Summary: When an old enemy vows revenge on the Doctor no one is prepared for the actions or consequences of a bitter twisted mind. As the Doctor and Rose succumb to the simplest human temptations, and everything they know and believe falls down around them, will the Doctor soon learn that the wages of sin is death?
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who nor do I own the poem called The Colour of evil used in this chapter - I don't know who its by, but if anyone does let me know!
Thanks to S'rianna and Doctorrose4eva who helped loads with titles and story ideas!
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He Who Sins
Chapter One: The Colour Of Evil
'What is the colour of evil I asked of Yellow who led me past Wordsworth's daffodils and Van Goth's sunflowers till we came to flashbacks of Vietnam where the sun's rays were yellow robes of mourning'
Rose rested her chin on the dusty shelf of the book case and paused to listen. She let her hand fall from the cracked leather spine of the book that she had been mindlessly fingering, her attention was drawn by the words.
'What is the colour of evil I asked of Green who showed me the springtime hills that held a child's scream and the grass lost its innocence to the god of forensic evidence'
Rose breathed in the scent of old books, she loved the smell of the ancient paper, it reminded her of the Doctor. He'd once explained to her how a book doesn't even begin to compare to reading things on a computer, he'd told her they had no texture… no smell – and that was everything. She smiled to herself as she opened one of the old books beside her, she leafed through the pages of meaningless symbols becoming lost in their unknown meaning and beauty. Every time she'd lose herself in a drawing and its hidden meaning the soft voice of a lady would call out through the library.
'What is the colour of evil I asked of Brown who spoke of the romance of autumn leave but I saw baked earth writing its own epitaph and empty bowls reaching for the world's charity.'
Rose found herself slowly drawn to the woman's voice, she moved away from the shelf tucking the book under her arm as she pulled herself out to the dark towers of books that surrounded her. She slowly pressed her feet along the carpeted floor as she wandered towards the seating area; she needed to know where that voice was coming from. A faint voice in the back of her mind told her she needed to find the Doctor but the last time she'd seen him was disappearing into a dark corner labelled Mythology.
'What is the colour of evil I asked of Blue who led me through the archives of the skies where birds of death fashioned by the hands of men circled in the dazzling air'
Rose paused by the final towering shelf and watched the lady who sat on a chair. She was dressed all in a black, a dress hung tightly to her body as a dark veil covered her face. Rose could barley see the white face that hid all emotions from under the veil; neither could she see the colour of the hair that was tucked under a black scarf that protected her from the world. All she could see was the blood red lips that slowly parted on her words
'What is the colour of evil I asked of Black who guided me through galleries and museums where the dark was equated with the beast of fear. Then steeping through doorways of ancient lore I found darkest chaos was a mothering force that sat upon a brood of stars'
Rose watched the woman completed engaged by her voice, it was so warm and alluring Rose just wanted to lie down and listen to it for hours. She watched the woman whose long bony fingers slowly crept onto the table; her nails were the colour of ebony. Rose slowly breathed out as she listened to the cold words
'What is the colour of evil I asked of White who walked with me across the fugitive snow that covered a city's scars under an angelic apron. So I walked on in the light and grinned to see the pureness of a page reflecting my own chameleon grin'
The woman looked up at Rose she slowly lifted her veil so that her cold eyes met Roses. Rose could see the colour of her eyes now, they were almost gold in hue and they swirled with mysteries as they watched Rose. She slowly stood and locked eyes with Rose
'What is the colour of Rose I asked?' she slowly called out. Rose froze and gasped as she released she was looking right at her, speaking to her – Roses' heart froze.
The Doctor had spotted Rose from across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist softly squeezing her, Rose jumped and tried to turn around
'Hey!' he whispered with a grin. Rose looked at him strangely then turned back around to where the lady had sat. The chair was now empty and there was no sign of anyone, the book with dark yellow pages and a cracked leather cover that she was reading from had also disappeared. Roses' brow wrinkled in confusion
'What?' she murmured to herself.
'What?' the Doctor asked. As his fingers danced across her skin sending a thousand goosebumps through her. Rose stared hard at the spot
'It's just… I thought I saw someone' she murmured. She blinked several times then shrugged it off. The Doctor smiled brightly at her
'Find what you were looking for?' she asked trying to ignore his soft finger tips on her skin, he nodded as he gestured towards a stack of books on the table. They all looked hundreds of years old and like no one had read them in decades. The Doctor looked inquisitively down at her hand
'What did you find?' he asked. Rose looked down at the forgotten book in her arm
'Oh, I dunno really what it is but it's got such lovely drawings and symbols in it' she said wistfully as she thought of parting with the book. The Doctor tugged it out from under her arm finally releasing her as he read the cover
'The Chronicles of Azariah' the Doctor murmured as he ran his finger over the dust filled words on the cover.
'What's that?' Rose asked curiously
'It was an old religion – a cult you could say. People bound their bodies to the God – Devadeva meaning the Lord of all Lords. It was said if they bind their bodies to him in life and act as his wilful servants – meaning to steal, lie and murder in his name, then he will reward them in the afterlife. They called it Ruska, Ruska is where the rivers run with gold and the each member who has died for Devadeva becomes a God themselves'
Rose listened in awe as she discovered a new world with new beliefs.
'The high Priestess would bind the person to the God and they would stay in there for life doing as the High Priestess instructed, all in the name of Devadeva'
'So a bit like a nunnery?'
The Doctor smiled briefly
'Almost, only terrible living conditions, everyone is treated like a slave'
'Not so good' Rose murmured
'Definitely not – but those drawings you were looking at, those are the teachings. They show what the world once was and what Ruska looks like'
Rose smiled as she gently tugged the book back and held it to her chest
'It all sounds so… different. Can we stay longer Doctor? Just so I can hear some more?' she asked. He grinned at her as he pulled the book out of her hands and dropped it onto his pile
'You can keep it' he told her winking. Rose gasped
'You're stealing their books?'
'Nope, borrowing – two completely different things!'
Rose raised her eyebrow in disapproval
'Well I'm bringing them back!' he told her as he picked the books up and began to walk towards the Tardis 'So are you coming or not?'
Rose shook her head at him and smiled as she followed him towards the Tardis her arm fitting with his.
Marilee pulled her dark veil off her face and dropped it on top of the book she had just placed on the table. She ran her finger nail along the cover and smiled to herself as it filled the air with a crackling sound.
'Soon my Lord, soon' she whispered to the portrait that hung on the wall. Marilee sat down on her chair; her deep brown hair falling down over her shoulders resting on her black dress, her pale face was the only light shinning in the room other than the single candle that dripped wax onto a black table cloth. She ran her fingers over the deep purple crystal before her, her fingers delicately fingering the stone. Slowly the purple faded and a white light shone out, she smiled to herself as the image of the Doctor and Rose slowly filled the stone, she watched the smile at one another
'Soon you will find you biggest down fall Doctor' she murmured 'Soon you will wish you had died along with the rest of your race' she began to hum to herself as she flicked through the large book beside her, the yellowing pages were crisp beneath her fingers and a slow smile played over her face as she saw the page she was looking for.
'Soon you will find that the biggest weakness is human weakness'
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