#d:thomasina

[bluejeanbaby]

@dearyvicious continued from (x)

Damien was beginning to realize that the woman sitting besides him was likely more evil than he ever could be. He often shyed away from hurting others, at least when he could avoid it. "Satan tells us that we should feel pride, for that was his original sin." he said, glancing to the wicker between he and the blonde. "It is not your mother's place for judgement. If what you are doing brings you joy....if you have a reason for you vengeance against these others then, my child, you are following our father's guidance." he said. Damien grew up within the church, he had been the youngest priest, the youngest archbishop, and then again the youngest cardinal. He had devoted his life to the texts, the rituals, et all, which meant that he could be terribly dry. He decided to attempt to loosen up however. "Besides no one really likes a good girl." he said with a small grin. "Our unholy father is proud of your sacrifces, he trusts your judgement in what is right. He has been watching, Thomasina." Even Damien was unsure how he knew her name.

[bluejeanbaby]

damien rose a brow at her laughter, his hands nervously twiddling behind his back as he waited for her to speak. perhaps he was the type of cardinal she was looking for. that was a shock. "can't talk about what with you mom?" he asked, with a tilted head as he motioned for her to follow him to a confessional booth. "well we hardly call it a confession...." he said with a chuckle of his own. "but yes, something along those lines. personally my favorite is 'satanas, we are here for your praise, evil one' and you know continue on about what you would like to talk about." he hummed as he moved to sit down on his side of the booth, pulling forward the curtain.

thomasina had hardly succeeded in containing the bitter laughter that burned on her lips. how could she explain to damien that her father was a practising satanist married to a woman of christian and orthodox faith? the delicate fingers of both hands intertwined in front of her body, a playful frown lighting up her face as she heard him mention fertility, perhaps her father had such a blessing, since tammy had seven other siblings. “ maybe, that’s what i need… i can’t talk about it with my mum. ” silence hung between them. “ i’ve never been to confession with a priest like you… what should i start with? ’ thank father for all my sins ’ ? ”

[bluejeanbaby]

"so then it was a mistake?" damien asked hoping that he could understand her reasoning. at least then he could begin to unpack why she may be feeling guilt about it all. "accidents happen. usually for a good reason, dear. the best thing you can do is to move on. do not let whatever you are feeling negatively everyone else in the future...if that makes sense." shit he was not doing great at keeping up with the confession in english. he probably should have requested to stay in a abbey back in italy. he chuckled quietly at her words. "i don't know...i think there is something to be said about bad girls. they at least have more fun, no?" he grinned, staring at her as best as he could through the small window. he could see her immediately tense up after saying her name. "breath, i won't tell anyone you were here. this is between you and i." he assured her with a small smile. "and yes, he certainly does whisper to me. all the time. too much really. it's almost micromanage-y."

for tammy the story behind the great fall of the angels had always been controversial, she had never voiced the thought that lucifer was not wrong and at the core of her being was this solid feeling that god was regretting the final choice, perhaps that is why god was not merciful as many believed. a chuckle reverberated from the rosy lips in a low, rueful tone. " in some cases, it wasn't about revenge. you see, this friend of mine was a coward trapped in a bad life, i pushed her off the cliff into the lake, i thought the adrenaline would make her feel free. " that was a truism, she just didn't quite calculate the consequences. the woman always wondered what she would be like if she had been raised like her father, so free of this false morality. " oh, go for it, everyone loves it, at least they want to believe they do. " she could feel the blush colouring her cheeks and the adrenaline coursing through her veins. " how? " she had made sure not to go to a temple close to home. shit. shit. shit. shit. " how do you know that name? it's not like satan whispers things in your ear, right? " she could already feel her dad finding out what she'd done and how it would be brought about amidst dinner and her mum's look of disappointment. heavens, was she hyperventilating?