A 'My Immortal' fanfiction where everything is the same but it's in a church and Ebony is a priest/preacher but still gothic and probably a Satanist.
Enoby snorted in such a manner that she almost inhaled a small child; her tongue rubbed against her lower lip. "So, Drago, you get on your knees often, huh?"
Draco blushed a ferocious shade of red and stuttered: "N-not in that way, Ebony-sensei!"
"Oh, for a second there I considered us to be another kind of preacher and student," ENoby seemed disappointed, she deflated like a popped balloon and Darco was the small child holding it, crying noisily.
"W-whatever do you mean, Enoby-sensei?" Draco inquired curiously, his interest peaking.
"I've peaked," Enogy said in a monotone gothic voice and did the gang symbol 'tight' to the camera as if she were in The Office US version - only she didn't watch that because she would not divulge herself into preppy mannerisms such as light-hearted humour.
Drago looked around, his knees trembling under his altar boy robe. "W-who are you looking at, preacher?"
Enogy ignored Droca's questioning and threw her cape around dramatically, the material scraped across Draco's retina but he bore the pain proudly.
"Listen, child. I've watched you grow and mature into a good altar boy; you've learnt the ways of a saint," Enoby circled Drahgo whilst Drace trembled like a mouse in a cage, as if the cage walls were slowly closing in on him. And then Enoby said the long awaited words that DRace had yearned for ever since he began his journey as a saint's child.
The words Enoby uttered resonated through Drago, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body: "I think it's time you learn how to be a perfect sinner."
