instruments of divine punishment

•Vatican Section XII-The Iscariot• Iscariot does not shirk when the enemy presents itself, we are the instruments of divine punishment. *Hellsing Roleplay blog* Alexander Anderson, Enrico Maxwell, Yumiko Takagi, Heinkel Wolfe- all internal muses.

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Christian followed him as if in a spell, not wanting to be parted from him not even for a second. Whispering his name, she knelt on the bed as well, letting out a small whimper as she felt his hand on her hair, reaching back to rip out her hairband.

His warmth… she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. She felt absolutely safe in his arms, felt her body heat up once again as she pressed against his broad chest, so strong.

She would be there for him, no matter what came. There was no force on earth strong enough to separate him from her. She would give him a piece of heaven.

- Hmmmm… -she moaned into their kiss- my Alexander…. my beloved Alexander…

Anderson took hold of Chris’ hand and placed it on his scared cheek. As he set her fingertips on the scar he felt a shiver go up his spine. He gasped softly in Chris’ mouth, lost in her touch and in her lips. Oh her lips they were like the feathers of an angel’s wing. Her aura wrapped him in such a state of pure bliss and contentment that he was practically melting. 

“Mah wonderful Christian...ah do’nea ever wan te leave ye...”

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There was a slight gasp when he closed the distance between them and her mind went blank. That kiss, good Lord almighty, that wonderful kiss! It made her feel whole, ecstatic, her heart about to burst! Christian held to his sgoulder, afraid of collapsing as her knees felt weak and kissed back, an urgency in her, as if those would be her last moments on earth.

Those lips. By God, they were so soft, so evolving. She felt overwhelmed but at the same time she wanted more, she neede more.

Much to her dismay, they eventually had to break that wonderful kiss and she let out a deep breath with her eyes closed, finally looking up at him.

- Anderson….

No he couldn’t, he couldn’t stop...Chris he needed her close. He moved into the bed, kneeling down on the bed as he dug his fingers in Chris’ hair. A part of him fought this wonderful feeling but he ignored it, he wanted to be happy for once in his miserable life! He wanted to be happy damn it!! He held her close, his hand at the small of Chris’ back. Anderson desired her warmth, her joy, her sorrow, everything. He wanted to take it all and ensure Chris’ happiness. 

This would be his cross to bare...he would help Chris, he would be there the way he wished someone had been there for him. He would let someone be close to him in a way he never let anyone. 

His lips touched Chris’ onemore as he hummed a low breath, his body shaky as he held her. 

“Mah dear Christian....”

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Christian looked up at him, those big blue eyes filled with worry. She wanted to help him, to help carry his burden. Why, why did he have to suffer alone?

Her heart skipped a beat when he pressed his forehead to hers. But his words wounded her. Holding his face with her hands, she closed her eyes and tried to calm down her racing heart and the heat that grew all over her body.

- You are! You are so worth it! You give love and care and teach, you are a pillar of strength to the children, to Iscariot! Please, Father…. no one deserves being happy more than you…. please…

She would show him he was worthy, she would try her best to show it. And as she held him she thought how she could just kiss him, to pull him a little closer and show him how she felt. But… should she? Christian did not want to disrespect him.

Anderson closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. Oh this was so sudden, so wrong but every fiber of his being told him to act. Something told him it was right. It was now or never, he would take this chance and fight over the consequences. He pressed his lips to Chris’ like his life depended on it. There was something about her energy, something about her that made him feel that warm sensation he only felt in his deepest moments of prayer...like the first time he met her and he held her hand in prayer.

No this was right, this was so right he couldn’t believe he didn’t see it before. 

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The girl was surprised to say the least, freezing when he held her. But she relaxed, welcoming that embrace that she craved so much. Hugging him back, she gripped the back of his shirt and she buried her face in chest, a small sob shaking her body.

- I’m sorry, I was just so worried, you looked like you about to burst and I panicked and…. -she held him tighter- I was so scared! I had to do something, I couldn’t bear seeing you in such pain!

She couldn’t help the tars, the tension leaving her at last. When she calmed down she took a deep bresth, still holding to him as if afraid he’d go back to being sick.

Anderson pulled away, but only slightly. His face was just a few inches from Chris’ as his hands held her face. He was shaking, he wanted to wipe away her tears and tell her everything would be okay. In that moment he wanted to take all the pain away, to make her happy. His forehead rested on hers for a moment, his hot breath licking at her skin as he sighed. 

“Do’nea cry fur meh lass...Ahm nea worth it.”

