Author's note: Gosh, I am beginning another story before finishing "Dies
Irae". This is why I will not update as often as I would like to. English
is still not my native language, so don't throw rotten eggs at me when I
make a mistake. A beta-reader will be most appreciated.
Warning: This story is a DARK one containing definitely adult scenes, such as sex, gore, violence, bad language, maybe even un-consensual sex. Furthermore, Christians may find this piece of fiction offensive. Don't.
Chapter 1.
The monastery "Las Soras de la piedad", somewhere in Spanish forests
The young nun was praying in the middle of the church, tears spilling down her cheeks. The old church was cold and only dimly lit by the burning candles, the shadows creating intricate patterns on the walls. The only sound that could be heard, except the hurling on the autumn wind blowing dry leaves outside, was the soft pleading, growing more and more desperate as the night fully engulfed everything.
"Pater noster qui est in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum."
She almost choked as she felt the familiar vibes, the hair on the back of the neck standing up in terrified anticipation. Gripping her rosaries tighter she kept on praying, hoping he will go away, yet knowing he wouldn't. The silent crying turned into hysterical, and she stopped praying, trying to catch her breath.
The wind outside suddenly calmed and a shiver went through her as the church plunged into darkness, the smell of extinguished candles filling her nostrils.
"!Ven, Lolita! !Ven a me!" a deep, rich masculine voice reverberated through the church, though except the girl there was nobody around.
Despite the will, the nun stood up from her kneeling position, dropping the rosaries and started walking slowly down the alley as the church doors slid open with a low wail. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped outside, her feet submerging in the sea of rusty leaves covering the cold stony stairs.
She kept on walking, heading towards the forest surrounding the church with small steps. Her eyes glazed, she didn't even notice that the wind had begun blowing again, ripping off the covering of her head, and setting her hair free from the neat bun it had been arranged in.
Wisps of honey-gold hair danced through the air, tangling and untangling as if in a dance, as the wind grew stronger, bending the dry branches and lifting up whirlpools of dust and leaves.
There, near a gnarled tree, it was he, patiently as ever. The night was particularly dark, but she needn't light to know that he was watching silently, his arms crossed, a sad little smile tugging at the corner of the mouth. He stood impressively, around 6'4'' handsome as sin itself. His skin was black as the midnight, and so was his long hair, which was braided in an intricate pattern. He wore simple black clothes, yet seemed to ooze intimidation and power.
As the girl approached, he extended a hand towards her and a sparkle of satisfaction burned in his chocolate eyes when she timidly let her little hand in his. Pulling her closer, he circled her middle with one arm as he bent and kissed her hungrily. The girl's hesitance disappeared as if by magic at the slightest touch of his lips and she passionately kissed him back.
Not breaking the kiss, he moved them towards an old tree, the girl's back resting against the large trunk. His hands moved down her body than upward, taking the hem with them and parting her legs with a knee. Breaking the kiss, he moved down her neck and the girl titled her head, moaning softly. Her underwear was ripped from her body and she cried out as he surged inside of her in a powerful thrust, her nails digging in her shoulders, carving bloody half-moons even through his clothes.
Almost instantly her body was sent into a mind-blowing orgasm and she sobbed, her forest green eyes sparkling with pleasure, hiding her head in the crook of his neck, as he took her into the night.
***
Yasir watched Lolita sleeping peacefully, her chest raising and falling softly. Her cheeks still conserved the traces of her tears, while her sweaty skin smelled like sex and sin. He petted her damp hair, brushing away the bangs plastered on her forehead. Moving his hand to her belly he smirked feeling the sparkle of life blooming there. Now, after almost 3 millennia of waiting, SHE had been re-born again, and now their son was developing inside of her soft body. A son both of light and darkness, a boy who will have the same powers both in the light and in the darkness, a man who was destined to rule the worlds.
The sky turned purple and he stood up regretfully, kissing her softly one more time. During the day his power diminished greatly, only his physical strength remaining superior to an average human's.
A flicker of his wrist opened a purple whirlpool in the stony wall, its energy lifting up smaller objects and creating waves through the cold room. Lolita whimpered through her sleep and cuddled into the warm blankets some more.
"Sweet dreams, amada mia!
Yasir stepped into the vortex, the braided bangs on his back flying madly. The next moment, the passage disappeared, and the sun's first rays entered through the small window, illuminating the pale face of the crucified Christ. ( ~~~
Las Soras de la piedad = The Sisters of Mercy ( I just thought that would sound like the name of a Catholic monastery!)
Pater noster qui est in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum." = Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.. (Book of Common Prayer (1928)
!Ven, Lolita! ! Ven a me! = Come, Lolita! Come to me! (I know it's supposed to be an inverted "!" but FictionPress can't upload it!)
