Title: Serpent in the Garden
Author: D.A.V.I.D
Fandom: Priest
Rating: 5 Stars? M for future reference..
Length: Depends on how fast you read..
Warning(s): DUCK!
Pairing/Characters: Priest/Black Hat
Disclaimer: If it was mine there would be more Karl Urban
A/N: Harley ordered me to write it.. nuff said..
"Hello my friend"
The words had him frozen. An Icy flame streaming through his veins, shifting the tides of his will. His heart scorching within the confines of his chest.
The Holy War.. a battle that no side wins
It had been a one time thing, forged from adrenaline and war. The vampires had made a well executed assault on the ground forces, leaving the remaining Priests to fend off the horde, to save the city, and their species just before the oncoming sand storm. It was a blessing from God, the dark mass of sand that attacked the nearby hive, the remaining Priests holed up in an abandoned mining facility as the freezing darkness raged onwards outside. One of his Brother's had been injured in saving him, holding him close in the freezing room.
He had been pinned down, rock crushed against his neck, vampire fangs all but sinking into his flesh as the other Priest materialized into his view, tackling the vampire and freeing him in one go. Unfortunately his Brother didn't see the Hive Guardian clawing against the restraints as other holy warriors attempted to tie it down enough for a kill shot. His eyes followed, helpless as the claws sunk deep into the flesh of the man's back, blood splatter sending the weaker monstrosities into a deeper frenzy for blood. It was at that moment that the sand rose, the dust claiming the land, cleansing it of life. He grabbed the Priest and ran.
He sat now, contemplating just how much damnation he should expect once his soul reached hell, clutching his wounded savior against his chest, the man nuzzled close, face burrowed against the rough fabric shielding his neck. How guilty he should feel of the warmth from another's body, pressed so close against his own. That same body that was moving again, the sudden touch of lips against his neck delivering an almost repressed shiver down his spine. His Brother chuckled, incoherent words spoken against his neck. The light nips moved upwards against his jaw, eliciting what would have been a loud moan, another's lips stifling all sound.
He attempted to move the man off himself, to stop him from such a sin, save them while they had the chance. He clearly misjudged the mans strength of will, and his own lust, and promptly ended up with the man straddling his legs, green eyes judging his soul as shadows playing against the walls. "Don't fight it Brother, I believe god will forgive just one act of sin. Just this once.." his words trailed off with another kiss, this time he followed, hands grasping at the others sides, working up the hidden flesh, cautiously aware of his injured back. The burning pleasure, hell emerging through their skin to light them ablaze to gods judgment as they sought for skin contact, self restraint formed a white knuckle grip on each others clothes, lips locked in a clash of teeth, the fight being won by his savior. The moment they broke apart, gasping and panting, the echo of life froze them in place, heads turned, seeking out the disturbance. It was the Priestess, searching for someone to plan the attack, he turned to the man above him, words short before he left, "My true name is Isaac.."
He would think back later and realize his choice, the beginning of his rebellion against God. All for one man. The one he lost 3 days later, Sola Mira would not be forgotten.
The train..a familiar ghost..
His mind was blank, his mouth forming the first thought that passed by, "YOU FELL." the roaring train, filling the unspoken words..I couldn't save you.."You let go."
Every word his fallen brother uttered, his hat unable to hide the subtle smile ghost across his lips, Devil in his eyes. The shadow of a man he only knew briefly began to speak, words of madnessslipped across his tongue. The Devil must surely know he speaks so beautifully, the body of his host a perfect being to suit his needs. A fallen holy man, changed by sin, It looked quite good on him. It took him a moment, but Isaac was positive by now that the amount of sinning done so far would deny him entry to the gates of Heaven, it was a sin to kill after all and he had done plenty of it in the name of the church. Fact was, it was still a sin. So why stop now?
"Join me, accept the blood of the queen, and together we can return to the cities.. as brothers." it would be foolish for him to say yes, at least immediately, as to not sound giddy when he did accept.
"Where's my daughter." Ground out, half screaming over the noise, the cursed train roaring below them, engulfing them in air and dust. If Lucy was dead, nothing would stop him from bathing in the others blood, not even the man he fought for would be spared. The Devil grinned, as if reading his thoughts, "Waiting for your decision." His heart leapt in his throat, choice made with a clench of his hand, the words never left his mind.
Unfortunately, the small gesture was taken otherwise, if the kick to the chest, meant anything. Gasping, he curled in on himself, old wounds aching in protest as the former human approached his shaking frame yet again. "This is your last chance Priest. The Queens hands have not been idol. Mankind will find no quarter form whats coming, join me.. and your life of sacrifice will be over.." The words stung, wind whipping at his face. His eyes met the bright orbs of his fallen brother. His own damnable words smooth, a serpent in Eden, the sudden taste of apple making his mouth water.
"Will she be safe?" He whispered, words lost to the wind, but the Devil before him was listening, "Yes, she will be safe, I promise you that and more if you just give me your hand." Everything was lost in that moment, but nothing stopped the doubt flowing in his mind, clouding his wants with words of righteous fury... the power of No.
It never came.