Thread: Wishing for Sins [noir and memoire]

Its okay Doll. No stress. His lips turned down in what was undoubtedly a handsome frown, and he lifted a gloved hand and rapt firmly on the door again. His black heart was racing as he was about to meet the human responsible for his arrival here and he was if anything, pretty excited. He listened as the steady footsteps of what was clearly a male, his tendrils of energy counted the heads in the house and he noted that there were four energies, three of those female. He frowned trying to figure out how he was going to get around this. The front door swung up and he slowly grinned, the fact that it was somewhat snake like was certainly lost on the man staring at him. Good morning...Father? He greeted, though he didn't mean to have the latter as a question. It was clear that he was a holy man. The Fallen cleared his throat, steel grey eyes peering deeper into the home. It was not not a shock why he had so many issues seeing who resided inside. Clearly, the house was well loved and certainly blessed in every respect. But now the question was, who would pray for him, here? This intrigued him greatly. I am here to call upon your very lovely daughters. He said with a polite smile. The preacher watched him carefully, clearly adding up how much his outfit cost, he stepped aside and let him in. My Daughters? What for, sir? It is rather early for a social call. The good Reverend quipped as he offered him a chair by the fireplace. He didn't make a move to call his daughters from downstairs. This made the fallen frown just slightly, He reached for the man and grabbed his hand and shook it. Dark energy crawled up his arm and settled in on him, making the Reverend slightly more amenable. I'd like to marry one of your daughters. He said sharply. Now. Go wake them up. He said firmly and the Reverend nodded and numbly went on his way. Upstairs, he found his eldest daughter Joyce, awake, doing cross stitch in the light of the window while his other two daughters lingered in bed. Amelia, Melodie, Get up, dressed. There is a man here to see all three of you. He said frowning as if he knew there was something wrong with what he was saying, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Joyce frowned as their father retreated and she looked at Melodie and Amelia. ....Is Papa alright? He never lets men visit...not visit us anyway....this must be important. Do as he says. She said and smoothed out her skirt, she moved to the mirror and started fixing up her hair. Amelia, the youngest, didn't seem all that interested but begrudgingly she rolled off the bed to start getting ready. Eventually the sisters headed downstairs, to find their father chatting with a very handsome male. Dark, but handsome. Ladies. He grinned, standing up he surveyed them, his eyes carefully examining them. He smiled tightly, You have very pretty daughters, sir. He said with an air of disinterest. But sadly, I can only wed one of them. He drawled, and watched the ladies. There was no question about it. It appeared he had decided that he was in fact 'marrying' as it were, one of these young women. If you could call it marriage. Truth be told, he intended to use her.