Father Marcus retreated to his chamber as quickly as he could. The whole course of it wasn’t simple though for his mind was in a whirlwind. The scenes inside Ysabelle’s room just kept popping out of his thoughts like a countdown.
5—
The kiss on her forehead...
He slapped a palm on his face as he sat on a stool near his bed.
4—
Her seeming dislike on his touch...
He cringed upon remembering it.
3—
The lightning-like slip of his cool and calm disposition...
He clenched his teeth in disapproval.
2—
His impatience, the sudden surge of anger, and the burning feeling of his arm and eyes...
He forced a long, deep sigh and tightened his balled-up fists.
And
And
<Marcus saw the look of alarm in Ysabelle’s face. He had been grilling her with questions last night and he knew that she wouldn’t want to be in that same position again. The last thing he would want to do to her was to ask about her family tree history, but her slip-of-the-tongue really did increase his curiosity. If indeed she was not Mehak’s aunt, then how was she related to the Rogratiatto Family?“Uhmm, you didn’t take your photo, Father. Aunt Regina handed it back to me in my room this morning, ” Ysabelle stated, seemingly trying to drop the subject and divert his focus.And it did, successfully.‘Goodness! Of all the memories she could revive, she had to pick that one?!’ his mind shouted.Marcus gently nodded and crossed his arms on his chest. “Yes, I can always get it when I come back to the mansion. During that time, I want you to give it
What looked like mere seconds of stay inside the caretaker’s bedroom was actually an unbearable hour of struggle for Marcus; a struggle for supremacy and the battleground was his body.He found himself in the same black environment, standing in front of a massive boulder where on top it was the demon leech itself, in a confident crouch and grinning at him from ear to ear. It wore a trench coat, in the same color of death. The collar of it was fixed upright making the cotton and its silky black locks seemingly merging into one.“H, ” Marcus bit out, spinning a few dozens of ways on how to tackle the parasite out of the imposing black boulder just so he could wipe the clever grin off its face.“Ahh, you act as if we are acquainted already when in fact this is our first time meeting, ” H grounded, looking amused at Marcus — his apparent landlord.“I know you eno
Although Ysabelle was worried sick about Father Marcus’ welfare, she was still able to doze off the moment she hit her bed. Fatigue and exhaustion is always the drawback of having to chaperone her niece and take pictures of the class tour all day long, and sleeping is always the best cure for it, especially when it is uninterrupted the whole night. Ysabelle was hoping to experience that, but her uninvited visitor had other plans.The bedroom door opened and closed without making a sound. No footsteps were heard too as the room’s carpet muffled it. But Marcus was present and was inching his way closer to the sleeping woman.Her face and chest were gently illuminated by the moon’s light passing through the half-open window. A bed sheet covered her warmly, but under it, she was wearing a loose-fitting, cropped tank top and a flimsy sleep short — the most comfortable sleeping garments she had ever worn. Gone were the thic
Northeastern RegionAncient City of SamariaBlood, blood, and more blood painted the rocky ground. Dead bodies of different genders and ages were scattered all over the area. It was a full moon and aside from it, the only thing that showed the grotesque sight in the middle of the night was the large fire burning in the houses, barns, and plants.Not one soul was seen because not one soul was spared. Even animals - pets or livestock - weren’t given a chance to live. There was one man however that seemed to enlighten the lifelessness of the place. He was walking around the dead bodies, scanning them through his golden-like hazel eyes until he found one body he was looking for.It was of a woman bathed in blood. Her knee and elbows had gashes resulting from crawling in a panic to escape her captors. Her chest had a long blade slash alon
Was it two days or more?Marcus wasn’t sure anymore how much time had passed since he was locked inside the barren place. If anything, he thought the demon, H, had transported him into another dimension or maybe in the entity’s own state of prison. H was a transporter demon anyway; it can always do that using its powers. They were both connected with each other still though since it was Marcus’ body that H was using. He could feel the demon’s blackened emotions, but couldn’t see through its mind. It was the same with H too towards him.Marcus had tried and tried to call for H, trying his best to catch its attention so that he’d be able to take back his body. However, the demon had been giving him a silent treatment or was playing the Invisible God mode. Thoughts of how the dark entity was faring in the real world made him shiver, especially when the possibilities cross with Ysabelle and what the demon migh
Dawn came the next day. Ysabelle woke up with a tired feeling. She cleared her eyes, rubbing it gently, and then sat up. She was in a moment of disorientation then.Where are the candle lamps? The transparent drapes? Where are the rose petals on the floor?Scanning the room thoroughly, she finally realized she was now back in her bedroom... in reality.Somehow, the truth pricked her heart. If given a chance, she would have never wanted to wake up again. She would have wanted to stay in that dream world, where the warmth is... where Marcus is...But, a dream is always a dream, and every dream has an ending -- waking up now in her bedroom is her own end.It left a hole in her heart.‘What a night, ’ she said to herself, and then released a long, deep sigh, curling herself and putting her forehead against her knees. ‘What a dream.’
