Nikkler: Hi everyone! This is Nikkler and I just wanted to say welcome and a warning that this is my first Count Cain Fanfic. So don't hate on me please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Count Cain. The wonderful Karori Yuki-sama does.

Warnings: This is a Cain x Riff fic ok! So there will be yaoi in it later on though not for a while.

Enjoy!

Holy Murders

Chapter One: Black Confessions Part 1

This night wasn't like any other; the sky was as black as pitch, with clouds that block all the light that the moon tries to give. The wind blows it's cool wind threw the trees signaling that a storm approaches.

A young woman with a child no older than eight or nine got caught in the middle of the storm and walked around seeking refuge from the storm. Finding a church that they've been to in the past, they started to walk up the stone steps of the normally welcoming doors to the church, but something about tonight made the church look more demonic than holy…. Stepping though its doors they are engulfed by darkness except for the candles that lit the way to the altar and to the small sections of the church. The shadows play tricks on their eyes as they walk along the many aisles. The angels look more like demons then messengers for God…

"Children of God… What brings you here this time of night?" His voice was calm, but it brought more terror than comfort for the little boy. The boy hid behind his mother fearing what couldn't be seen before him. Looking around the empty church, he noticed the candles that were lit.

"Why are all those candles lit?"

The young priest smiles, "These are the candles for the dead that died today and for the future people who will die tonight in this storm…it is a form of remembrance for those who have no families." Now this frightened the child more then he was already. 'Why couldn't we go home.' He was scared and both him and his mother new something was wrong with the young priest.

"We are here seeking shelter from the storm till it dies down a little." Looking outside all you can see is the rain as it comes down like a curtain that blocks the light. That is what the rain was. A curtain that blocks everything in front of your face.

When was your last confession Miss...?"

"Taylor... Emily Taylor. Umm..." nervousness radiated off of her as she spoke. She was head of her household and had a nice fortune. Having a bad marriage she was left with her son, heir to the Taylor estate. This caused her to be looked down upon by most of the upper class people who didn't know the truth about her of her ex-husband "... well I don't remember my last confession. It's been years since before my son was born..." She looks down at her son with a smile on her face.

"Why don't you come and follow me then. I shall free your soul of its suffering and its sins." There was something in his eyes and the way he said that, that gave the notion that there was something more to what he was saying, some hidden intentions that were more evil that good. But he was a man of God and there was no reason to worry about something like that was there? With a few minutes of hesitation, Emily breaks and agrees with the father. She tells her son to stay in the pew and wait till she finished. Who would have thought that this was the last day he would ever see his mother alive again.

What do you think? Should I continue? Or not? You judge. Till next time

Next Chaper … Chapter 2: Black Confessions Part 2