Black Wings {Private}

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±†_Watch Tower - Vatican City Rome_†±

Serat: "You have done NOTHING for this cause and now you expect to waltz in out off of the street and be praised?"

Luca: "Serat speaks the truth. Family line or not you are now and forever WILL BE an outsider. You will not speak so lightly of situations under our jurisdiction.

"....."

Lev: "Silence compounds folly. Why have you truly come here?"

Serat: "Oh come ON! WE KNOW why she's here! It's because her brain dead sis-"

"WATCH THAT TONGUE!"

Serat: "...."

Luca: "You... dare raise your voice at one of us, in OUR domain?"

"You three seem to forget I don't follow the same teachings or rulings that my sister, or that HE followed. I don't have to listen to any of you, I'm simply listening as a common courtesy."

Serat: "She has the infernal idiocy her family is known for. It's best if we wash our hands of her while we still can! You must know this to be a truth!"

Lev: "The choice, is not ours alone Serat. We still have another to confer with before judgment of any kind can be passed."

Serat: "... Your family, has eternal luck don't they?"

Luca: "Mind him not child. Your fate will be decided soon enough. Your sisters departure in the 'hive' was a heavy blow to our causes. Lest we hope your choices are a far cry better?"

Lev: "You will be judged. You will feel the compounded wrath of the sins your sister have brought down upon the circle."

Serat: "We are watching..."

Luca: "We will be watching.."

Lev: "We are ALWAYS watching."

"....."

The sounds of the three chambers turning on their heels, echos as they slam shut. The dark light shines down the bare hallow halls. Disgust runs through her veins as if it were sheer ice falling from a cliff. The old ways, the old laws the old punishments. All but for naught due to her sister and her ignorance. Due to HIM vanishing from mid-life because of a miscalculation? WEAKNESS.

SHE had changed, SHE had learned about the real world. Her family name nor her past were to be of any issues to her now. No, no now she must deal with the idiocy of a religious fore front symbol and it's seemingly endless control over all things that fall under it's wide, wide grasp of power. To wide. She turns from the chambers, her head hung low. The sounds of the chains and shackles around her limbs drag against the old roman style ground beneath her feet. Punishment brought down upon her by a siblings crimes. What happened to the sins of the father being brought down upon the son? She wasn't even a male. She got screwed.

Travest: "Hahaha, look at who be dragging the chains now hm? Royalty can fall so far SO fast. GOD! This is so good it HAS to be fattening."

"... You're lucky, I can't use my limbs right now. Because if I could... I would show you why they had to shackle me up and STILL hide behind those chambers."

Travest: "Big talk from the fallen sister. I always knew your family would be knocked from grace. I hope you packed a parachute, because you still have a LONG way to fall."

"Travest... you can berate me and shoot that mouth off all you want, but in the end. You're ALLLLLLLLLL the way over there now aren't you?"

A span of at least ten feet separated her from the verbal abuser known as Travest. The shackles, pitch black and heavy. Intended to weigh her limbs down enough to the point of her barely being able to feel them. Preventing any form of, combat.

Travest: "Looks like one of the 'Dark Wings' finally got clipped..."

"......"

She glares at him with daggers in her eyes. If looks could kill she'd be in massive pleasure right now, after glow of vengeance. She walks slowly, dragging her feet against the ground with every solitary step. She stops in front of Travest and simply spits in his face. The sound of the contact makes a small trickle of noise in the hollow halls. He simply laughs.

Travest: ".... What was it again.. checkmate? Hahaha!"

He walks off, leaving her alone. Her head hung low. Her hair falling down across her shoulders, her gaze at the stone tiles beneath her bare feet. She.. was enraged.... to no end. Her feet drag against the hard ground, bloody all over. Her left shoulder hung lower then her right, dislocated. The right side of her ribcage, damaged, maybe fractured. She had been breathing in and out so heavily, yelling at the trio and then Travest had NOT helped in that aspect. Bleeding internally no doubt, she knew it was far from over.