When their bodies touched the mattress, Ysabelle felt the alarm going to her head. By no means was she going to yield to this man who acted exactly unlike a human, let alone the Marcus that she knew. How else would they be gently floating down if this person above her wasn’t a supernatural?In her endless lifetime, she had seen countless of things under the guardianship of the brotherhood. Things that no mere human knows, not even the Vatican court of overseers, not even the Holy See, not even the presidents of the divided countries. She knew that other than humans, there were a number of entities playing on the background. Ghosts, angels, demons, spirits of the unknown, even what humans call now as unidentified flying objects. All of them are real and the Priory of Sion, though religious in nature, kept different kinds of relics and artifacts from these heavenly and not-so heavenly beings in the wake of their visits. They keep it safe and vowed secrecy of
Five minutes earlier...H was enjoying himself blocking the exorcist priest’s yelling whilst taking in all of the woman’s being; her flushed cheeks, the glistening breasts, the lovely exposure of her belly, and her inability to fight back. He loved it when a female is powerless under him. He loved it when he gets to toy with them before fucking them senseless and devouring their souls.Though immortal, Ysabelle wasn’t different. She was even special in his eyes, knowing sooner or later she’d die in his hands if he takes her immortality away. He planned to make the most of her before that happens, but he didn’t expect that his plans would soon go awry, and by soon it meant at present, where he was in the middle of creating an unwelcomed orgasmic sensation for the woman.‘Fuck. What’s this? What is this holy feeling?’ His mind blur
‘Angels are spiritual beings that can, to a certain degree, take on physical form at will. But when they descend to Earth as a Fallen Angel, they morph into a solid body, immortal yet dead, waiting for their final judgment to take place. They retain their abilities and powers; to use it for good or evil is their choice, but with the promise of Hell if they do so to hurt humans. Numerous reasons are present why an angel becomes a Fallen, but all of these led straight to their rules. Once broken, punishment is to be made. It is said that the greatest sin an angel can commit is to love something or someone more than God.’~ JMFelic (An overview)***Heavenly RealmHundreds of Years Ago“Are you happy now?” Mikha’el queried when they were left alone in the middle of a
Cold as ice — that’s what Ysabelle’s temperature felt first when Haien touched her face. She looked like a stone, literally, with her skin the color of gray similar to that of common statues in gardens. Her eyes were closed, but a fresh tear escaped from it oddly. It didn’t surprise the demon though, for he knew seconds from now she would breathe.Three...Two...One...And breathe she did, like a human revived from drowning.Her skin color changed to normal, her cheeks a rosy blush, and her lips returned to a shy red. The vibrancy of her hair had the same effect; silky and smooth, but the ends were a lot straighter now. She felt her head dizzy, but it was just brief for her focus was diverted into a much overwhelming feeling... the normalcy of her body.“Wha—t?” she uttered with measured breath, looking at her hands
“Ahhh, so much better, ” Haien aired out, opening his eyes and showing the heterochromatic orbs. He dragged as much oxygen as he could inside his lungs and lifted one leg to make a figure-four position. “Why, howdy everyone? How’s it going?” he asked coolly, turning his gaze on them.“My Prince, ” Earl Doubrava did a slight bow, “At last you have come back. Please, I am not an impatient man but I believe it is only timely that you should fulfill our end of the agreement now. You know already why.”H grinned, of course, he knew why. Marcus inside his dimension now was trying to summon his holy powers again. It is possible, although distant, that at any moment, by some freaking luck, he could escape again and have them battling ownership the second time.However, as a happy-go-lucky demon that he is, he just had to stall the moment for a bit of fun.
