evilsmile (evilsmile) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-09 00:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-13 |
the compendium of fallen things
Who: Zale and Jane
When: late morning
Where: an old church outside Scarlet Oak
What: Accidental rescue
Geddes Rock Church, was more of a historic landmark than a functional church. Save for that holy duty of entombing the dead on consecrated ground, it was for all intents and purposes a ruin. (A ruin that, occasionally, saw the newly dead pass through to join the gathered bones of their ancestors.)
Four of the seven family mausoleums had, however, been partially destroyed of late. The tombs raided by demon carrion eaters. This was enough of a problem that it was one of the first churches blacklisted as a shelter as were most churches with their own graveyards: the combination of fleeing refugees, the prevalence of Eurynome legionaries in search of corpses, making it an undesirable safe house. Cloistered within a thick wood at the end of a long dirt road, the overgrown lawns choked by headstones that spread well into the surrounding trees, it was solitary as you got.
There wasn’t a living soul this far into the forest.
Though, there was somebody there.
The old stone steps were littered by a ruinous debris of black and gray mottled feathers, the drizzle of rain setting them afloat in small puddles in the muddy courtyard. And down the ten foot face of the carved oak doors ran smeared rivulets of dried and drying blood to the steps which had been stained, then washed by the rain of the red. Hung over these door was what looked like crucified angel but was, in fact, a puppy-faced vampire named Zaliel. He hadn’t called himself Zaliel in years, mind you, but given the circumstances his name bore some significance.
It was his name, after all, that was seared into the spellwork on the four eight inch nails hammered through the bone and black feathers of his wings. Build to bind him, as were the old iron chains twined and looped in wet coils around body. He’d been unconscious and half-conscious in shifts since midnight of last night and was unconscious now, slumped like a macabre tapestry. So he was unappreciative of the strange happenstance of an approaching vehicle.