"... I'm going to kill all of you......"

The sound of the large door at the end of the long passageway swings open with mighty force. She knew that'd get a response.

Bezil: "Tick tock tick tock the sound of winding clock drops down strikes one and it looks like now the sounds of the fallen ones are all to close, all to wide... oh my oh my, it's time to die."

"... And you're going to be the first one I kill to Bez'. I HATE your fucking rhymes."

Bezil: "Anger you have angry you be but in the end you can't beat me. The journey was long the journey was hard, but if you struggle I'll burn you alive in a vat of lard."

".. Seriously, shut up."

Bezil: "That's no fun, your sister loved to play my games. Perhaps it's because she knew how to win?"

"Perhaps it's because she didn't care if she lost. None of you could touch her with her daddy waiting in the wings."

Bezil: "Touche touche. Come come, it's time to get you washed up and cleaned up for the vigil."

"You have got to be kidding me... you expect me to watch those little games? I don't have any interest in-"

Bezil: "These are not the ordinary games fallen one. No, these games have more relevance to the reason, you're still alive. They're taking place in a matter of days. You need to be rested and healed up for them. So come at once, it's time to get food into you again. How long has it been now? Three days?"

"......"

She knew this situation could only be to easily but a trap. However after 72 hours without food...

Bezil: "Take it or leave it. I don't have to give you anything."

"... Fine."

Bezil: "As I thought. Now hurry up."

The grinding sound of the chains scrape against the ground with every step in the hollow, long hall. The actual sound of ticking is heard coming from Bezil's watch. It sickens her to no end. She walks three paces behind Bezil, being told where things are being held. People, objects... Her mind was blank. Her hate was gone for the moment, nothing but instinct was intact. Soft sounds enter her mind, harsher sounds enter the minds of all those watching her being led by Bezil into another part of the Watch Tower. She was being held captive for the moment, for the family sins. For the family ties, for the family and it's lies. Sounds echo, sounds die... within the Vatican's biggest lie... the vigil watchers, the council above. The only ones in control of the 'Black Dove'. Cathedral 13... The Pastors Unseen.... also known...

As...

The Tainted Ministry

±†_To Be Continued_†±

Haha... The Ministry Is NEVER Closed.

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±†_Watch Tower - Vatican City Rome_†±

Bezil: "Mmmm... it's an eternal shame that such a beautiful creature be subjected to such, torture.. why don't you let me help you?"

"Oh yeah Bez. Deliver thy divine mercy unto me. Bite me. I don't trust ANY of you to do anything for me. I'm only here to indulge myself in food. Do not... get any ideas."

Bezil: "You know you changed a lot since you were last here. What brought on such a... vile attitude towards life?"

"Aside from being forsaken by my so called family Bez?"

Bezil: "Family ties are only as strong as the lies used to create them fallen one."

"Love you to."

The steam of the bathing room fills up the air quickly. Her muscles were sore beyond comparison, the intense torment and neglect of her body had already taken its toll. She could feel the grin, the smirk on Bez's face from behind her, glaring at her with far to much intensity. Her naked body was submerged within the large wading like pool, the infinitely annoying Bezil would dump buckets of the hot water down over her shoulders.

Bezil: "Sins of the flesh are permitted not within the Tower's walls fallen one... but as you know, this domain is under my own reign. Not theirs. You should-"

"Be dumb enough to allow you free run of my body? If only you could wish huh Bez? You think I even have enough energy for sex right now? I can barely move my jaw enough to talk properly."

Bezil: "As if I'd make you do anything..."

"Put the bucket down Bez, I can finish bathing myself. Thank you for your, help."

Bezil: "Hm, conceited just like your little sister. It must run in those veins yes? Just remember to hold your golden tongue come judgment fallen one... you're of no use to me if you're dead."

She glares back at the domineering figure as she hears her slowly step lightly out of the giant bathing room. Judgment Day, cliche all the way. She grasps the bucket floating in front of her and dunks it under water... grunting at the pain of actually having to push the bucket under water.

