Heyla all! WEll this is the first part of Chapter One!! luv corpus
Chapter One:
The late night rain trickled through the many cracks in the old church. The pitter-patter of the dripping water made a steady sound on the decaying roof.
"Forgive me, Frauline." A man's voice could be heard near the front of the dilapidated church.
"I think we can find some dry cover in here." The man opened the half rotten door, very precariously.
The was dressed in a nice suit, fitting of the times, and he helped a young woman through the rabble.
"Danke Hans." The dark haired frauline turned into the man's embrace and pressed her lips against his.
His fingers threaded through her hand and fiddled with her ring finger.
"Your husband will be missing you, Shatz*."
Her only response to that was to kiss him even harder, her tongue searing the inside of his mouth. He chuckled against her reponse.
Both were oblivious to the dark figure crouched on a beam above them. Its silverish, green eyes glased over to reveal crimson red. The figure crouched as if waiting for the right moment, the large stained glass window shimmering behind it, its head bowed and in its gloved hands was a silver cross dangling from a silver chain.
"Sin Lust; an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. Commandment Seven; Thou shall not commit adultery."
"My wife!?!" A man's voice was encroaching a screeching shrill.
"Yes sir, you wife was found dead in the old ruined church of Saint Mary's in a very compremising position, I might add," the inspector coughed, not knowing how to put his next thought into words," along with a man by the name of Hans Denhummer and they both were...well...sir...lacking anything resembling clothing,"
"WHAT!"
The man's face blossomed fiery red and then purple. He extremeties shook under the pressure of his rage.
In the corner of the chilly room, a smile crept in admist the shadows. Pointy, pearly teeth, sparkling white like fangs making the smile more sinister protruded from the dark.
The man stood in his bathroom washing the blood from his hands. Those people, where very, very stupid. He pushed a picture of his wife and he into the sink, the splintering glass going everywhere. Grabbing his keys, he decided that a nice, warm glass of brandy and a visit from Lisa would make his day just a little bit better.
Shivering in the dark, he flipped up his collar against the wind and proceeded down the street. Right before he stepped into the Londais he was stopped by a indescribably, looming figure.
"Gluttony and anger, you sure do choose your sins well.
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