|Darerca of Ireland (prayingwithfire) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-05-16 05:06:00
|Entry tags:||saint darerca, satan, the antichrist|
WHO: Saint Darerca, Satan and the Antichrist
WHAT: Creeping. Maybe a little roughing up.
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Saint Brigid's church and then who knows?!
WARNINGS: TBD but it IS Satan and Son.
Darerca tried her best to get to the church as much as she could. It was her safe place, where she prayed and let her soul lay open to God. She was a stoic person by nature and so she kept a lot of her feelings inside. St Brigid's church was her safe place, but all that was about to change.
Perhaps if she had varied her schedule a little she would have been more difficult to track down, but she always came to pray at 9pm when the church was usually empty. Some days she couldn't make it, but on Fridays she made it a habit. She liked getting the burdens of the week off of her shoulders and relaxing.
She sat in the front pew, her head bowed. The church was empty except for a few random people who worked there occasionally bustling through, but they knew her well and left her alone.
Satan strolled up the aisle, running his fingers over the backs of the pews as he went. Ah, the rarified air of cathedrals. He never got tired of it.
As presents went, this was one of the better ones Joshua had attempted. Satan never got tired of saints, although he wasn't sure whether he was going to skin this one. He'd had quite a glut of saint torture recently, and he didn't want it to lose its novelty.
He dropped into the pew behind Saint Leprechaun's sister and leaned forward. "Oh, it's nice in here."
It was not often that someone spoke to her while she was praying, and so the sudden voice behind her nearly had Darerca jumping out of her skin.
She gasped and whirled around, breaking out of her prayer, mid-word. When she spotted Satan, she arched a pale brow at him. "A bit tainted now. What are you doing here?"
"I'll have you know that I'm a dedicated churchgoer." Satan steepled his hands as if in prayer. "Church is where the worst hypocrites gather, after all. And it occured to me that I hadn't spent any time with you. I would hate for you to get jealous."
More annoyed that her church had been tainted than she was worried, Darerca scowled at him. She knew he couldn't hurt her personally since she wasn't his, though she also knew not to piss him off. Satan did have cronies.
"I was actually okay about it, to be honest," Darerca said with a sigh. Then, to keep the people who worked here safe in case they wanted to come see if everything was okay with her, she said, "do you want to go somewhere more private?"
Satan raised an eyebrow. "How forward of you. Saints these days, just fornicating everywhere."
Darerca gave him a Look. "I only got to be a saint because I had so many children who ended up being saints and I'm Patrick's sister. I fucked my way to sainthood so who am I to knock it now? Though I was not making you an offer, Satan. I'm probably too vanilla for you anyway."
Satan laughed, the sound discordant and loud in the silence of the church. "Oh, I like you. Some of your saintly bretheren just aren't any fun."
Darerca wasn't really having fun, but she decided whatever she was doing it was working. Probably. Hopefully.
"Well Ireland handed out sainthoods for basically existing. Most of the others had to go through trials or be martyred. I just married someone and churned out children. I'm just a woman." Not one to be fucked with though. "A woman with militia training, of course-"
"You sound very formidable," Satan said. "Although kudos for going through childbirth more than once. I would have just murdered all my children and been done with it."
"Eighteen births. Nothing to sneeze at, though I bet labour is hell when giving birth to the Antichrist," she said, not realising that Joshua was actually there in the church, waiting.
"And I loved my children, but that concept might be beyond you. Is it?"
"You humans throw around the word 'love' so carelessly," Satan said, flicking his hand like he was flicking away an annoying insect. "It's like watching children play with toys."
He stood up. "Come along, little saint."
Despite it being a stupid idea to follow Satan anywhere, Darerca rose and followed. She wanted to keep the people in this church safe and so anywhere more secluded was ideal.
"And you Hellspawn think throwing the word love around is a bad thing, when it's not."
"You couldn't begin to understand love," Satan said, not bothering to look over his shoulder as he headed down the aisle towards the door. Joshua would be waiting. "Everything you feel is just some pale imitation of God's love. And it doesn't amuse me to watch humanity try and mimic it."
"You're so superior," she said, annoyed. "We are expressions of God's love, whether you like it or not. Are you here to tell me something or just to annoy me?"
Joshua followed, staying back. It was best to let her think she was entirely safe for a little longer.
"Who says I can't do both?" Satan said, smiling as he led her down an alley. It was so nice when someone just willingly went along and he didn't have to go through the trouble of luring them.
Once in the alley, Darerca leaned up against the wall, her arms folded in front of her. The night was a little chilly, but she didn't mind. "Good point. What do I owe the honour of your visit then?"
"Did you happen to overhear Saint Sebastian's smug little announcement?" Satan asked, leaning against the wall across from her. "It came on the tail end of Lucifer threatening to melt several saints, which would have been wonderful."
Darerca sighed. She was trying to keep herself distanced from that debacle since she thought it was all mostly the two sides throwing their weight around which she was entirely sick to death of. "If you mean where he feels you two will stay away from us which must have meant he made a deal with you, yes I saw it. How long do you actually plan on pretending you're going to honour this deal?"
"Tsk, I always honor my deals, Saint Ginger," Satan said, smiling and showing slightly too many teeth. "I'm the picture of honesty. But I worry that without their mortal pets to remind them of all the dangerous things out in the world, they might get arrogant."
Darerca shook her head at him. "Mortals are still mortals. You can;t get too attached," she shrugged. "They die eventually, no matter what. Even when I was alive I was married several times. That's just the nature of it."
"Oh, I like you," Satan said, bracing his hands on either side of her head. "You're cold as ice. I almost want to do this to someone else, but it's rude to turn down a gift. Joshua, dear, come out and play."
Darerca pushed his hands away and the moment Satan called his son, Darerca stiffened. Satan couldn't lay a finger on her, but the Antichrist could.
Joshua rounded the corner, a smug grin on his face. "Happy Mother's Day," he said to Satan. To Darerca he gave her a finger-wiggling wave.
"You see, I don't want them building up a false sense of security," Satan said, smiling beatifically. "That sort of thing is bad for piety. And so a reminder is in order. How attached are you to your fingers?"
Darerca checked her routes of escape but Satan was blocking one and Joshua blocking the other.
"How much do you want me to call Michael and have him bring my older brother here? Feel like spending some time with Cocytus tonight?"
Joshua raised his eyebrows and he glanced at Satan. "Don't threaten my mother. I could kill you before Uncle Killjoy got here anyway."
"He's very efficient at killing things," Satan said, a touch of pride in his voice. "And let's be reasonable, St. Ginger. Who knows about you, these days? How long would it take you to come back, and how much would it cost you? If you behave, we won't kill you. I'd just like to send a message."