"... I'm never alone in this place, am I?"

She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply through her nose. She could hear the tapping on the walls and ceiling, she knew...

"Ra-"

Ralstren: "Ohhhh my.... Bezil up to her old tricks I see. Not many say no to her you know, it must drive her wild with passion."

"Being attractive doesn't mean you can get everything you want Ral."

Ralstren: "Your sister seems to have a different out look on life though, now doesn't she?"

"I am so tired of being compared to her. I, me... I'M the original. She seems to forget if it wasn't for MY D.N.A.-"

Ralstren: "You seem to forget if they hadn't used yours they would have used Bezil's. Either way it was to come, it was unavoidable. You will always be compared to her, you should know this well by now."

".... How would you feel if you knew you were here first but are forced into someone else's shadow against your own will? I fought tooth and nail my entire LIFE not to be like her Ral! I did everything I could, hell I tried to be loved and admired back in-"

Ralstren: "That is POINTLESS. You are comprised of the same D.N.A. You are her and she is you, fighting the similarities is as if you were to fight evolution itself. Accept who you are..."

"That is only to easy for you to say Ral. Only to easy. You're not the one being put on trial for that shadows actions and the unstable Minister and his God damned idiotic attempts at his own ideals involving her now ARE YOU?! No... I am. Do NOT try to tell me you know, you understand what I am going through Ral because it will NOT fly with me right now. Leave me be...."

Ralstren: "Very well.. but remember that not all of us here in the Ministry are still against your family and it's name. You have allies... you just need to look for them a bit harder."

She closes her eyes once more as the sounds of tapping and scratching against the walls and ceiling cease instantly. The steam swirls around in the room with the escape of air at his departure, Ralstren. She had forgotten all of the usual suspects as it were of the Ministry, it had been a long time since she'd been within these walls for good bad or indifferent reasons. She grunts harshly as she slowly pulls her body up out of the large bathing pool. Her skin was glistening from the droplets of water falling from her as she shuffles her feet on the tile, stopping and simply sitting down softly. Leaning down against the curb of the bathing pool, her head tilts back and allows her hair to dunk back into the hot water.

"... I wonder how much time I have lef-"

Serat: "Not much."

"Oh come ON... can I NOT take a bath in peace? I'm begging here-"

Serat: "That's a good start, but if you expect me to vote for your reinstation then you'd better try a bit harder. You do not belong here and I will consistently vote for such a fact."

"Ugh... Serat, I'm telling you this once and only once; leave me alone. I'm tired, I'm sweaty, I just ate and I'm exhausted. I'm not in the mood for mind games Serat. I know I'm being judged I know I'll have the wrath of 'God' down upon me, I get it. Go away."

Serat: "Your father and sister are not here to protect you Maiden. You are all alone, Ralstren and Bezil will be reprimanded severely for their interactions with you. Enjoy your bath, Maiden. I will make sure it is your last."

Darkness. The door slams shut and nearly dismisses all the steam in the room with it's forcible impact. She knew he was right, despite Ral's words... Serat was on the Tri-Council. There was no way Ral's word would weigh in heavier then his... she hangs her head, pulling her hair up out of the hot water. The water falls down from her hair and her neckline, hitting the tiles and her bare silky thighs. Serat was right, she was screwed. Bezil may be able to 'save' her from the punishments but if she and Ralstren were taken down a notch for talking to her... she shuts her eyes tightly, running her fingers up through her hair and whipping it back. She grunts while pushing herself up off of the ground, dragging herself to the exit. Taking a large deep breath she picks up her towel and hangs it around her neck, pushing the door open as she exits it slowly. On her way to...

Judgment.

"... Organized Religion just doesn't work...."

±†_To Be Continued_†±

Try To Judge Me Now.

