A/N: A story involving a awesome krsnik priest and a hilarious Methuselah duchess. Reason: wants more stories with Mirka.
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'Her Majesty, Augusta, had told me once many years ago that she had a brother bearing long locks of silver not unlike mine but I would've never believed that he would arrive clad in priestly robes.'
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Abel stood in the kitchen munching on a sandwich. Not noticing that he was being observed, he dropped his happy-go-lucky airhead persona, letting a frown take form as he thought deeply. He had explored most of the accessible EARTH and had not found much useful information about Cain's whereabouts and Seth had politely invited him to visit her as the Elder brother of Augusta Vradica, Caesar Vradica.
Mirka, Duchess of Moldova, peered from behind the corner of the door. Having temporarily discarded the thick glasses act, the sliver haired girl could see directly into his eyes, full of sorrow, vengeance, and self-hate, 'Augusta wouldn't be happy to know her brother was unhappy, I better go cheer him up. Then maybe I'll go play with Ion and Baibars some,'
Running out of her hiding spot she stood on the tips of her toes, reaching as far as she could to tap Abel's shoulder, 'Wow he's tall.' His train of thought interrupted, he looked down to see the same sliver haired girl that once held Seth's place or her smiling up at him. Putting a fake smile together he greeted her, "Good morning,"
"Good morning to you too, Mister. What were you thinking about, you looked sad," Mirka asked curiously.
Abel seated himself in a nearby chair so Mirka wouldn't have to look up so far before answering, "Nothing much, just reminiscing."
"Want to talk about it?" Mirka asked sitting down on the counter next to Abel, "Augusta once told me that she had a nice, kind hearted, big brother with hair like mine,"
Raising an eyebrow, "Is that so? I'm a monster, I've killed countless Terrans and Methuselah alike, the innocents killed during Armageddon were my fault. I killed them without a second thought..."
Giggling, Mirka began to 'pat' Abel on the back hardly, "Well aren't you giving them a second thought now? Your regretting and mourning them, see your not a monster. A true monster wouldn't care that they had hurt or even murdered someone. So cheer up and be less of a party pooper okay?"
Upturning the sides of his mouth at her optimism, Abel accepted, "I guess your right, but I must still atone for my sins. I must bear more than simple guilt,"
"Well don't bear it all alone, ask someone dear to your to help you and they will be more than happy to help. Right now your only hurting them by pushing them away," the girl of silver rose from her seat, "By the way, my name's Mirka Fortuna, Duchess of Moldova," Mirka waved goodbye, then skipped off without another word to go pest the Count of Memphis and Chief of the Palace Guard.
'I wonder how much Ion would like to wear a dress?'
