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We each have our triggers…things that wait for us in the dark…
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“What is the love of a mother if her children die before her, because of her?” She asked of him. That was what his saving grace had thought. It was her teaching, her hands, that had driven him into the fire instead of saving him from it. Perhaps he had been right and, no matter how she had loved, she had been horribly wrong. “Every night it would be, if I should do penitence for every sin I have committed through such new eyes. Sins, I had plenty of before. I couldn’t take one more even then… Now they mean nothing.” She said solemnly.
“Misguided.” He answered tersely. “But no less true.” He would not discuss the nature of love. There was nothing to discuss and all they might say would seem all the more banal for it. “No one asks you to repent, Allesandra. I merely want you to understand what you did and what I did and see it with eyes unhindered by ideology. I think it is necessary to fully grasp the extent of our actions if we mean to move past them.”
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She smiled softly at his revelation, taking him into her arms with chains and all for a warm embrace. It strengthened her heart to know that he had found his purpose with such totality that he could face it without flinching. Her intuition had been so very right with him. Santino was a different breed altogether from all those that had come before him. He was greater by far. His vision and love would bring them to new heights. Santino would find peace.
His thirst was known to her quite clearly but he would not be getting it tonight. When she pulled back, her gaze was proud and saddened by his great burden that he had now shouldered properly. It would be a long and difficult road for him. “I must punish you now, my child, for the sins of yesterday, so that you may face tomorrow pure. I pray you may endure it. Are you prepared?” She whispered to him.
Santino’s eyes fluttered weakly when she pulled him into her hard arms. There was no satisfaction in her touch, no relief. It all paled next to his blinding thirst and the looming terror he felt. This was the divine. It would tear him apart. His eyes darted to the place where she had put the rotting corpse. He was afraid, so afraid. Of the dead child on the ground, of the creature she was turning him into, the creature he needed to become to live at all. He wanted to weep for all the things he would never be.
“I will bear it.” He said softly, speaking as a lover would, as if he didn’t truly understand what was awaiting him. Beyond his grief and horror he was numb, and the idea of torture was so abstract that he could have no reaction to his fate at all. It didn’t matter. His body was merely a vessel for a greater thing. He was a tool of God and as such he didn’t need to concern himself with his own person. It was time to give such fancies up for good.
“Sin must not be forgiven at will.”
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Pértrahit In Gehénnam | Barcellona
Allesandra felt an overwhelming rush of love for Santino when she felt him artfully press for the end of the spectacle. Even for creatures such as they, some suffering was too great. More so when the witness of such grievous horrors was met with closed hearts and minds. Santino had strengthened himself to keep his soft heart wide open to the world’s suffering, giving him kindness and wisdom to lead their people. A perfect Master.
When the true victim of the fight was declared and dragged off, Allesandra bent her head to whisper sweet encouragement into the crying boy’s ear. He had done well and not looked away. There was much work yet to be done with him but not tonight. She sent the boy off with those best trusted with the young of blood and waited patiently a few paces away for Santino. There were other tasks she could attend to with the announcement of a new coven but she had no mind save for attending to one particular man. He would need her company after this, she knew, and there was no one she would rather walk with.
She dipped her head with a sad smile as she turned to walk with him away from the char and soot of their violent deeds. When she was sure that all minds were distracted, she walked closer to offer her silent support. Fabrizio will make a good Master for Barcelona. He has a firm mind and lacks the pride that would ruin him otherwise. She expressed in approval. Not that this hadn’t been a topic undisclosed between them before. It was always wise to know the leaders one could trust.
They left the commotion behind quickly, Santino distributing silent commands to orchestrate the coven’s doings even as he left them to their devices. When Allesandra drew closer again he reached out to gently take her arm as if to lead her as a lord would a lady. It was a gesture of faith and companionship but more so it was a means to steady his gait against her strength. She would not let him falter in his steps. Yes, he will do well. He has experience in leading smaller groups already, and the laws we have made will guide him. He agreed though his words were half-hearted even as they vibrated in Allesandra’s mind.
“I must retreat to our resting place. My strength is failing, so Satan will. The night’s work is done. We must only see to it that no mortal will find an explanation for the terror that has been brought onto their beloved city. Some have died. Sickness will soon spread like flies. We will be gone before the corpses begin rot.” He ordered, his voice low and steady despite its unusual hoarseness. “The fledgling will be given to Fabrizio, as his first true child.”
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perladivenezia replied to your post: “i love how my promos are all dark and edgy af and meanwhile Santo’s…”:
//make him a promo with a flower crown to smash what is left of his reputation once and for all lmao
excuse YOU
way ahead’a ya
//pfff jokes on me
Add a quote about forgiving yourself and learning and there we would have an honest promo
his journey is so ~inspirational~
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when people refer to me as “friend” i get really surprised because i assume most people hate me
[…] My heart believes it is a muscle
of love, so how do I tell it it is a muscle of blood?
Emilia Phillips