To the Devil a Daughter... or two (Closed for PPR and Scribe)

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In the time of the Inquisition...

Smoke filled Maria's nostrils long before the heat reached her. She sobbed, repentent of her mistakes. She should never have been the lover of Lord DeWinter... but how could she have said no? He owned the land on which she lived with her two daughters... and their father was dead... Anger at the injustice of her condemnation and death filled her, welling up in her heart and transforming to hatred. She saw hell, saw Satan, and made her bargain. Her daughters would avenge her, in exchange for their flesh. The deal was sealed. Sarah and Rebecca were doomed. She screamed out her curse upon the town and those who had been instumental in her downfall with her dying breath.

The Lord placed her girls in a convent in which he had interest, and there they were raised, as far away from the Black Arts as they could be. It was not until the 18th birthday of Sarah that their heritage was revealed to them by their spiritual leader in a most carnal way.

 

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Sarah

18, long blonde hair, deep brown eyes, slender
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Father Gallo has called me, I know not why. I have done nothing against the convent or the church this day. Whispers assault my ears as I go, gossip of the women. What a deadly sin is gossip... my sister, Rebecca joins me part of the way there, and my knock on the ancient door echoes through the corridor.

 

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Lady DeWinter entered the chambers, the light of the natural sun behind her. The light less emitted a glow like a halo, than extended her shadow, creeping up Sarah's body like a snake in the garden of Eden. DeWinter was dressed in ironic white, but, unlike the plainly clothed women inside, was decked in a noblewoman's frills and lace, unsubtlely out of place in a convent like this. DeWinter smiled through her red ruby lips, her tightly curled hair springs and wound tight like a cat ready to pounce on her meal.

"Well, these are Rebecca and Sarah," she said, touching, perhaps stroking, their chins. "They make beautiful servants, wouldn't you say?" she smiled, her question definitely out of place. "Look," she continued, "Their skin is so smooth, so young", her white gloved hands tracing an outline on their face. "And are they virgins?" Her lips pulled an odd grin as she looked at them straightly.

"I believe they are," replied Father Gallo. Father Gallo was the authority here, but he seemed a little less confident her, perhaps shaken. His voice appeared dry, a slight waver in the presence of DeWinter.

Lady DeWinter again addressed the two women. She sat in the only chair in the room. "Please. Please kneel down. Do you understand why you are here? Do you truly understand what it means to be a servant of God? Tell me. Tell me how important that you have faith, that you must unquestioningly obey, as a servant of your Master."


Scribe.

 

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I looked from the Father to the Lady questioningly, but he almost trembled, and I realized that she was the greater power here.

"Yes, m'Lady, I am a virgin, as is my sister. She is pious, saying her prayers daily, as do I." I do not say I am pious, for I am far from it. But I am a virgin, so that is no lie. "We know we must obey our Lord above all, and to know a man would be to disobey His edicts."

My eyes plead with the Lady to take my answers as I give them.

 

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"A virgin, eh?" said Lady DeWinters with an eyebrow raised. "Many a sister has claimed that, but we understand that close quarters often result in dalliance between sisters and..." Lady DeWinters looked at the Father, "men. And sometimes sisters will give in to the lusts of women as well.

"And so we must test you," DeWinters said. "We must see if, hidden within your hearts, is a demon lust that will prevent you from proceeding further. It is convenient that we have two sisters who are related, for incest is the worst sin possible. Rebecca, please lie down on this bed, please be comfortable. Sarah, remove her head dress and stroke her hair. Touch your fingers to her face and lips. Tell me what you feel."

OOC: Okay, looks like I'm playing Rebecca.


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