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morguewritesstuff · 2 years ago

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"Welcome..."

Warnings- Religious themes, restraints, small panic attack, mentions of harming animals, referring to character as "it", anxiety, fear

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An unedited one shot with my Ghost (band) oc Elio. There is a drawing after the story! Read below the cut...

“You’re going to be fine.” said the man walking ahead of Elio. They were walking down a hallway inside of the church. This was the first time Elio had been outside of the room they were keeping him in. The church was much bigger than he expected. He didn't remember arriving here, and he definitely didn't remember how big it was. The hallways were lined with paintings of past popes. They passed big doors and small doors. The hallway seemed to go on forever. The doors were made of heavy oak and carved with intricate details. There were tapestries lining the walls, displaying horrific tales of the gods banishing angels to hell. Poor things… Elio thought to himself. He couldn’t help but pity the demons who were once angels. They had experienced the strict rules of heaven and then were sent to hell. Where sin ran amok. It must have been such a shock to see. He would give anything to see it for himself. Well, almost anything.

A pair of nuns walked past them whispering excitedly. They stopped talking abruptly when they saw Elio. They looked at him as though they were glaring into his soul. If he even has one anymore. They continued their whispering once they had passed him. He heard one word, said just loud enough for him to hear.

“Monster.”

He froze momentarily. His heart felt like it had stopped beating. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Is that what he was? A monster? He hadn't been treated as one so far. The archbishop had been very kind to him. He even brought him tea and sat with him while he was sick.

“Don’t pay them any mind.” The man had begun to talk. “There have been all sorts of rumors since your arrival. The siblings are prone to gossiping.”

He turned around and smiled at Elio. He jogged back to where Elio was and began to walk next to him. They walked side by side for a short while. Elio noticed that the archbishop had begun to wring his hands together nervously. He wondered why the other man was nervous. He wasn't the one whose fate was about to be decided.

“Are you ok?” Elios' voice was croaky and thin.

“Yes yes. I’m fine.” The man waved the question away, laughing nervously. He went quiet, leaving Elio to his thoughts.

Shortly after they arrived at a large pair of oak doors. The archbishop stopped in front of them. Elio prepared himself to enter, but the man never opened the door.

“Aren’t we going in?” Elio asked.

“Yes- yes we are just…” he sighed, rubbing his face, “They told me to put these on you.”

Elio paled as the taller man held out a pair of iron shackles. Maybe he really was a monster. If the Popes didn’t trust him enough to leave him unrestrained, then maybe those nuns were right. He didn’t want to wear them. He wasn’t a monster, right? He would never hurt anyone, no matter how hungry he got. But he didn’t have a choice. The Popes didn’t know how harmless he was. He sighed as he acknowledged that he had to do this.

“Front or back?” Elio whispered.

“I’m sorry?” The archbishop asked.

“Do you want my hands in front of me or behind me?” Elio croaked.

“O-oh… I don’t think they care. In front?”

Elio held his hands out trying to stop them from shaking. The iron was cool on his wrists. They clicked as the archbishop locked them around his wrists. They were heavy and smooth. The man stepped back and opened one of the heavy doors, revealing a large room for mass.

Sitting at the pew was a tall man wearing black and green papal robes and skeleton face paint. Papa Emeritus the second… Elio realized, the current pope of the anti church. He looked rather unhappy to be there. Sitting to his right was an older man with black and red papal robes and fading skeleton face paint. And on his left there was an ancient looking man with white and gold papal robes and skeleton face paint. Standing next to the oldest pope was a scowling older woman. She looked the most unhappy to be there. Even more than the black and green Pope.

“Elio Raggi, please step forward.” The Black and green pope demanded.

Elio walked forward cautiously. The archbishop stood back, not walking with him.

“You as well Archbishop Copia. Your statement is required.”

Copia scrambled to walk next to Elio. he gave him an encouraging smile as they walked towards the intimidating popes.

“You turned to the church after being bitten. We gave you shelter. Copia nursed you through your transition from mortal to undead. What shall you do now?”

“I-” Elio gulped, “I have followed the church for a long time. I didn’t know where else to turn. If I were to leave, I wouldn’t know where to go.”

