Wards of Darkness (pm me if interested in joining, please.)

[Ravenloft]

It is 1982, mid February in Massachusetts, on the outskirts of a sleepy little lake town sits Bishops Gate, an asylum for troubled young women. In the early morning hours Parish Green walks the grounds, making sure they are maintained for the safety and satisfaction of his wards there. He has run Bishops Gate for just over twenty five years now.

There was a chill out and his breath came out in puffs of fog as he rubbed his hands together and breathed into them to keep them warm before checking the front gates to make sure they were still locked. He loved his job and the young women he cared for, giving up any chance at a personal life to take care of them years ago, his wife leaving him and his own daughter never calling, finding the asylum too "Creepy" to visit.

A year ago he found out he had cancer and that it was inoperable, given only six months to live, in agony he was desperate and cried out to whatever was out there that would listen, not for his own sake but to keep Bishops Gate from falling into the government's hands and potentially destroying all he had worked for. Late one night, Parish got the answer to his desperate prayers in the form of a demon. Enumael, it called itself, offering to cure him of his cancer and keep him alive, but only if he agreed to allow it to share his body with it, in essence becoming one being, mortal and fallen celestial in one vessel.

He would still have his own mind but Enumael's as well, for as long as the demon desired to remain on earth. Parish agreed of course and now they were one, for the past four months. It took some time for the ancient being to get used to the modern age but with Parish's understanding of things they were coming along nicely. Even his star patient, Mylea, who had immediately known him for the demon that he had become and feared him, was slowly coming around and finding he was not such a monster after all. He was still the same old Parish Green, just Parish Green Plus.

He returned to front doors of Bishops Gate, unlocking them and slipped inside, interlocking them behind him and went looking for Mylea, to check on how she was doing. She was prone to melt downs from her visions so he never quite knew how she would be from day to day. She was really quite a remarkable young lady, when her demons weren't tormenting her. He found he down in the laundry room, quietly folding her fellow ward mates cloths.

He folded his arms and me and casually against the door frame to the laundry room, clearing his throat to make his presence known. "Good morning Mylea, you're up rather early, I see." He said calmly. "Have you had breakfast yet?" He asked her, stepping into the damp, dark room that smelled of mildew and laundry soap, pulling a hanging cord to turn an over head light on. He cleared the door way, knowing that if he didn't, she might feel trapped and go into fight or flight mode.

 

[papillon24]

Mylea sat quietly in the laundry. The mundane work and repetitiveness of folding helped keep her mind clear from the visions for longer periods of time than just reading or writing did. She felt as if she was being helpful and they kept her head a little clearer.

Bishop Gate was her home and she was comfortable enough in the situation. Since the age of twelve she had been here. She had been the youngest girl dropped off here in the history of Bishop Gate from what she had been told. As an infant her parents had left her on the steps of an elderly couple and never returned. She tried to behave but the visions and the supernatural energy always though her though a loop. She felt sorry for the couple who tried their best not knowing how to deal with the troubled child they had acquired.

Now at nineteen she was coping and had even been given some duties and responsibilities over the other girls even know she looked as young as some of them. Her body had become quite thin. From time to time the fits and visions would get the best of her and her nervousness caused her to forget to eat for days at a time. The only thing that really distinguished her from them was her fiery red hair and her ageless green eyes.

Mylea jumped at the sound behind her not knowing for sure if it is a vision or not.

"Good morning Mylea, you're up rather early, I see. Have you had breakfast yet?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Parish Green. The new being inside his still made her a bit edgy. She could see the change in his aura. But things were not as tense as they once were. But there was still something the set her on edge a bit when he was around.

"Good morning." Her voice was small and wispy. " Yes I could not sleep any longer. The winds were talking too loud so i thought I would get an early start of the day."

She took a slight step back. "And I'm not sure if I ate or not."

She set down the garment into the basket that she had been folding.

 

[Ravenloft]

Up until making his deal with the demon, Enumael, Parish had never considered Mylea's visions to be anything more than the projections of her poor, troubled mind. Now, though, given new insight by the demons shared knowledge, he knew better than to ignore her visions or dismiss them as fabrications of her mind. He was certain that they were quite real, after all, with one look, she had known the day he changed and became something greater than he once was.