House of DoubravaPresentA shooting headache greeted Marcus when he awoke evening that same day. He cringed because of it and didn’t stand up for a while in order to let the ache pass. However, how was he going to stand up anyway when he found himself bound both hands on each side of the bed frame? Marcus quickly assessed the situation and thought of one word: danger.The unknown room that he was in had thick curtains pulled out to let the moonlight pass, but it still had an intimidating, death-threat aura for a number of reasons. One, it had a wooden podium set just a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Two, although Marcus couldn’t see, he could bet for sure that there was the same tattered, old book that he saw in the Altar Room of André. Three, gone was his cassock and was replaced with his pants and a new white shirt, buttons undon
Northeastern Region (Ancient City of Samaria)Days after the Miracle of ResurrectionAfter that faithful day, the resurrected girl and her family continued to live on with their normal lives. As requested, not one tongue spoke of the miracle. The neighbors kept silent and so did the family themselves. To ensure the girl’s complete recovery and safety, her father confined her inside the house; only able to visit and see the outside sky within the house backyard.The girl, understanding the circumstances that befell on her, obediently did as she was told. She asked no questions about what happened and gave no comment on her side of the story. It was her choice to be mute about it and so did her parents.As was before, her daily routines inside the house consisted mainly of house chores. She would clean the plates after their meals, too
Two years agoHouse of Doubrava“Lady Ysabelle, ” Earl Doubrava took the woman’s right hand and kissed its soft skin, “it is good to see you again.”Ysabelle gave a light smile. “Earl, good day.”She watched as the head of the Priory of Sion sat on a solo sofa chair, waiting for him to gesture the same to her at the opposite one across the desk. She did when he raised a hand whilst saying, “Please do sit Milady.”They were in a drawing room on the first floor of the enormous house. One bodyguard was seen stationed at the entrance of the door and another one opposite him. The room had a welcoming atmosphere; draped with thick yellow curtains and adorned with little crystal chandeliers on each side.Behind the Earl’s back stood a man wearing
Five minutes earlier...H was enjoying himself blocking the exorcist priest’s yelling whilst taking in all of the woman’s being; her flushed cheeks, the glistening breasts, the lovely exposure of her belly, and her inability to fight back. He loved it when a female is powerless under him. He loved it when he gets to toy with them before fucking them senseless and devouring their souls.Though immortal, Ysabelle wasn’t different. She was even special in his eyes, knowing sooner or later she’d die in his hands if he takes her immortality away. He planned to make the most of her before that happens, but he didn’t expect that his plans would soon go awry, and by soon it meant at present, where he was in the middle of creating an unwelcomed orgasmic sensation for the woman.‘Fuck. What’s this? What is this holy feeling?’ His mind blur
When their bodies touched the mattress, Ysabelle felt the alarm going to her head. By no means was she going to yield to this man who acted exactly unlike a human, let alone the Marcus that she knew. How else would they be gently floating down if this person above her wasn’t a supernatural?In her endless lifetime, she had seen countless of things under the guardianship of the brotherhood. Things that no mere human knows, not even the Vatican court of overseers, not even the Holy See, not even the presidents of the divided countries. She knew that other than humans, there were a number of entities playing on the background. Ghosts, angels, demons, spirits of the unknown, even what humans call now as unidentified flying objects. All of them are real and the Priory of Sion, though religious in nature, kept different kinds of relics and artifacts from these heavenly and not-so heavenly beings in the wake of their visits. They keep it safe and vowed secrecy of
Dawn came the next day. Ysabelle woke up with a tired feeling. She cleared her eyes, rubbing it gently, and then sat up. She was in a moment of disorientation then.Where are the candle lamps? The transparent drapes? Where are the rose petals on the floor?Scanning the room thoroughly, she finally realized she was now back in her bedroom... in reality.Somehow, the truth pricked her heart. If given a chance, she would have never wanted to wake up again. She would have wanted to stay in that dream world, where the warmth is... where Marcus is...But, a dream is always a dream, and every dream has an ending -- waking up now in her bedroom is her own end.It left a hole in her heart.‘What a night, ’ she said to herself, and then released a long, deep sigh, curling herself and putting her forehead against her knees. ‘What a dream.’