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She tilted her head, confused, and only then she noticed where she was laying and her state of undress. Yelping, she got off the bed as fast as her body allowed her and started to fix her uniform, catching her lose hair in a ponytail and putting on her shoes.

- oh my God, I’m so sorry, did I fall asleep here?! Oh, I’m so sorry, Father, I didn’t mean to intrude, it’s just the spell, it….

She looked at him with his back turned to her, his silence like a dagger to her heart. He was probably really upset with her.

- I’m sorry…. are… are you feeling better tho?…. -her vision blurred with tears- I… I’m so sorry… I was just… so worried… I should leave…

Neh’ do’nae cry! 

Anderson couldn’t bare to hear Chris cry, it dug into his heart like nothing ever had for years. He turned to her and rushed to pull her into a hug. His arms like tree limbs wrapped around Chris as he pulled her close. He nuzzled his face in her shoulder, a sense of grief about him. Pain was a cross he knew he had to bare, he never wanted his underlings to bare pain because of him...never because of him. 

“Do’nea cry mah dear...”

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Her dreams faded away quickly and she frowned, grumbling as she was brought to reality.

- Dad… just five more minutes….

Finally opening hr sleepy eyes, it took her a moment before she could focus them, only to find Father Anderson leaning over her. she blinked, her eyes went wide and her cheeks flared pink.

- Father?… what happened? -she looked around, confused- ….this is not my room…

Why was she sleeping in a different room? Finally the memories of the other night came back and she paled. Oh, right, the spell.

Anderson was silent as the grave. He nodded and then wordlessly picked up the plate of food and handed it to Chris. What could he say to her? His mind had wandered to far for him to catch. He could not let a single misplaced word escape his mouth, so to insure that, he stayed silent. 

The priest turned his back to chris, only so he could take a few steps away and sit on the floor to eat his own food. He took a bite of bread, his eyes closing as he ate. For now he wanted to focus on his meal in order to ease his thoughts. However, he was not so lucky as to have calm thoughts. His mind was like a typhoon, stirring and stirring to no end with thought. It was sickening to have the same thought attack the forefront of his mind. 

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And so she did, all night and again all day. Transfering such an amount of energy really depleted all of her energy. She kept sleeping away, turning on the bed every now and then but never letting go of the poor pillow.

Bedtime arrived once more and there she was, wrapped in the sheet, her shoes having been kicked off in her sleep once they became uncomfortable. This time she mumbled more often, many times in her native tongue. Still it was a peaceful sleep.

Anderson had long left, changed clothes and went to gather food for himself and for Chris. He waited for her to wake up, but it seemed she wasn’t going to anytime soon. A sigh left his lips. He was worried about her, the longer she slept the more he began to worry there was something wrong. More time past and he just couldn’t stand to see her sleep any longer. He began to shake Chris, trying to wake her up. 

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Christian kept sleeping through the day, her body slowly recovering her energies. She had rolled on her side again and hugged the pillow, her breath slow but steady. Her dreams were calmer now, of the temple, of her dear dad. Of her friends and the snowball fights. Of playing with Matias’ cats.

Night came and she was still sleeping, past dinner time, past bedtime. She didn’t seem like she would wake up anytime soon.

All day and no reprieve! Oh was this a punishment from God for his idle thoughts?! The answer to this he did not know. He beating his palms against his head. As he moved back towards the bed he sat down with a sigh at his lips. For a moment he was confused but he calmed himself. He watched her for a brief moment, curious of her dreams. 

“Sleep well mah dear.”

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Chris was well into her dreams, every now and then nuzzling the pillow, her face buried on it until she turned to sleep on her back, never letting go of her fluffy item. With her head turned and one hand by the side of her head, she slep soundly, lips slightly parted, silver and dark blue hair spread around the bed, her neck and cleavage exposed between the shirt that had opened while she moved around.

She dreamed of the beautiful beaches of her homecountry, of the snowy mountains around the temple…. of teal eyes and hair that looked like gold under the bright Italian sun…

She smiled again, holding the pillow tighter with one arm.

Anderson splashed water in his face a few times, trying to shock himself back into reality. He turned around and saw that Chris was still sleeping peacefully. A smile met his lips. Soon, he walked over to her to make sure she was okay. At the sight of his chest he turned on his heel and walked right back into the bathroom - this time to splash more water in his face.

“Wake op’ wake op’!!!!”

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Groaning as she got picked, she let out a sigh when she felt herself being placed on something comfortable. Christian went back to her tired sleep and just stood there, peaceful, her hair a mess all over the bed.

When Anderson shook her, she frowned slightly and turned on her side and hugged the pillow. Soft… that nice smell again… that felt good, she was going to just sleep in there, she felt like she had never slept so comfortably.