"And what were the wind saying, that they felt the need to disturb your slumber?" He asked, wondering what mystic power was trying to communicate through her and her gift and yet burden to bare. He did not mean to push, but whatever ghost or unclean spirits that might have been keeping her awake, it was clear she did not want to remember what they had said. "It's okay, Mylea, you do not have to tell me unless you want to. I did not mean to pry. Come, I will make you breakfast, you need to eat my dear, you look famished. The laundry can wait an hour or two, until you've had your nourishment. Please, I do insist." He was used to her declining meals but she looked more pale than usual and perhaps a bit woozy on her feet.

"We can talk, or I can play music for you, if you would prefer. Perhaps a little Chopin or maybe Mozart would be more to your liking." He was teasing her, of course, knowing that she would much rather pick from his collection of 45's that contained most anything from the fourties up to the current hits. "Or you could pick out a few records to play from my collection." He said with a soft chuckle as she scowled, disapprovingly, over his previous suggestion.

 

[papillon24]

Her thoughts had been so scrambled all morning. It was a wonder she was still standing.

"Breakfast sounds nice." At that moment she started to feel a slight pang of hunger. When was the last time she ate? She was not even sure of that. "And yes of course music as long as it none of that old dead people stuff." she giggled to herself. The classics were not that bad, but they just did not engage her mind the way the recent hits did. Anything to get out of her mind. And to keep her awake at this point.

Quickly she set moved the basket up against the door to the dryer, a sign in the house that this basket was clean but not ready to be taken, and pulled the cord to tun the light off.

She followed along silently behind him as he lead the way to the kitchen, lost in her own thoughts. The winds had been so loud this morning. Something was wrong. The spirits were agitated at something. But what could they be. And the dreams as of late. They had been getting more vivid, haunting. Many times she would wake from her sleep in a cold sweat, breathing heavily in a panic. All she could remember was a calling for help and a pair of white eyes.

She stopped suddenly at the door to the kitchen. A chill ran up her spine. Yes definitely something was amiss today. Quickly she shook it off and entered in. She watched him closely as he began to move around the kitchen. He was still the same but now there was more to him. She could see the aura of the other being within him. It set her on edge. It always had and probably would until she could figure out it's reason for being here. There had to be a reason

Mylea remembered the first day he had shown up with it. She could feel the icy presence of it as it looked through his eyes right into her causing her to freeze in fear. She could see the slight flashes of red in his eyes as the demon read into her mind. It wanted something from her, but she still was not sure of what.

She made her way to the small round table in the kitchen. Most of the time the girls would eat alone in their rooms or gather a few at a time at the main table. This small table had been added for her. She did not really like being around most of the other wards. Their energies were too busy and confusing. She knew each one though on a deeper level than they knew themselves. Her "give" gave her insight into each one. They all trusted her but knew she would rather be given her space.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I will make you a nice breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, or would you prefer pancakes?" He asked as he waited for her to set her chores aside. She took them very seriously, he could see, and he was glad for it. He laught heartily when she requested no dead peoples music. "Would you like something you could dance to? Or something more thought provoking?" The old Parish would have studied her choice of music for some insight into her mind but sometimes a song was just a song.

He led her to the kitchen and went about cooking for the two of them. "Feel free to play something while I cook, Mylea, it will help pass the time, I think. Oh, you were saying the winds woke you before?" He probed, gently, hoping to learn more about what she had heard.

He looked up at her as he sat a pan on the stove, finding she was quite frozen in the doorway. He came around to her, worried. "What is it, my dear?" He asked softly, gently touching her shoulder and guided her to a seat at the kitchen counter. Seeing that she had shaken whatever it was that came over her off, he return to the kitchen, knowing it was best not to overwhelm her with questions, he could still see her through the serving counter between rooms though.