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±†_Watch Tower - Vatican City Rome_†±

Lev: "We are here today to discuss the judgment of a one... Eliza Halcroft. Born as; Elizabeth Creighton.

"....."

She was a prisoner at this point, plain and simple. The little council of people believing they have earned their power stands tall above the chair she was strapped down into, forced into. Cold hard granite stone, preventing any possibility of sliding out of chains and out of the device.

Bezil: "I would like to state... that Eliza herself has done nothing actually AGAINST the Ministry and it's rules-"

Serat: "It doesn't MATTER what you state Bezil! The Creightons have run amok FAR to long without punishment being derived. Power and influence only last as long as WE allow it. And our patience has run out."

Lev: "Keep your words short Serat. You forget we are here to pass judgment, not to start a war."

Serat: "You really believe there are any of them left save her and her sister?"

"... Wouldn't you like to know."

Serat: "You insulate little-"

Luca: "Enough of this. Petty wars of words are not why we're here Serat, focus. Keep your emotions down and away."

Serat: "... Very well."

Bezil: "If the Tri-Council cannot even agree on how to handle this I think Eliza should be allowed free passage."

"... Shit."

Eliza, she knew that was the worst possible thing anyone could have said on her behalf. And it showed instantly. The look of shock and in some cases horror, were more then evident on not only the Tri-Council's faces, but the onlookers and the support crew of the three sitting in judgment of her. She simply hangs her head and shakes it thusly.

Travest: "Haha. You picked a real winner to try and defend you didn't ya fallen one?"

Bezil: "SILENCE SCUM! You are not part of this-I demand to know why the Council even let you be here for this."

Serat: "You cannot demand anything here Bezil."

Luca: "He is right Bezil, though we take your words into account for this proceeding. We are the ones who must decide Creighton's fate, not you."

Serat: "She's only here because she wants to fuck Creighton anyway!"

Bezil: "I DARE you to come down here and repeat that SeRAT"

"I'm so screwed..."

She could do nothing but helplessly watch and listen on as Bezil and Serat continued on with their age old war of this and that. She continues to shake her head, rustling her wrists together in the chains sealed down upon them with considerable force. It'd take a weapon to crack those things, she knew she was not going anywhere... unless they wanted her to.

Lev: "ENOUGH!"

Serat: "....."

Bezil: "..."

Luca: "We, are not here to argue children. We may as well cast the votes now to end this useless grouping of ego."

Lev: "So it shall be. Take your time, consider all options."

The chambers turn and twist, shake and shift from front to back. She knew how this process worked, in theory. The Tri-Council would be the primary votes, the subsidiary votes would come from the onlookers. A majority would win either way, unless the primer vote from the 'head' is shifted from left to right. Indicated by the forth chamber sitting atop the first three. Eliza looks up at the primary chamber, squinting her eyes as she mumbles to Bezil at her side.

"... Has anyone ever seen him?"

Bezil: "The Primer? You wish.. no one is even sure if it's truly a male."

"Yeah... cause a woman is going to have power in the Catholic Church Bez."

Bezil: "We can dream."

".. If only."

The sounds of the Tri-Chambers spin and whirl around, stone and metal melding together as it twists back into it's original placing. The three council members facing the onlookers, and Eliza. Great... judgment time.

Serat: "G-u-i-l-t-y."

Luca: "Guilty."

Lev: "Guilty. You know the rules Eliza, if your peers nor the Primer vote otherwise-"

The loud sound of stones cracking against each other fills the wide open room with it's grinding. All eyes stare upwards, even those of the 'mighty' Tri-Council. Her eyes squint hard, trying to make out any opening of stone of steel, any indication of whom might be up there... her thoughts get cut quickly.

Bezil: "The primer..."

'Primer': "She will be released."

"......"

Bezil: "....."

Luca: "......."

Lev: "....."

Serat: "......."

For once, Serat's infernally eternal mouth was silenced. As was that of all people within the domain, Council, onlookers or not. Everyone was simply silent. No one had actually been in a preceding where the Primer spoke. Or even made it's presence known.

