The Cathedral (1) – Rosas Spinis.

Steadily as Alistair made his way up the Cathedral steps, his wings folded inward and seemed to sink into his flesh. He was nearly nude aside from the loin cloth and sandals, but it did not bother him in the least. He neither felt the shame nor the bite of the cold air on his skin. Pushing the doors open, he would appear as a Man, but if you were in his presence long enough you could feel the grace and danger that exuded from him. He was the Angel of Death, and his judgment was passed over all Beings; be they from Heaven, Earth, or Hell. He looked upon the still fresh corpse of the Earth-bound Angel, with no emotion. It was the look of a Parent seeing that their Child had done something that they must punish them for, but it was of no real consequence to them. Like scribbling on the walls or something. He smelled the presences of both Angel and Demon here. It was an odd thing, these Earth-bound Angels and Demons; they had lost their ways even further. They began to forget their origins, the longer they stayed. Alistair had not been on Earth in centuries and he never stayed longer than it took to bring judgment to a few, but this time was different. Everything was imbalanced, and he had no idea how long he would be here.

He made no attempt to bring the Angel down from the crucifix. He simply walked up to her and smiled slightly, touching her forehead. There was a bright flash of light and something seemed to shoot from the body up through the ceiling and into the skies. The body no longer had color to it as if its essence was gone. He at least had one thing to look forward to; from watching over the Earth and in some time visting, he had grown fond of parties and fine living. It all seemed so different than the life he led. If you called his eternal existence a life. He realized why so many Angels escaped to Earth to live among the Mortals. They were envious of them. He told himself that he would no let it get to him, the way it got others. When he was on Earth his emotions were hard to deal with, because they were so real and raw. He would become unstable after too long on Earth, he feared, but he had a duty and would not shirk it. He had to find clothing to fit in. He found a Priest’s robes in the back and threw them over himself until he could replace them. With one last look at the Angel, he locked into his memory that the one responsible would have to answer eventually, but they were not a priority. He stepped out of the doors and walked toward buildings.

Isabella nodded slowly at Juliette’s words, though continued to frown. Her confusion and dismay was only intensified as her friend suddenly walked to the cathedral. A small part of the shifter wanted to follow her friend… but she knew better. She trusted Juliette, so whatever the woman was going to do… she’d let her do it alone. The woman stood where her friend had left her, growing a little unnerved by the demons there. She was strong and fast, but demons still made her uneasy – at least when she didn’t know them.

When Juliette finally returned, Isabella visibly relaxed as she grinned at her friend. “We shall~” With that said, she followed after Juliette, giving the cathedral one last look before she walked off completely.

[thread change~ Roxburg Manor] 

They were about to descend back into the ground when two large hands grabbed them from behind. Agares’s thick voice whispering into their ears. “Follow them, but allow me the introduction.” He said sternly as he glanced inside the Cathedral noticing an Angel he was all to familiar with. Depending on how this night went he might be seeing more of Alistair in regards to his actions toward Juliette. He remained in the shadows as he sent the twins off to stalk. He was not in the mood to deal with Alistair, not with the three humans who went back on their soul deals and had to be “dealt” with. He would remain hidden till Juliette stopped traveling.

With the trio inside, and Miss Vivian having explained to Johnathon, all that they had found out about Vampires, and the possibility that the murdered priest, may well be one, had even Johnathon skeptical. He kept looking at the Detective oddly, like this was outrageous, but then again who was he to talk, since he himself was an angel. Vivian had a big black bag with her, stuffed full of things they needed to kill a Vampire, including a big axe, that she had taken from the Detective’s wood pile. She even held it up, as the carriage rolled along the lane on its way to the Cathedral.

“Please, put that down for now, I fear if the carriage stops suddenly, that axe is going to slam right between my legs.” The Detective said, still not overly fussed with her ways. Course she was necessary to the investigation, so he had no other option but to have her come along. No sooner had she put it with the bag, that the Carriage finally rolled to a stop at the steps of the Cathedral. Looking around, it was oddly quiet and even the birds were not singing in the trees. Stepping out, Johnathon adjusted his hat, and then helped out Miss Vivian, while the Detective took the bag and paid the driver. All three stood at the bottom of the steps, staring up at the cross at the top of the building.

“I still don’t get how a Vampire even got in the door of the Cathedral. But I guess we really must check the grave yard first, and find the dead priests grave.” The Detective said, handing Johnathon a shovel.

“What’s this for, Reg?” the Doctor asked, twirling it around like a weapon. “A striking implement?”

“For digging up a grave, John.’

“Oh…and what other vampire fighting things do you have in your bag?”

“Garlic…and…oh that reminds me. Miss Westlake, would you be able to go up to the church there, and fill this bottle of holy water from the font? I don’t think anyone would miss a bit.” The Detective asked, before thrusting a small flask at her. Vivian snatched it and made a hmmph sound, trotting off up the steps, while leaving the Doctor and the Detective behind, to go make a start finding a freshly buried priest.

Up in the Cathedral, Miss Vivian waltzed in the doors, not really paying attention to her surrounds. If only she had looked up. Walking down the aisle, she spotted the font, where they christened babies with holy water, and she took out the flask as she reached it, and placed it under the water, to fill it up. As she stood there whistling, there was a strange dripping sound coming from near the alter. The dripping was slow, but consistent. Vivian turned her head to look, and saw the bowl of blood on the floor. How odd? But it wasn’t till she looked up that she dropped the flask into the water and screamed.

There on the cross, upside down was the angel, that had been savagely murdered by Juliette. Vivian kept on screaming, and this was heard not only by the nuns that came out, and they all started screaming, but the bishop…and then the Detective and Johnathon came running in, both covered in dirt.

“OH MY GOD!” the detective cried out, as up at the font, Vivian passed out cold, dropping to the floor. Johnathon frowned, and then said to the Detective;

“Vampires….don’t usually hang their victims on a cross do they?”

The Detective thought about it for a moment, as some of the nuns were dropping like flies up the front.

“Err…well, its a first. Aren’t they supposed to be against touching religious…things?”

“What if this isn’t the work of a Vampire? What if…a demon did this?”

The plot thickens.

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