"You're staring again." He teased with a wide smile as he caught her watching him with curious intensity. He'd pondered explaining to her why he had changed a few months ago, how it had happened, but he wasn't sure she could handle it yet, or if he could trust her to keep his secret. Trust and faith, they were such fragile things, yet they were the source of his power now. Mylea would make for a perfect bond, her gifts would warn him of any dangers and give him greater insight into the minds of the other wards, helping him to form bonds with the rest of them, and with so much faith, he could be a God.

He finished cooking their breakfast as she wandered over to her private table, and plated them up. He brought her her plate and politely asked if he could sit with her. She shrugged a little and he took that as a yes and sat across from her. "How would you feel..." He paused to pour her a glass of O J. "About becoming my assistant, Mylea? You could help me better understand the other wards here and I could teach you a bit about psychiatry in the process."

It was then he heard the sound of humming coming from across the hall, from Kat's room. He excused himself to go and invite her to breakfast.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Katarina kovich was new at bishops gates. she had been a ballerina at one time and long for the chance to dance once again on a real stage and not in her room. Katarina was abused as a girl growing up. besides her uncle this is the first human interaction she has had since her mother was alive. Parish green was amazing she felt very strong feelings for him. she stood at 5'3 with the lightest blue eyes some say there were the color of ice with a tint of blue to them, her long raven black hair and her slim figure made her have a bit of elegance, it was in fact that Parish had found out about her situation and thought he could help her. Katarina's uncle was glad to be rid of her. she was just a burden to him. parish green had found her in the attic with very little, she was skin and bones. she was taken here and in the short time she was here. she has gotten better.


Katarina got up and put on her ballet uniform for a quick dance. she soon was finished and as sad as she was. she put on her black gown and fixed her hair in a side braid. As the morning grew on Katarina was lost in one of her fantasies. she was across the room but in her mind it was a church and she was walking down the isle in a white ballgown with small diamonds embodied on the skirt and bodice. Parish was her groom. she smiled as she saw him at the alter. Katarina stopped and stood beside him.


As Katarina was having her fantasy she had no idea he was there in her room in the door way. she danced around the room saying her vows and i dos, she laughed and pretended to kiss Parish green. Katarina sighed as she fantasied kissing him. she snapped out of her fantasy when she heard a noise. she looked and saw Parish green." i am so sorry sir i did not know you where there. is there anything you need or i can do for you sir." Katarina blushed and looked down embarrassed about the thought that he saw what she was doing and could only imagine his reaction.

Katarina was witting for the punishment to come. for the beatings and the lack of food. she would wear her dresses loosely so on one knew what has happened to her. she cringed away as he came a little closer. she did not trust men not even Parish but how could she when her past proved that they were not to be trusted.

 

[Ravenloft]

Parish found Kat fantasizing alone in her room. It was really quite sweet to see. She had made great improvements in the year she had been here, but around other men, she was still as shaky as a leaf. That troubled him, knowing that he was the only man she had allowed anywhere near her. Enumael took interest in her fantasy, showing Parish phantom images of what she was fantasizing about. When Parish saw it was he that she was thinking about, he covered his mouth to stifle a surprised gasp. He knew that she had taken to him, but had never imagined she had thought of him this way.

It wasn't until she sort of dipped herself back and the phantom image of himself began kissing her that the real Parish made his presence known with a soft cough. He stepped into the door way and forced a smile. "Oh no, I should have spoken up sooner, I just didn't want to... Ruin your little fantasy was all... He noticed her tensing up, as if she were waiting for him to strike her. He knew that the only way for her to learn that not every man would harm her the way her uncle had was to step into her personal space from time to time and put her in uncomfortable situations and hope that she would begin to see that he would not hurt her, so he drew a step closer to her.

"Kat, would you like to come to breakfast with us? Mylea is up finishing hers, and I can make some for you as well." He offered, speaking with a soft voice. He slowly tried to reach out and caress her cheek.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat backed up against the wall as Parish came closer. she flinched as he caressed her cheek." pl...please sir i am sorry i wont do it again." she started shaking badly with her anxiety attack come on with old habit and memories. she sunk to the ground trying to calm her body from the shakes. thinking to her self how she hated this part of her self and how she wanted to be a normal girl. the look in Parish's eyes were of concern and compassion. it almost hurt her feeling because it looked as if he pitied her.

once the fit stopped Kat scooted away a bit and looked down whipping the tears from her face." i am sorry but i am not hungry sir." she looked at him for a moment and saw the red tints to his eye and wondered what made the appear red. he was such a mystery to her and she wanted badly to over come her fear and get to know him. Kat wished for once she could stop being to shy and say what was on her mind.

this was hard for kat to have Parish this close because there were so many things she wanted to do to this man but she was just way to shy and could never bring her self to do such thing not even to him. But at time she would get so confused with the looks he would give her. sometimes they were of love and then lust. she knew lust because her uncle would look at other women that way. she never understood men.