“So you would stay?” The woman chimed in.

“I-If you would have me…”

The pope turned away from Elio, facing Copia.

“Is he stable?”

What the fuck. What does he mean “is he stable?”. Of course I’m stable. I wouldn’t be having this conversation if I weren’t.

“From what I can tell, yes. He has been nothing but kind to me despite what he was going through. He would be a good addition to the church.”

Elio hated how they spoke as if he wasn’t there. The pope turned back to him, his eyes bore a hole through his skull.

“Very well. You will be allowed to join as a Sibling of Sin. Welcome. Copia will help you get the appropriate attire. But first we must assign you jobs. What are you good at?”

“He mentioned an affinity for gardening.” Copia added thoughtfully.

“We already have a gardener.” The pope gestured to the older pope.

“SÌ, but I’m getting old. I could use some help.” The older pope responded.

“Fine, fine, he can work in the garden.” The pope sighed. “Does he have any other skills?”

“I’m good with animals. I’m a vet tech. If you have animals here I can look after them.” Elio looked up with hope. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if he could work with animals.

“Oh yes! He could look after the horses and goats! That would be perfect.” Copia chimed in.

“But would it drain their blood? Would it be able to resist the temptation?” The woman added.

Elio bristled. He would never hurt an animal. They were his life. Just the idea that there are horses and goats in the Abbey made his heart surge. And “it”? She had called him “it”. He was a person. Like them. A messed up one. But a person nonetheless.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t. Right?” Copia iquired.

“Oh no never! I could never hurt an animal. Even in this new state.”

“Very well. Your jobs will be to help Primo with his garden and to care for the Abbeys animals.” The pope at the pew said. “On top of the regular duties of a sibling. If you wish to move up in the ranks then you may attend the daily classes taught by Copia.”

Elio nearly jumped with joy. He allowed himself to smile instead. He beamed, his new fangs on full display. He registered the disgust on the pope's face at his smile. It quickly faded.

“You are dismissed, both of you.” The pope waved them away.

Elio practically skipped to the towering doors. He reserved his excitement for when he was alone and walked quietly to the doors next to Copia. Copia creaked open the doors and shut them behind them.

He held out a small key. The key to the shackles. Elio held his wrists out for Copia, a sheepish smile on his face. Copia took the shackles off of his wrists gently.

“Thank you Father.” Elio said. He meant it. He was grateful for Copia standing up for him.

“Please don’t call me that. You can just call me Copia.” He smiled broadly at Elio. “Welcome to the Church!”

Elio rubbed his wrists where the shackles had begun chafing. He beamed at Copia, not hiding his new fangs this time. Copia smiled back. Elio was glad he didn’t seem to be afraid or disgusted by his fangs.

“Come, come, I will show you to your room.” He took Elio’s arm and led him through the twisting hallways of the abbey. They sped up as they got closer to the church yard, where Elio assumed that Primo Emeritus’ garden was kept. They laughed as they ran. Elio didn’t tire. He felt better than he had for years. They reached an arched doorway that led into the courtyard. Copia ran out into the sun and smiled. He held his hand out for Elio to join him.

Elio smiled and moved to join Copia in the courtyard. He started to walk but hesitated. He started to shake. Tears began forming in his eyes. Copia cocked his head to the side, confused as to why Elio had stopped. His eyes widened when he realized why.

Vampires burn in the sunlight

Elio held his hand up to the sunlight, slowly. He tested the sun, pulling away in fear almost as soon as he put his hand in it. He looked down at his hand, inspecting for burns. When he seemed content that there were none he tried the sun again. At first he let the sun shine on his fingers, then his hand, he flipped his hand so his palm was up. He looked like he was holding the sunlight in the palm of his hand.

He noticed that the sun didn’t burn him, it felt warm. Like the sun is supposed to feel. He smiled and stepped into the sun, allowing it to spill over his face and body. It was warm. He was afraid that he would never feel the warmth of the sun again. He laughed and smiled, tilting his head up to face the midday sun. He closed his eyes and let the sun wash over his face. He just stood there for several moments, face facing the sky and smiling.

