the_scapegoat: (Remiel & Azazeal colour)
Your eyes may be whole
but the story I'm told
is that your heart is as black as night
your lips may be sweet
such that i can't compete
but your heart is as black as night

i don't know why you came along
at such a perfect time
but if i let you hang around
I'm bound to lose my mind
cuz your hands may be strong
but the feeling's all wrong
your heart is as black a night


Remiel had done well. The woman was perfect, and Azazeal had to admit that the lesser Grigori had a talent for seducing those while all the time letting them believe they were the seducers. This woman, Kelly, so hungry for sex had taken pleasure in corrupting a priest. At least that is what she believed. Instead, it had been the other way around, a demon corrupting her further and setting the stage to use her for their own means.

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OOC: Remiel/Jez is [livejournal.com profile] priestly_demon, Kelly is [livejournal.com profile] dontyouforgetit and is used with kind permission. Takes place before Mark and Alexa decide to have Kelly stay with them...because I'm such a slowpoke and am playing catch up! *g*
the_scapegoat: (Tattoo)
(OOC: Yes, Malachi's age is going to vary greatly in posts as my mood, and Azazeal's, takes me. In this one, his son appears to be about two years old.)


Azazeal was expecting Mark's wife, Alexa, to arrive at the church at any time. That was the exchange, Mark got one night with the Stone and he got one night with his wife. Of course, she hadn't been thrilled, after all, the couple were still newlyweds, and she had laid down her own conditions, like no touching, to which he had willingly agreed. And that would hold as long as she didn't touch him first.

The old church was much the same. The knave was mostly bare, except for the long, red carpet that ran down the aisle, stopping at the wooden screen. Off in one corner were a couple of flatpack boxes, unopened. In there was a couch, Malachi's crib that he was getting too large for now, and then with curtains of red gauze separating another area, where Azazeal had his own bed. He was lying on the bed now, one elbow propping him up on his side as he watched Malachi play. Fortunately, the boy hadn't missed the Stone, and was currently using a cruxifix to apparently try and bash a dent in the flagstone floor. At least it kept him occupied.

June 2010

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