- Hmm… An…derson….

At the sound of his voice on Chris’ sleepy lips his face was flushed. Why would she be saying his name in her sleep? Oh the possibilities  were enough to drive him crazy. He brushed at his hair, it was slick from sweat. Oh no this could not be good. Was she moaning his name? No, NO! He could not let himself ponder a thought such as that. Anderson began to pace, his mind flooded with possibility of what Chris could be dreaming of, each idea becoming more suggestive with each turn. He turned his back on Chris and left the bedroom to walk into his bathroom to splash water in his face.

This had to be a dream!

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- Hmmm….

She was already halfway to dreamland, exhausted as she was from pulling that spell. With a serene expression, she just lay there over his stomach, an arm over his waist and sleeping as if he was the most comfortable bed she had ever slept on.

Breathing slowly, she stirred lightly in her sleep and nuzzled his naked skin, letting out a low hum and smiling slightly. Warm… smelled good… she liked that….

Anderson opened his eyes once more. He knew he had to get up and figure out what happened. Once again he began to sit up, only this time he became aware of what was ontop of his chest. His eyes went wide for a moment when he realized she was laying on his bare chest. He picked her up and placed her on his bed, frantic for a moment. 

In a slight panic he ran to his closet and ripped away his old shirt. He put on a t-shirt, and went back to Chris to check on her. His vision was blurry, he could only see a hazy image of her but he knew who he was looking at. Anderson placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her lightly.

“Chris, wake up!”

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Christian was absolutely exhausted. Laying limply over his stomach, she took a moment to react, opening her eyes slowly and looking up at him. She paused then smiled weakly, a look of relief on her face.

- You’re better… that’s good….

Much as she wanted to move, she just couldn’t get her muscles to react, feeling numb. By the side of her head, some of the dark blue hair had turned silver.

- Hmmm…. need sleep….

Anderson tried to say something in reply but his voice just couldn’t surface at all. His head head fell back to the floor, his eyes closing as he drifted into sleep. All he could think of was how his skin had burned, how it boiled and seethed. It was like nothing he had ever experience. Iscariot had much to do in terms of upgrading his healing. His body could not take another episode like this. In the least, his body couldn’t take something this extreme.

When Anderson woke up he tried to lean up from the floor. Only to stop midway when he noticed Chris. He sighed, laying back down. Such little sleep was nothing in terms of giving him his energy back. He felt like a sack of beaten potatoes that had been left in the sun to rot. 

“Lass, are ye alrigh’?” he asked from behind closed eyes.

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- Anderson! Please, it’s alright!

He wasn’t going to calm down, he probably couldn’t. Letting go of his wrists, she looked down at him slightly panicked until she had an idea. But would it work? She had to try, he was going crazy and God knows what could happen.

Taking off her long coat, she took a deep breath and huggd him as well as she could, trying to ignore his thrashing. With eyes tightly closed, she summoned all if her healing magic. Her body started to glow brightly, the light seemingly turning solid and flowing into the Paladin through his mouth and eyes. She kept holding him against her, paying no mind to the pain in her entire body.

“Please, please let this work”

In that moment everything was numb, everything was static. The pain began to subside, being replaced by a sharp tingling sensation throughout his entire body. A deep grunt followed by a large gasp of air sounded from Anderson as he thrashed one last time, except this time he was pushing himself up from the floor. He blinked, lost as to where he was. Hell for a moment he forgot who he was. 

Anderson began to look round, his ears ringing for a solid moment and his vision blurry before everything settled. His bare skin against Chris brought him back down to Earth, and made him grit his teeth in worry. 

“Lass? Are ye okay?”

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Christian yelped as she fell back, startled by his reaction. Confused, she got back on her feet and stared in shock at him before approaching, trying to calm him down. But no matter how much she called, he wouldn’t snap out of it.

So she had to do something.

Getting a hold of him, she grabbed his wrists together and forced his hands over his head while her free hand held him down, pressing over his chest. With some effort, the girl focused and started to cast her healing spell, hoping to at least make him cam down enough to understand what was going on, although she had a slight suspicion.

The sudden force startled Anderson, only adding to his pain. His glasses flew off his face as he thrashed more and more. His skin felt like it was boiling off, peeling away like he was a roast chicken. Anderson began to bite at his lip, his teeth digging in hard to the point he had drawn blood. Soon his lip was nearly bit clear in half! His regenerative abilities fighting Anderson to heal as he kept biting down. 

In his eyes was pure terror, anguish and pain. There was no escape from the hell under his skin. 

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PSA

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together. 

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