He snapped back to reality when he heard Copia chuckle beside him. He looked over at the archbishop who was smiling at him with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

“I never thought I’d see anyone so grateful to be in the sun!” Copia exclaimed between giggles. Elio just beamed at him in response.

“When you think you will never see it again you get pretty grateful.” He chuckled.

Copia nodded thoughtfully. Then, out of the blue he took Elios arm and they began to make their way to the dormitories again.

They slowed when they got to the large building, Copia explained that Siblings of Sin were in and out of the dormitories all day, so it would frighten them to see the two of them running at them. They slunk into the building and passed gossiping nuns. Copia led him to a flight of steps.

“Your room is on the third floor…” He paused. “You don’t mind climbing the stairs do you?”

“Not at all.” Elio responded.

“Great! So I will just show you to your room then. Follow me.” He started to sprint up the stairs but stopped, wheezing at the top of them. Elio walked up the stairs at a normal speed and giggled at Copia’s form, doubled over, gasping for breath.

“Maybe don’t run up the stairs.” He said laughing quietly.

“Good” He took in a breath. “Idea.” He finished.

“Two more flights to go.” The smaller man laughed.

Copia pushed himself up and they began to climb the other flights of stairs, at a more reasonable pace this time. When they arrived at the third floor he noticed a distinct difference between the other floors and this one. It smelled different. They walked into the recreational area and Elio’s suspicions were confirmed; this floor was much different than the others. For one, it was very messy, Siblings of Sin would never leave their living space this messy. Their superiors would hound them for it. Clothes, dishes and blankets were strewn across the entry area. Another difference was the room itself. It had a TV, multiple couches and he saw an offshoot into a kitchen. Siblings all ate together in the dining hall. Something was definitely up.

“I’m sorry…” Copia whispered.

Elio realized where they were. They were in the ghouls dormitories. Copia expected him to live with literal demons from hell rather than humans. How would they treat him? He wasn’t like them. He wasn’t human anymore but he was no demon.

“Papa Emeritus told me to have you stay here. I’m sorry. I told him it was absurd but he wouldn’t listen. I’m sorry. The ghouls are very nice… Are you alright to stay here until I can talk some sense into Papa?” Copia looked sheepish. He clearly felt bad about leaving the vampire here. But Elio was upset. He understood where Copia was coming from, but that didn’t stop him from being peeved.

“I understand Father.” He said through gritted teeth. “I am fine to stay here.”

“Ok.” Copia sighed, relieved.

A ghoul walked into the recreational area as if he had been summoned.He was huge. Bigger than any human he had ever seen. And he radiated heat. Elio could feel it from across the room.

“Oh! Perfect timing. Alpha! Could you please show Brother Elio to his room? He is the new recruit that Papa told you all about.” Copia called out to the ghoul. He said that the ghouls were nice but Elio didn’t fail to notice the tremble in his voice. He was scared of the ghouls. And he expected Elio to live with them!

“Follow me.” The ghoul said.

Copia gave Elio a slight nudge forward to prompt him to walk with the ghoul. Elio ran a little bit to catch up with the ghoul. He turned to catch one last glimpse of Copia before he turned the corner leading to the hall of rooms. Copia gave him a small thumbs up, trying to be encouraging. It didn’t work.

The giant ghoul guided Elio through the hallway, past several doors which Elio assumed inhabited the other ghouls. Finally they came to a door at the end of the hallway.

“This one is yours.” The ghoul, Alpha, said. He opened the door and led Elio inside.

The room was small, with a bed in the corner and a desk on the opposite wall. There was a door at the foot of the bed and a closet next to the desk. The walls were empty and there was a window, with heavy curtains drawn. They had prepared for him. He turned around to thank Alpha, but he had left and had closed the door silently behind him.

Elio sighed and turned his focus to the bed. He hadn’t realized how tired he was. Vampires were nocturnal right? And it was daytime. It’s only reasonable for him to be tired. He kicked his shoes off his feet and dived into the bed. The mattress was soft and the blanket was warm and fluffy. This is exactly what he needed. Almost instantly he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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