 

[Ravenloft]

Parish sighed, trying very hard to hide his worries for Kat's well being. "You did nothing wrong Kit kat. Its okay. Its okay, my dear." He stepped back, giving her her space and using his nickname for her. "I shouldn't have pushed." He felt like cursing himself, he could tell that even his concern for her was causing her pain.

"That's okay, just let me know when you are hungry and I will make something for you." He said, brightening up a little, at least she was still talking with him, that was a massive improvement from the past. A wave of images flashed through Parish's mind all of a sudden, they were of the things Kat wanted to do to him. His eyes grew wide and flashed red with Enumael's lust and power. She was feeding him with her hidden desire, giving him something he could use later on. He stood there for a moment in stunned silence before recovering and clearing his throat. "Well, you're free to watch some tv, or... "He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to the arts and crafts room. "Here, you can go do some crafts or make some music, if you like. Mylea's picking out some records to play soon."

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

kat slowly stood up as he backed away a little more comfortable with the distance now. she smile at his nick name for her. she had not heard the name since her mother called her that when she was a child. she saw the red tint in his eyes again but thought nothing of it." if i am hungry i will let you know sir." she watched him like a cat keeping an eye on all his movements and making sure he did nothing.

kat nodded when he told her of the activities she could do but all of the sudden she felt such a loss as he was leaving. when he was close to the dor she ran and hugged his arm begging him to stay." please sir stay with me...don't leave me i cant be alone right now." she looked at him with her blue eyes pleading with him to stay near her.

 

[papillon24]

Mylea snapped out of her thoughts as the clink of the plate tapped the table. For a moment it took her mind to refocus at the time and place she was in and not look upon the past. She needed to be more in tune with the present. The past haunted her and the future teased her.

"About becoming my assistant, Mylea? You could help me better understand the other wards here and I could teach you a bit about psychiatry in the process."

She stopped in shock at the question. What would this entail? How would that work? Would she have to relate to the other wards more?

She took a little breath as he stood to go check on Kat. She did not know Kat that well. Or is it she had not taken the time to know her or read her. She might have to take the time to do so if she would let her. most of the girls felt uneasy around Mylea because of her gifts.

Mylea looked at her plate as it was starting to get cold. She had eated better than usual with a bite of eggs and a couple bites of bacon eaten. Picking up a piece of toast she went to the stack of records. She browsed though them as she nibbled on a corner of the toast. "Something fun?...Calming?...Maybe soulful?.." She muttered to herself as she flipped though the selection. "Ah Ha!" she exclaimed as her fingers came to rest on the perfect album for the morning. She pulled out one of her favorites, Creedence Clearwater Revival's Green River.

Setting her toast with only one bite taken out on her plate she made her way to the record player and placed the shiny vinyl down, shifted the spindle over and let the music waft though the kitchen.

 

[Ravenloft]

"There now, that's a pretty smile." Parish said, with a smile of his own, happy that he had gotten her to smile for him. "And you don't need to call me Sir, Kat, Parish or Mister Green is fine, my dear." He didn't let her cat like stare bother him as he turned to return to his breakfast.

He turned back as she ran over and hugged him. He looked down into her eyes and sighed, gently hugging her back. "Why are you afraid to be alone, Kit Kat? It will be alright, I will only be just across the hall, in the dining area."

The faint sound of C.C.R. could be heard from the kitchen.

"Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeh.
Let me remember things I love.
Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite,
walkin' along the river road at night,
barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight."