'Primer': "The damage sustained by Creighton and her descendants ends here and now. Elizabeth Creighton, Eliza Halcroft. You are dismissed from the Ministry as a whole. Your sister leaves an indent in every City she is in. Find her last, you will find your new beginning. It's final, judgment passed."

"......"

Bezil: "What the hell was that..."

She was just as confused as Bezil, and as everyone else in the room. The judgment alone was a shocking revelation... but the voice.. the voice(s) of the Primer were the real shock. She stares up at the forth chamber as she feels the shackles being removed from her wrists. It was as if she lost thirty pounds as soon as her four limbs were free from their restraints. The voice(s)... one sounded male...

The other sounded female.

"... They spoke in unison."

Bezil: "... Forget about that. We won, lets go.."

".. Lets? You can't come with me Bezil. You're part of the Ministry remember?"

Serat: "Take your small talk away from here. You may have won freedom but that does not mean I am going to stand by and listen to this garbage. Leave."

"... Oh I'm gonna miss you to Serat."

Bezil takes her upon her shoulder, helping her up from the stone chair. Eliza was limping, she could not support her own weight if her life depended on it. Bezil was needed in the worst way. The two look back up at the Tri-Council, Bezil in confusion... Eliza in disgust. Freedom? You've no idea.... no idea what that word means. The sounds of Bezil's footsteps and the dragging of Eliza's limbs echo softly in the silent hall, the dumbstruck onlookers baffled and confused beyond repair. Silence, silence.... silence.

"... You weren't serious about coming with me, right?"

Bezil: "Would you say you love me if I say I was? Tweedle dee tweedle duh, somethings cannot buy sweet words just because."

"... I always hated your rhymes."

Bezil: "I always hated your hair. You need to dye that on the outside you know... far to much like 'her'. I thought you avoided being like her hm?"

".. Maybe Ralstren was right, maybe I can't fight it. It's so tiring Bez, so tiring.... knowing no matter where I go her image, no.. her after image will always be there waiting for me. Trying to stalk me, trying to over shadow me."

Bezil: "Is that something you know or is that something you yourself create? Having the same last name as someone does not mean you are family. You can't argue with the D.N.A. you two share, but you don't have to let it run your existenc... Eliza."

"... You've never called me by my name before Bez..... are you getting soft on me? Aw damn.. here I thought our farewell goodbye would be all hard and tense, something to really remember in the end you know?"

Bezil: "You know, I hate you right?"

The soft sound of laughter between the two of them fills the entrance way to Bezil's chamber. Eliza was amazed she'd been able to carry her all the way here, with as little effort and strength as Eliza herself had been able to put behind any actual step she managed in a forward direction. She watches as Bezil presses her hand down on a stone in front of them, off to the left. The door opens slowly but surely, the two making their way inside with little ease.

"... Thank you, Bez... I mean it."

Bezil: "You know... I loved your sister very much."

".... We don't have to get into thi-"

Bezil: "I really did. But I realized I was wasting my time... Lilith, is not someone who can be loved. She is not someone who can want, anyone.... because she can't love, anyone. Including herself... but you're different, aren't you Eliza?"

".... Bezil.. don't do-"

Bezil: "Don't worry. Just... go to sleep. You need rest. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine.... trust me."

"......"

She couldn't say, anything. For anyone in the Ministry to show emotion was unheard of, well... emotion that was not considered 'Divine Wrath'. As shown quite well by Serat. Eliza is slowly eased down onto Bezil's bed. She looks up at her... trying to understand everything said, everything that has happened.... trying to understand, period. It all fails her, falling through her fingers. Bezil smiles softly, leaning down and giving Eliza's forehead but one soft kiss. Her eyes close slowly... maybe, one day... she would understand. If only, she had known what she knows now.... back then. In that room, within the Watch Tower...

And the biggest hidden lie of all.

±†_Fin_†±

The Dark Maiden Cometh...