely he wouldn't pick her. Both Amelia and Joyce were much better choices than herself. She looked at Joyce, before sharing a look with the youngest, Amelia. All three girls were surprised to hear that he was a lord, but it didn't seem as effective on Melodie. She didn't trust this man.