Thread: Temple of the Gods

Rain had begun to fall down upon the pristine temple, coating the steps with a thick sheet of wetness. The pitter-patter of rain hitting heavily upon the place of worship drowned out the light steps of the woman who now approached its doors. Switch had believed that if she ever tried to enter a church she would burn or grow ill, something of that nature. But she had been welcome inside churches without much problem. She found it strange that she wasn't repelled from such places and barely visited them in the first place, but found a subtle comfort. Was it because of her human half? Her human wishes that she wasn't alone or as damned as she believed? She wasn't sure. Jack trailed behind her like a shadow, the rain falling around him instead of on him. Her umbrella in all its black and rainbow starred splendor protected her from the worst of it. Her weapons were sheathed, one at her side while the other was attached to a strap that went over her shoulder and hooked to her waist. The intimidating blades glistened with a dark light, even in the torrential downpour. Usually, if she ever felt the need to visit a temple, she sought some form of calm acceptance. Her caretaker had been somewhat religious and had taught Switch how to pray and all that, but she wondered if a creature like her could be accepted by the Gods even though she was so far from grace. Stopping at the top of the steps, she shook out her umbrella before closing it and depositing it against the side of the building, removing her larger sword and putting it beside the cutesy umbrella. She kept her other weapons on her person due to the possibility of being attacked. She may have sought peace, but it was hard to maintain, even at such a place of worship. Jack mewled at her as he rubbed against her skirts, dry as if it were summer and sunny. She rolled her eyes at him before he leaped onto her shoulders and settled by her left ear. His light purring calmed some of her nerves as she stepped within the walls of the temple. As usual when she stepped inside churches and other religious centers, she felt a wash of calm and peace settle over her, not banishing her Devil half but rather helping her to embrace it more so. She had made peace with herself long ago, but sometimes you just needed assurance that you weren't so murderous and outcast. Her heeled boots made soft echoes as she viewed the long hallways filled with statues. All of them were beautiful in their own rights as artwork and divine beings. It was then that she started to pick up the sounds of one person in prayer before she heard another, a male by the tone and sense of cruelty she could scent and hear in the words he picked. However, it wasn't much of her business. But the scents she picked up she smelled...angel. The scents were twining with the faintest touch of human female and she knew that there had to be a half-breed within the walls. But the other being? Was the male an angel sent to guard the humans or one of the Fallen? She was unsure, but then again, it wasn't much of her business. Her eyes, so purple they were almost black, scanned the halls for the other beings who might have dwelled within. Jack yowled with boredom and something else...he was quaking with the need to pounce and devour. She glanced at him and she felt his mix-matched eyes fall upon her, one orange and one red. The orange one flashed with strikes of black as he connected minds with her and spoke. Dulceata ...angels reside without their wings and yet one flies with tainted intentions. Tread carefully and do not interfere unless life force seeps.. Switch nodded at the poetic way Jack always spoke to her, but it was also cryptic if one never understood what he meant. The angel she could feel was a Fallen. She was not a coward but she did know when to stay away from trouble. If she felt like it. Running her fingers through her honey blond-brown locks, she turned a corner, entering a hallway she wished would be separate from the others. However, she stumbled upon the pair anyways without much sound nor a word. She simply stopped roughly fifty feet away from them, noting the beauty that both possessed. Enchanting in their own rights, but she would not be drawn to them like anyone else would. The Devil blood in her body surged, heating her. The Fallen Angel called to her blood as surely as the half-breed did. However, her face and body depicted no such reactions as she knelt before a blank alter, one meant for the worship of prayer rather than just a singular god. Jack leaped off her shoulder to sit beside her, keeping the other two within view as Switch closed her eyes and let the emotions and scents of the two creatures flow into her. However, they could not diminish the calm and peace and acceptance that emanated from the temple walls and soaked into her skin.