04-15-2014, 06:03 PM
Aria buckled beneath the strain of emotion. Armande was a blur of black as he stepped away, and in his place was thrust Father Dmitri.
He stood by without interfering while the Sentient expelled the bolus of emotions upon the helpless priest. Dmitri fell to his knees afterward, and begged Armande for mercy. Aria, the child whom he raised, watched then, having fallen into a daze.
"Nothing can undo your mistake, Father." Armande uttered, and shoved the priests' groping hands away.
Dmitri spoke as if he thought his Regus was unaware of the abomination in his Atharim. Sentients were rare, and easily mistaken for Furia, but the day he met this creature, Armande was keenly aware she was not of the fury race.
He followed until he was close enough to touch Father Dmitri on the cheek. The ring of the Vatican seal glittered in the dim light as he reached for him. He was unconcerned with Aria, meanwhile, although Armande was not fool enough to ignore her completely. She was a trained Atharim, and even if he could take her hand from her wrist, he was not so unwise as to underestimate her.
He stroked Dmitri's cheek "You would have me correct your mistake? Slaughter her right now, in cold blood?"
He pinched the priest's chin and twisted his neck until he was facing the girl he raised as his own. "What do you think of that, child?" He asked of her. Armande stood alongside Dmitri as he did, and laid his arm around the back of the man's neck, gripping the other shoulder. He was a cold flesh of distance in this moment. Within Armande there was only contemplation, and at the moment, Dmitri wavered on the precipice of execution - dealt by the hand of one who could rip his throat out with his hand.
He kept Dmitri chained beside him, forcing him to look upon Aria to whom he now commanded. "Go child, before I change my mind."
He stood by without interfering while the Sentient expelled the bolus of emotions upon the helpless priest. Dmitri fell to his knees afterward, and begged Armande for mercy. Aria, the child whom he raised, watched then, having fallen into a daze.
"Nothing can undo your mistake, Father." Armande uttered, and shoved the priests' groping hands away.
Dmitri spoke as if he thought his Regus was unaware of the abomination in his Atharim. Sentients were rare, and easily mistaken for Furia, but the day he met this creature, Armande was keenly aware she was not of the fury race.
He followed until he was close enough to touch Father Dmitri on the cheek. The ring of the Vatican seal glittered in the dim light as he reached for him. He was unconcerned with Aria, meanwhile, although Armande was not fool enough to ignore her completely. She was a trained Atharim, and even if he could take her hand from her wrist, he was not so unwise as to underestimate her.
He stroked Dmitri's cheek "You would have me correct your mistake? Slaughter her right now, in cold blood?"
He pinched the priest's chin and twisted his neck until he was facing the girl he raised as his own. "What do you think of that, child?" He asked of her. Armande stood alongside Dmitri as he did, and laid his arm around the back of the man's neck, gripping the other shoulder. He was a cold flesh of distance in this moment. Within Armande there was only contemplation, and at the moment, Dmitri wavered on the precipice of execution - dealt by the hand of one who could rip his throat out with his hand.
He kept Dmitri chained beside him, forcing him to look upon Aria to whom he now commanded. "Go child, before I change my mind."