Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (frostandsnow) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-06-07 04:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel, ruby |
Who: Margareta, (Ruby) Tatiana (Tammi) and Castiel
What: AU Swap, Its not always a bad thing people
Where: Small village in Prussia, Ruby's apartment
When: Mid Afternoon, June 1350, and then LA 2006
Rating: PG 13 Language
Status: In Progress
Margareta prayed, she always always prayed, knowing her soul was already dammed to hell and knowing there was a very real and literal hell to be dammed to, The dark haired creature with the terrible black eyes in front of her was proof of that. And she knew well that the things she had been agreeing to lately were wrong. Were the devils work, But she had lived because of those things she went along with, she had lived when so many around her were dying. And her Lord, her Lord that she believed in and prayed to each day and night. He had done nothing, everyone was still dying around her, and she knew herself she was not long for this world,
But of course that's where the temptation found her, that's when the witch who was more than a witch had found her. Tatiana she called herself. Tatiana that had been both her savior and the one she hated most in all the world. She had come earlier in the evening and had busied herself, settling in her one chair, surveying all she saw with a contemptuous gaze. But she had no such gaze for Margareta. She had made her offer early, and made it often not caring for no as a sufficient denial.
"Just give yourself to me, say you will and I can make certain you never suffer as your people have suffered, that you never die, wouldn't you like that girl"
Margareta kept one hand firm in the pocket of her dress, the pocket containing two things, A cross, a holy cross, and a bottle of water blessed by the local father. He had looked at her oddly when she had asked it off him, she hadn't been attending his masses a great deal and such a request from one he'd been ready to dub heretic. But of course he had more to focus on, more and more funerals every day.
"You're a demon" she managed to retort, she had discovered the truth of it when Tatiana had begun to talk more of living forever had closed her eyes and opened them to a blackness that had made her shudder to see it. She had explained about demons as creatures of great power, of no remorse or regret.
"Its so freeing" she continued to taunt "No death, no disease, nothing holding you back, you belong to no one and nothing but yourself"
It didn't sit right with her, 'nothing and no one', it didn't feel right, Margareta had always had faith
"Our father, who art in..."
Tatiana actually laughed, moving closer to her to run a comforting hand along her cheek, she had a way of making herself so comforting, her voice so soothing, that Margareta was almost, almost ready just to agree to her terms and do whatever the demon asked of her. But she continued to pray and the demon continued to laugh.
"God...if he even exists, doesn't care about you, doesn't care about anyone in the world anymore, just look around you my dear, look at why you came to me in the first place, elixirs for your brother, wards for your house, just who did you think you were praying to as you said those words, helped me mix those ingredients? Did you think good things just happened?, You were praying to me, Yes, You knew Margareta, and you gave yourself to me so willingly, Remember this if nothing else. God doesn't listen to the prayers of whores. But I do."
The demons lips were so close now and she knew that was all it took, one kiss, another sin to add to her litany of them and the deal would be done. She would have all the power she'd dreamed of, but she'd be dammed.
She paused, a moment to decide, one moment that she knew would lead to her death or her damnation, maybe both would happen either way. But Margareta chose. And in one quick motion brought the holy water already the cork of the bottle loosed in her hand and flung its content at the demon in front of her
Tatiana screamed and hissed, and Margareta ran, knowing that she was already dead, knowing that that foul and unholy blackness would find her and kill her for the deal she had not made. For the power she would not gain. Holy Water didn't kill a demon, nothing killed a demon, nothing in the world. She had slowed it down, and not by enough. For the creature had left the host it possessed.
"God save me!" she called, begging, pleading for salvation
She ran, and ran, and as the smoke caught up to her she could not run anymore, Margareta fell, and woke up immediately putting her hands to her ears, eyes still shut tight.
And yet, Noise. There was noise, a barrage of it in a strange sounding tone, and lights, such bright light.
She looked up to find the source of the offending noise only to discover a ...painting, only the painting seemed to be moving, talking.
She screamed.