Continued from here: x with @domanon
Dom had spotted the sweet, young priest’s daughter one evening when he had been out hunting. She was so pretty and the irony of a creature of the night claiming one so pure was too delicious. He’d come back, standing just on the edges of the consecrated grounds, on the edges of where he could enter, watching her several nights before he had employed some of the shadier, human, characters to kidnap her.
Now he stood over the young woman, watching as she rocked and begged. His cold fingers stroked her cheek, stopping just short of the wooden beads around her neck. “God?” his voice was raspy, dark, “God abandoned me to the shadows. Why should I expect forgiveness for this?”
Nadia shrieked, batting at his hand, which was surprisingly strong, clutching her rosary tightly. ❝You can’t be what I think you are. It isn’t possible...❞ she shook her head violently, then instinctively pressed her rosary to his skin on his hand, crying out in dismay as it burned and edging back as fast as she could. ❝What are you going to do to me? I won’t be yours... God won’t abandon me. I’m a good girl.❞















