09-03-2018, 01:59 AM
[only the last two paragraphs are relevant sobs]
Luca had never had much of a choice when it came to what religion he practised. The town he had grown up in owed everything to the church, so pretty much everyone that lived there was deep into Catholicism, or the twisted version of it that the corrupted clergy had preached. His father and mother were no exception, especially since the former of the two carried angelic blood (something Luca had only discovered after everything had gone sour). He had grown up studying edited scriptures, reading passages from a bible that wasn't entirely correct. His intense studying of the town's religion was Luca's way of survival, for it was clear to every child taken in by the church that they would be punished if they didn't know the rules off by heart.
Luca's memory had never been very good, all broken up into fuzzy bits and pieces, so he often found himself in some pretty deep trouble. Luckily he was fairly well liked, his appearance saving him from some of the worse punishments out there. At least he wasn't blinded or disarmed like some of his old friends had been. The fear was still there though, driving him to accept the teachings and drink in all the information fed to him out of fear of what would happen to him if he didn't.
It was only when his goddess began speaking to him that the possibility of other religions had crossed his young, impressionable mind. She would talk to him in the darkness, smooth down his messy fur and speak sweet words into his ears. Her presence was much more comforting than that of the holy men he was supposed to be following. What he caught of her appearance was terrifying, all teeth and eyes and inky peeling flesh, but she was kinder to him than any other of the authority figures in his life. Soon he began to question his faith, which he knew was dangerous at the time. But this god he was supposed to be worshipping had never showed himself to the young canine. Even when he had learned all the stories and sang all the hymns, he never appeared before Luca as his nameless goddess had. As far as he knew, this holy maternal presence was for more reliable than the wrathful deity he'd been reading about in his studies.
His secret switch in religions hadn't gotten rid of the fear he held inside him, though. He still found himself practising what he had learned, digging his claws deep into his skin after every misstep to cleanse himself of the sin. At least he never had to do that after some of his more lustful acts though- to a being as naturally shy as Luca, they were the punishment in of themselves. Shame constantly clung to his pelt, an eternal reminder that he was dirty and wrong and that he never should have listening to the sweet, tempting words of another god. He would never be forgiven now, not when he had burned down a village comprised entirely of the faithful. Some sins could never be forgiven, no matter how many times you died to repent.
It was the sound of Junji cry that drew the pretty little sinner forwards, the sound of crunching sand deafening in his ears as he paws carried him urgently towards the source of the noise. The distinct sound of pain in the pretty angel's voice was becoming all too common, bringing with it an ache to Luca's stuttering heart. It didn't take him long to come upon the delicate form that he so admired, but something stopped him from diving forwards to comfort him. Luca wasn't quite sure what was holding him back until two feathered limbs burst from Junji's back, the suddenness of it all causing Luca to start in fright. Any fear on his face soon dissolved into awe, however, his rose eyes glowing with unmasked admiration as he took in the new addition to Junji's body.
It was only when Beck came forwards that Luca did too, following the tracks in the sand made by Junji's wings to come up behind the angel. "You're so beautiful," the demon said softly as he moved to the side of his clanmate, his eyes following the curve of the closest wing back to Junji's body. Without thinking too much he reached out to stroke one of them, but pulled his paws back at the last second. He was too dirty to touch someone so pure, too corrupted and cruel. Surely a single touch of those gold-tinted feathers would be too much for him, and his lust for the holy presence of an angel's soul would over come him. It was for the best that he stayed away, just a hair's breadth away from the ethereal sage.
Luca had never had much of a choice when it came to what religion he practised. The town he had grown up in owed everything to the church, so pretty much everyone that lived there was deep into Catholicism, or the twisted version of it that the corrupted clergy had preached. His father and mother were no exception, especially since the former of the two carried angelic blood (something Luca had only discovered after everything had gone sour). He had grown up studying edited scriptures, reading passages from a bible that wasn't entirely correct. His intense studying of the town's religion was Luca's way of survival, for it was clear to every child taken in by the church that they would be punished if they didn't know the rules off by heart.
Luca's memory had never been very good, all broken up into fuzzy bits and pieces, so he often found himself in some pretty deep trouble. Luckily he was fairly well liked, his appearance saving him from some of the worse punishments out there. At least he wasn't blinded or disarmed like some of his old friends had been. The fear was still there though, driving him to accept the teachings and drink in all the information fed to him out of fear of what would happen to him if he didn't.
It was only when his goddess began speaking to him that the possibility of other religions had crossed his young, impressionable mind. She would talk to him in the darkness, smooth down his messy fur and speak sweet words into his ears. Her presence was much more comforting than that of the holy men he was supposed to be following. What he caught of her appearance was terrifying, all teeth and eyes and inky peeling flesh, but she was kinder to him than any other of the authority figures in his life. Soon he began to question his faith, which he knew was dangerous at the time. But this god he was supposed to be worshipping had never showed himself to the young canine. Even when he had learned all the stories and sang all the hymns, he never appeared before Luca as his nameless goddess had. As far as he knew, this holy maternal presence was for more reliable than the wrathful deity he'd been reading about in his studies.
His secret switch in religions hadn't gotten rid of the fear he held inside him, though. He still found himself practising what he had learned, digging his claws deep into his skin after every misstep to cleanse himself of the sin. At least he never had to do that after some of his more lustful acts though- to a being as naturally shy as Luca, they were the punishment in of themselves. Shame constantly clung to his pelt, an eternal reminder that he was dirty and wrong and that he never should have listening to the sweet, tempting words of another god. He would never be forgiven now, not when he had burned down a village comprised entirely of the faithful. Some sins could never be forgiven, no matter how many times you died to repent.
It was the sound of Junji cry that drew the pretty little sinner forwards, the sound of crunching sand deafening in his ears as he paws carried him urgently towards the source of the noise. The distinct sound of pain in the pretty angel's voice was becoming all too common, bringing with it an ache to Luca's stuttering heart. It didn't take him long to come upon the delicate form that he so admired, but something stopped him from diving forwards to comfort him. Luca wasn't quite sure what was holding him back until two feathered limbs burst from Junji's back, the suddenness of it all causing Luca to start in fright. Any fear on his face soon dissolved into awe, however, his rose eyes glowing with unmasked admiration as he took in the new addition to Junji's body.
It was only when Beck came forwards that Luca did too, following the tracks in the sand made by Junji's wings to come up behind the angel. "You're so beautiful," the demon said softly as he moved to the side of his clanmate, his eyes following the curve of the closest wing back to Junji's body. Without thinking too much he reached out to stroke one of them, but pulled his paws back at the last second. He was too dirty to touch someone so pure, too corrupted and cruel. Surely a single touch of those gold-tinted feathers would be too much for him, and his lust for the holy presence of an angel's soul would over come him. It was for the best that he stayed away, just a hair's breadth away from the ethereal sage.
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