Forgive me, for I have sinned [open]

[lamiae ♥]

The church was silent and dead, lit up only by the flicker of moonlight through stain glass windows. The medivel church looked slightly weird with the newer additions, such as the polished wood benches that replaced the old, more appropriate stone benches. The desk in the back was littered with black snake-like cords that ran through the entire length of the building. On the gray, stone floor, a red carpet ran from the doors to the front of the church. At the front of the church, a podium stood, with many microphones surrounding it. The ceiling, high up above, kept up many crystal chandellers. They shimmered beautifully as the moonlight reflected down on them.

I padded down the red carpet, sly and quick, a stalking hunter in the night. My slim shape slipped through the air with easy and grace, making not one sound as I approtched the large figure of Jesus on the cross. I never really believed in him, but it was an amazing statue. Gray clay shaped in just a way that it showed pain and sadness. Grief and loss of life. Like my victoms. I twitched a bit.

Ever since that night about a year or two ago, I had an endless craving for the blood of kits. I ate my own two daughters, newly born and crying, because their father's true mate had ordered me to do so. Looking back on it, I don't know why I didn't kill that bitch for suggesting such a thing. You do know why, though. A voice in the back of my mind came forward, accussing and distgusted. I twitched again. It was true, I knew exactly why I didn't kill her. It's because I was a weak, shy piece of shit that had to bow down to everyone who could lay a hair on me. In my mind back then, I was always in trouble. As long as I kissed ass, they wouldn't hurt me. As long as I kissed ass, I wasn't harmed.

I snapped out of the wandering state of mind, and walked towards the feet of the statue. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against it. "Forgive me." It wasn't directed to anything, but I said it anyways. It was more my old self appoligizing to the new me for eating my kits, as if there were two Lamias. I smirked. Lamia, the new me, and Lamae, the old me. I changed my name, but I went by both. A symbol that I still ad some of the old me inside? Maybe, but I wouldn't place any bets.
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[Setekh]

The air outside was not as harsh as it had been, but it was still difficult to travel long distances. She had stayed in the castle too long and now she needed to go elsewhere. It was nice being everywhere else that one place where nothing could truly bother you.
Setekh had not intended for the arrival in this place, but bast seemed to have wanted her to come here.
What is so important that we must travel so long in the cold?
Set asked quietly, trying to be quiet as possible. Once she started to step into the church, snowspecks went everywhere and melted into the carpet. The she-cat grimaced a little at the mess she made, but silent wors caught her ears. The egyptian cat prowled silently under the benches that were lined up for rows.
Why am I here again?
The feline continued to complain as she looked around, wondering if there was a reason behind her being here instead of at a bar where she could steal a humans beef jerky and sleep in a cozy flour bag.
Why was it so important for her to be here?
Then Set found Lamiae.
"What is to be forgiven?"
She asked, still under the first row of pews.

[lamiae ♥]

"What is it to be forgiven?" A voice called from behind me.

I glanced to my side, scanning the area just over my shoulder for the feline who spoke. My blue eyes spotted something silver under the bench, with a red cresent on it's forehead. I smirked. "Why, hello missy. I didn't notice you there." I greeted. "Nice to know that you stuck around to hear me speak nonsense." I smirked with sarcasm.

I was never much of a conversationalist. If I lost interest in a conversation, I would pick on the other person. Such sacrifice is needed, so long as the conversation was drived away from me. Not many knew of my past. Many people would think I was crazy if I didn't through them off. Mind you, I was slightly insane. But they didn't have to know that. And I sure as hell wasn't about to tell them. Put on your happy face and talk about the weather. Like my sister used to say. I winced. My sister. I hadn't thought about her in forever. I wonder where she is now.

I looked at the window. Snow blew across it at an angle, showing only white and gray. My sister was more my half-sister. We had the same pursian mom, but unlike my siamese dad, she was a pure-blood. She was born the daughter of two pursians who were born the offspring of two pursians. She belonged to the "Pure-bloods", which was a stray gang. In this gang, you must breed with your own kind. Loving who you breed with was not an option. It is sort of messed up, and no one knows why they do it. Something about it having to be all the same for Him, and diversity was a weakness. The only problem is, is that in this gang, seven females must breed at the exact same time. If they do not all bare kits, then the kits that were born are killed. My mother had my sister, but did not love her mate, so my mother ran away with my dad to start a family with a "mixer". No one approved of this, so when they found us, my dad battled them off so my mother could escape. They killed my dad that night. My mother ran away, carrying me inside her belly. When she found a safe place, she gave birth to me. One day she said she had to go check on someone, so I followed her. I was only a kit, and I was curious. I saw her meet my half-sister, who was only a few months older then me. She had a beautiful thick white coat, and silvery blue eyes. I met her a lot after that, and she proved to be a stubborn, annoyed female that never backed down. After a while, she started to say something about Him not being pleased and having to leave. I didn't take her seriously, but I should have. The Pure-bloods moved to another location, and I never saw my sister again.

I drifted back into the present, blinking away the memories. Ugh. I did that too often. I must be getting murder-hungry. I looked back at the silver cat under the bench. I smiled. "What brings you to the church, Setekh?" I asked.[/blockquote]