Sin Tainted With Innocence

by His Maid - Hypnotic

Young Dahlia grew up not knowing much about who she was. She'd always thought her father had abandoned her, and she never knew anything about her mother. The only 'family' she could remember was her caretaker. Well, what happens when she stumbles upon some things she shouldn't, when her life is put in danger?

The night was dark and cold, the sky speckled with brightly shining stars. A cloaked man carried a young child in his arms to safety. The girl couldn't be found, for if she was, it meant her end. She, of course, had no knowledge of this being too young to even make a coherent statement let alone understand her current situation. She was as innocent as she would ever be, which, to one who fully understood her situation, is quite an ironic statement.

The man moved without a sound, his shoes not even breaking the surface of the puddles of newly fallen rain as he seemed to fly gracefully overtop of them. He didn't know where he'd take her, for he'd had no time to think it through. All he could do now was run until such a safe house came to mind.

The young girl, eyes red as embers, clung tightly to the man as he ran, never tripping. Her long white hair fell in her face, blocking her view of the scene before her.

The man now cut through the woods, occasional leaks of moonlight breaking through the thick canopy of leaves. His mind clouded momentarily, and a low hanging branch nicked his cheek, causing a thin trail of blood to fall down his face.

He stopped to rest in the dark of the trees, leaning against a thick trunk. The girl had since hidden her face in his neck and fallen asleep. The man turned his face heavenward, though not to seek grace or mercy. That would've been futile and quite counterproductive.

A neatly knitted spider web hung above him, occupied by a lone spider. It was wrapping a fly, preparing for a feast. The spider stopped though, and it seemed to stare back at the cloaked man. It crawled across the branch and disappeared behind the trunk of the tree, and seconds later, a man appeared in the spider's place.

He pushed his glasses up his nose before looking the man in his eyes. "So, the rumors are true then." His voice was cold as the night air. "You've-"

"Not here," the other warned, stroking the girl's hair. He looked down at her, sleeping soundly on his shoulder. "I can't keep her with me."

"And, I suppose you'll be asking for my help." He stood tall, taking pride in the fact that he was this man's only hope.

"Don't get too thick headed, Faustus." The man looked down at the girl again, then back to the other. "This doesn't mean you've won." The other merely smirked at the man's attempt to stay victor. "But, yes, I'm asking for your help. Please," he handed the girl over to the other man, careful not to wake her, "take her, and keep her safe."

Without another word, the man vanished, leaving the girl alone with the other who looked down at her in his arms. "Dahlia, sin tainted with innocence." He smiled, something he rarely did, before disappearing himself, holding the young girl tightly.

Hello! This is only a prologue. I will gradually upload the rest of it as it's written. (I've uploaded this story on another site, Quotev. If you see it, I promise, it's not stolen.) I would really appreciate feedback! Please and thank you~

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-Tori