"I tell you what, Kat, you let me finish breakfast and I will come back and spend as much time with you as you like. We can move the easels in the craft room to give you space to dance even, if you like. Would you like that?"

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat looked nervous. she looked back and fourth and clung to Parish as if her life depended on it. she nodded and agreed to go with him. this will be her first time out of her room for a month. Mr green did not know it but the reason kat did not leave was because of an incident with and orderly. she stuck to him like glue and kept her eyes down to the ground. Kat wasn't use to people. she was a very shy meek person when she was offered to join green and his friend for breakfast she was nervous and scared. she had been traumatized badly by her uncle and was not sure about meeting people.



" Parish i am not so sure about this. what will she think i am scared i have not been around people for years. can't we skip this and just go dance." kat was starting to hyperventilate from the anxiety. she tired to calm her self but she could not help her self. she collapsed to the floor trying to breath. she saw the girl and her heart broke as she was beautiful. this worried kat because she has such strong feeling for Parish she started crying from being overwhelmed.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Mylea? She's just about as soft spoken as you, my dear, I think the two of you will get along just fine. Now Kat, you're here to get better, and part of that is that you are going to have to deal with other people again out there in the real world. Don't you want to be free some day? Able to go wherever your feet might take you?"

He knelt down beside Kat, catching her, easing her fall. "Its okay darlin, now, just close your eyes and listen to my voice, dear..." Enumael took over, and spoke calmly in an oddly compelling tone. "You are okay, there is nothing to fear here, we are your friends, Katarina. You can breath, come now, stand up, everything is fine." His words cut through Kat's crippling anxiety and somehow made her feel a calmness she had never felt before. It was like a stillness in her soul, all the chaotic feelings that tore at her mind were gone, for the moment and she had a clarity of mind she'd not had, well, in forever.

Parish took a clean kerchief from the breast pocket of his suit and gently dabbed away the tears from her eyes. "Hush now, child, let me dry your tears." he whispered before giving her a fatherly hug. Once he was sure she was settled he turned and presented her to Mylea. "Mylea, this is Katarina Kovich, our newest guest. Kat, Mylea, she has been here the longest. She like's music almost as much as you do, I believe. Not as into dead musicians as she is the modern stuff though." He said with a teasing smile.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat looked up at Parish memorized by his eyes as they were fully red now. she seemed fine and no fear. she got up and walked with him over to the table and smiled." hello i am Katarina kovich. Parish has told me a lot about you. i hope we can become good friends." Kat smiled and began to look for Parish. she was a little skittish with out him here. once Kat heard the music she grabbed Parish and begun to dance with him. she smiled and she loved the music.


Kats swayed her hips against Parish trying to seduce him, she was enjoying this new found boldness." thank you for this Parish i needed this push." she danced more and and noticed Parish's eye were now fully red." why do they turn that color Parish. they are so beautiful." kat smiled and caressed his cheek.

 

[papillon24]

She was lost in the music. It was a nice thing to not have to listen to the world, to herself. The spin of the record had her attention until she heard a voices enter. The new one clinging on Parish Green. She co0cked her head to one side trying to get a read on her without being intrusive when she saw the demon surge from within him. To anyone else it was not noticeable but she saw it. It had never done this before, or not that she had witnessed.

The girl calmed as he spoke to her but all Mylea could do was tense. She could feel the room fill with it's aura and energy. She was not sure if it was good or bad as of yet but she definitely could tell that it set her on edge. Something she would either have to get used to or figure out how to deal with. Either really did not seem like something she liked the sound of

The girls voice broke her from her stare and brought her out of her trance like state of mind. " hello i am Katarina kovich. Parish has told me a lot about you. i hope we can become good friends." Mylea blinked away the fog and the haze that had filled her mind

"Umm...yes.. Hi. I'm Mylea. Its nice to finally see...I mean..meet you" She gave a little wave as she stumbled over her words trying not to let on that she already knew her..well her energy at least. "I'm sorry if I was staring. I tend to get lost in my own head a lot." She flashed a quick smile to the girl. Before turning away to grab her plate and clean it up so Parish Green would see she did not eat it all.

