Thread: The Renaissance of Sin. [Hahvoc + Goatse]

Masks were usually an advantage for one to avoid crime, and to avoid getting caught for having such loose morals. Though, it did not always ensure that one would be safe from prying eyes, especially when one committed most of their sinful acts in the comforts of their own home.. at least, when it came to royalty. Such was the case with poor Luca, a prince who should've been paying attention to what was going on when the man he was having quite the time with seemed to be desperate to hide himself suddenly. He had of course been caught red handed by his father, the man he was sleeping with merely a servant. It didn't matter to him that they were of high class, only if they were good at pleasuring him, and saying all the right things. Such an explanation didn't seem to please his father far too much, as he had merely been condemned by the man and sent off to confess yet another crime. Grumbling down the halls, that seraphic boy seemed to be in quite the awful mood. He had been neatly dressed once more, and was now sent off to apologize for his misdeeds. Though deep down he wasn't sorry in the least. It was just something his father did to make him believe he was controlling his demon of a child. Well, there was really a disadvantage when one was trying to hold up their family's reputation amongst such scandal, especially with their son being the near definition of a hedonist. The young boy with curled raven locks didn't seem to care about seeming respectable, he only just wanted to achieve as much pleasure as he could. Little did he know that he was going to find such things when he was trying to force himself into salvation's arms. When he had stumbled upon the confessional, he had sighed loudly, rolling those beautiful green eyes in exasperation. He really didn't want to do this at all. But, he had no choice, this would keep his father out of his hair for awhile, and it would be worth it in the end. Luca was planning to get terribly drunk and sleep with men elsewhere afterward, he wanted to go back to the life he wanted to lead... not this mess! Straightening his fine expensive clothing out a bit, he had finally went into the confessional booth. What he had heard though... surprised him, to say the least. For what he had heard had been the moaning of a girl, and an older man. He didn't hear the silent murmurs of a priest, nor did he hear the chastising he had expected to. Of course he wasn't just going to listen to this moaning and not figure out who it was, either! It was sacrilege, and though he didn't care to know for moral reasons... he knew that the sort of person that would make love in a confessional, must certainly be someone he wanted to know. Getting up, he had opened the slot that usually separated one from the priest, peeking in, Let's see who we have here! He exclaimed, suddenly realizing he recognized the face of the priest... though he didn't recognize the woman in the least. Dear Gabriel, the blue eyed angel making love to some random harlot in a confessional? How delightful! It appears as though when I've needed to cleanse my sins, the one who was supposed to exempt me from them is creating worse acts of debauchery than I could ever imagine! Not only did he find a new playmate, but he had the perfect blackmail to keep him. Perhaps such a holy man could teach me how he has the gall to commit such a crime? Though... I would prefer to learn much like this poor whore is, as that holy book won't do me any good.