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Oct. 15th, 2006 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsNight had just fallen and snow drifts down onto the ground and on the various buildings surrounding him as he walks. Prague was a place of heavy memory for him. He pauses in front of the Týn Church, staring up at the great structure, and sighs. He remembers, vividly, slipping into the church long after night services, when only one priest remained behind. Ruin had gone in, sat in a pew, and waited.
Finally, the priest had seen him.
Ruin remembers how long he had spoken with the man. He had told him of the death of his wife, his hatred for the son who had caused that, all the pain he brought with him wherever he went, and the priest, as Ruin had expected, had begun to speak to him of God's love. Of forgiveness and letting Christ into his heart.
It had annoyed him.
So, he'd destroyed another thing.
He'd taken the young, celibate priest to bed.
Ruin shakes his head and walks up to the doors of the cathedral and lets himself in.
No lock could keep him out.
The tarot card sits in the same pew he had occupied so many, many years ago, and sighs, steel-grey eyes on the crucifix at the front of the church. Perhaps there was a young priest here he could seduce after confession...
Finally, the priest had seen him.
Ruin remembers how long he had spoken with the man. He had told him of the death of his wife, his hatred for the son who had caused that, all the pain he brought with him wherever he went, and the priest, as Ruin had expected, had begun to speak to him of God's love. Of forgiveness and letting Christ into his heart.
It had annoyed him.
So, he'd destroyed another thing.
He'd taken the young, celibate priest to bed.
Ruin shakes his head and walks up to the doors of the cathedral and lets himself in.
No lock could keep him out.
The tarot card sits in the same pew he had occupied so many, many years ago, and sighs, steel-grey eyes on the crucifix at the front of the church. Perhaps there was a young priest here he could seduce after confession...
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Date: 2006-10-16 05:21 am (UTC)"Oh yes. There was a young priest back in the 16th century here. Beautiful man, really. He annoyed me with his 'God loves you no matter what' that I seduced him. Had him on one of the pews." Ruin snorts. "I do believe that was followed by him going mad with guilt and hanging himself."
Everything Ruin touches will not end well.
It's the nature of his very being.