"I hear you are a ballet dancer Katarina. Does this mean I have 2 people who will be wanting to listen to that dead people music?" She giggled to herself as she looked back and winked at Parish Green and she quickly rinsed set her plate down in the sink

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael receded back within Parish Green as his calming command took root within Kat's mind for the moment, leaving Parish back in control. He looked around, a bit confused, but shook his head, reasoning the demon must have been in control. This wasn't the first time he'd lost time like this, for the first month, every night he's go to bed only to feel like he awoke after only minutes of rest... And he was sure that this wasn't the last time he would lose time either.

He let the two young women interact, nodding with approval, deeply pleased that Kat was suddenly functioning so well. He quickly finished his breakfast as they talked and started to clean up. Just has he was finished, Kat found him and, without speaking, began to dance to the music. He laughed softly and joined her, in the doorway to the kitchen.

However, Kat began dancing a bit inappropriately and he had to stop her. "Kat..." He said, gently holding her by her shoulders. "You don't have to do that..." Parish struggled against the influence of Enumael as the demon pushed in again. "We should wait until we are alone." Enumael instructed.

Kat noticed his eyes again and asked him why they turned colors. "I'll tell you, tonight, if you promise to keep it a secret... Kit Kat." Enumael whispered in her ear as she caressed his cheek. He placed a warm kiss on her brow before returning control to Parish.

Mylea peaked in through the kitchen serving window just as Parish and Kat ended their little dance, asking Kat if she liked dead musician music too, giving him a wink. Parish chuckled and shook his head.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat was not too sure about mylea. she was very reserved and not really talkative, Kat knew there was something weird with mylea but she was unsure what. she would just have to ask Parish when she was not around. thinking about it now there was also something going on with Parish. his eyes always seemed to have a tint of red to them and now they were full blown red, it was strange.she kept dancing to the music enjoying the simple happiness of it. this one one joy she did not get to do very often." Parish why are your eyes always red now. before when i met you they were a normal color now they seem to be full on red or have a tint to them.' she looked at him with curiosity.

Kat smiled at Parish's protests.but the sudden change in his tone and the way he kissed made her think that he was two people and she was not sure how or why but she knew and she liked this version of Parish.

when kat was done dancing with Parish she grabbed mylea and started to drag her to the dance floor. Kat laughed at the look Mylea gave her." come on this is going to be fun you will see. dancing brings out the best in people and can help with being scared or stressed out." kat started dancing to the music while trying to get Mylea to join in on her fun.

Kats never been like this so she wants to enjoy this moment while she can. she had no idea why she wasn't shaking or scared but she loved it and hoped to could get better and not have to bee here anymore. she wished to enjoy life as Parish did. Kat smiled as Mylea asked if she liked dead musicians." yes i am very found of music i like all music. its a way to your soul."

 

[papillon24]

Mylea stopped as the girl pulled her out to dance. "Umm. no I don't dance" She could feel the influence in the demon in the girl's touch. It was like a small ripple on a pond that traveled outward into her own hands. "I never have really liked it. I just like the music. Nothing classical though."

She looked over to Parish green warily. She didn't want to scare the girl off but she was uneasy being this free with herself. Last time she was there was an incident with her adoptive parents and it landed her here at Bishop Gates to get help. "Can we sit? Maybe play chess?" She could feel a panic rise in her as she started to pull away. "Maybe you can dance as we talk...or whatever"

She didn't want to to interrupt her fun. She wanted to encourage it. Or was it she wanted to see the influence take hold and what else would happen.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat smiled and stopped pulling on Mylea's arms." i would love to play with you but Parish said he would take me to the art room and watch me do some ballet we can later thought. i really want us to become good friends." Kat walked back over and grabbed parish's arm and pulled him to the art room." Mylea maybe we can do that right after my dance session. i am sorry i cannot now but i really do miss my dances and its the only thing right now that makes me feel safe and normal. this place is not exactly norrmal if you know what i mean."




Kat turned and walked with Parish to the art room and closed the door behind them and locked them." now tell me right now Parish while i still have courage to address this issues what is wrong with you, why are your eye always red, and whats up with the different personalities one moment your like a father to me then the next your encourage my behavior i am so confused Parish which one is it. do you like me as a daughter or love me like a women."