Amada mia = my beloved
~~~
What do you think? Should I continue?
Warning: This story is a DARK one containing definitely adult scenes, such as sex, gore, violence, bad language, maybe even un-consensual sex. Furthermore, Christians may find this piece of fiction offensive. Don't.
Chapter 1.
The monastery "Las Soras de la piedad", somewhere in Spanish forests
The young nun was praying in the middle of the church, tears spilling down her cheeks. The old church was cold and only dimly lit by the burning candles, the shadows creating intricate patterns on the walls. The only sound that could be heard, except the hurling on the autumn wind blowing dry leaves outside, was the soft pleading, growing more and more desperate as the night fully engulfed everything.
"Pater noster qui est in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum."
She almost choked as she felt the familiar vibes, the hair on the back of the neck standing up in terrified anticipation. Gripping her rosaries tighter she kept on praying, hoping he will go away, yet knowing he wouldn't. The silent crying turned into hysterical, and she stopped praying, trying to catch her breath.
The wind outside suddenly calmed and a shiver went through her as the church plunged into darkness, the smell of extinguished candles filling her nostrils.
"!Ven, Lolita! !Ven a me!" a deep, rich masculine voice reverberated through the church, though except the girl there was nobody around.
Despite the will, the nun stood up from her kneeling position, dropping the rosaries and started walking slowly down the alley as the church doors slid open with a low wail. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped outside, her feet submerging in the sea of rusty leaves covering the cold stony stairs.
She kept on walking, heading towards the forest surrounding the church with small steps. Her eyes glazed, she didn't even notice that the wind had begun blowing again, ripping off the covering of her head, and setting her hair free from the neat bun it had been arranged in.
Wisps of honey-gold hair danced through the air, tangling and untangling as if in a dance, as the wind grew stronger, bending the dry branches and lifting up whirlpools of dust and leaves.
There, near a gnarled tree, it was he, patiently as ever. The night was particularly dark, but she needn't light to know that he was watching silently, his arms crossed, a sad little smile tugging at the corner of the mouth. He stood impressively, around 6'4'' handsome as sin itself. His skin was black as the midnight, and so was his long hair, which was braided in an intricate pattern. He wore simple black clothes, yet seemed to ooze intimidation and power.
As the girl approached, he extended a hand towards her and a sparkle of satisfaction burned in his chocolate eyes when she timidly let her little hand in his. Pulling her closer, he circled her middle with one arm as he bent and kissed her hungrily. The girl's hesitance disappeared as if by magic at the slightest touch of his lips and she passionately kissed him back.
Not breaking the kiss, he moved them towards an old tree, the girl's back resting against the large trunk. His hands moved down her body than upward, taking the hem with them and parting her legs with a knee. Breaking the kiss, he moved down her neck and the girl titled her head, moaning softly. Her underwear was ripped from her body and she cried out as he surged inside of her in a powerful thrust, her nails digging in her shoulders, carving bloody half-moons even through his clothes.
Almost instantly her body was sent into a mind-blowing orgasm and she sobbed, her forest green eyes sparkling with pleasure, hiding her head in the crook of his neck, as he took her into the night.
***
Yasir watched Lolita sleeping peacefully, her chest raising and falling softly. Her cheeks still conserved the traces of her tears, while her sweaty skin smelled like sex and sin. He petted her damp hair, brushing away the bangs plastered on her forehead. Moving his hand to her belly he smirked feeling the sparkle of life blooming there. Now, after almost 3 millennia of waiting, SHE had been re-born again, and now their son was developing inside of her soft body. A son both of light and darkness, a boy who will have the same powers both in the light and in the darkness, a man who was destined to rule the worlds.
The sky turned purple and he stood up regretfully, kissing her softly one more time. During the day his power diminished greatly, only his physical strength remaining superior to an average human's.
A flicker of his wrist opened a purple whirlpool in the stony wall, its energy lifting up smaller objects and creating waves through the cold room. Lolita whimpered through her sleep and cuddled into the warm blankets some more.
"Sweet dreams, amada mia!
Yasir stepped into the vortex, the braided bangs on his back flying madly. The next moment, the passage disappeared, and the sun's first rays entered through the small window, illuminating the pale face of the crucified Christ. ( ~~~
Las Soras de la piedad = The Sisters of Mercy ( I just thought that would sound like the name of a Catholic monastery!)
Pater noster qui est in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum." = Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.. (Book of Common Prayer (1928)
!Ven, Lolita! ! Ven a me! = Come, Lolita! Come to me! (I know it's supposed to be an inverted "!" but FictionPress can't upload it!)
Amada mia = my beloved
~~~
What do you think? Should I continue?