 

[Ravenloft]

Parish Green was completely disarmed by Kat's question. "I don't..." He stammered in surprise, coming to realize the price that bargaining with a demon had cost him. He sighed, fixing Kat with a look of resignation. "I am very sorry if I have confused you, my dear... Allow me to try and explain..." He began, pausing to see if the demon would allow him to continue. It did and so he spoke. "About six months ago I found out that I was dying of cancer and that there was nothing medicine could do to save me, I was desperate to live, to stay on as the Director at Bishops Gate, I couldn't leave any of you to the mercy of the government in my absence..."

"Not long after searching, praying for something to help me, I had a dream, at least I thought it was a dream, of a man, no, an angel, made of light. It offered me life, but only if I let it share my... Body." Parish had no idea if Kat would believe any of this, but he was telling the truth. "I must see you as a daughterly figure my dear, that is just the nature of my position over you. It would be wrong for me to think otherwise. But the being... Within me... I can feel... He sees you very much as a woman." Parish felt his control slipping and the demon fighting for dominance in his mind.

"Please, Kit Kat, don't let me take advantage of you..." He whispered as his consciousness faded away and Enumael reemerged from within. Alone with her, he didn't feel the need to hide beneath Parish's flesh quite so much now so he showed her some of his inner light, trying to put her in awe but not frighten her. "Katarina." Enumael said, his voice sending shivers through her spine, the nice kind. He opened his arms to her, offering her an embrace, but it was for her to come into his arms, he would not force her. His eyes burned red, but his skin seemed to glow and dark, wing like waves of energy wafted from his back, apart from that, he still looked like Parish Green. "I can love you as a man does a woman." He promised, his voice like silk. "You but only have to embrace me, my child." He was risking everything by revealing himself like this to her, but he was certain Kat would not resist, he could feel her secret need to be loved, and he needed her faith if her was to remain within Parish for much longer.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat looked down with sadden eyes and tears fell as she heard him say that she was just a daughter to her but then she hear the reason why and was awed that an angel felt something for her. for some reason she believe him. he was always on different personalities with her at times and now it all made sense. she backed up a bit unsure if enumael meant her no harm." how do i know i can trust you. i don't even know you i cant believe what i am seeing you look like him but then your not. how do i know you want me just for some sick sexual fantasy." kat hit the wall and looked straight into his eyes. when he opened his arms she got a sense of safety and ran into his arms hugging him." i trust you but don't break my heart if i give it to you i am not sure i could handle it." she looked in his eyes with tender love."

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael's eyes echoed Katarina's love as she dashed into his arms and hugged him tightly, the rush of her faith and trust in him flowed through Enumael, feeding his inner light, making him glow even brighter for her.

"Oh, my dear, to injure you would only be to wound myself, and that is not something I would ever do." Enumael whispered softly, maintaining his composure despite the heady flow of her faith.

"Now, look deep into my eyes and show me your wants and needs so that I might better understand, and fulfill them." He commanded, using a portion of his new found power to see into her very soul and learn more about her.

 

[sweetblueeyedgirl]

Kat looked into his eyes showing him everything she had felt and been through. she was so un sure about all of this but she wanted love and wanted to know what it felt like. kat looked at his lips and slightly and very softly kissed him and then backed up unsure of his reaction and looked down blushing."i....im sorry. i wont let it happen again i swear." Kat walked away to the door about ready to open when she felt him grab her arm.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael turned Kat around to face him. He was smiling, beaming with love and understanding for her. "Do not ever apologize for your desires Katarina, only... Let me fulfill them." He whispered softly, drawing her gently into his arms once more, bowing his head to kiss her gently on the lips.

He lingered there, slipping his fingers into her hair and placing a hand on the small of her back to keep her steady, and on her feet. Slowly, he parted his lips, warming her with the heat of his breath as he sighed softly, deepening the kiss. I saw fragmented flashes of her, dressed all in white, being laid down in a bed of downy feathers, a red rose being placed to her lips by the hand of some unseen man. This was what his kiss must feel like to her, he realized, pleased with himself.