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SERAPHINE: CHAPTER 4

ch. 4 - the deputy

MY TAGGED HUMAN: @temyougood

synopsis: surprise Seraphine isn’t the main character (yes she is)

cw: drinking, using God’s name in vain (according to Jerome), the Seed family showing up on TV, US Marshal Burke

Enjoy this kind of normal chapter! They’re not often here!

Isla never knew the word Eden would become nightmare fuel for her. But, thanks to Eden’s Gate and their little group of sadistic siblings, it did. As she sat in the Spread Eagle, she nursed a Heineken, Sharky and Hurk laughing about yet another stupid thing. Nick would usually be the one next to her, but ever since little Carmina was born, he’d been taking care of her, and letting Kim recover. Mary-May stood behind the bartop, wiping down her workstation, since Sharky had spilled yet another beer.

For Christs sake, Sharky, at least try not to-

Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain, Mary-May.

Right, sorry, Pastor.

Isla snorted, hiding her face behind her bottle, and Mary-May glared at her.

Control your gunmen, Dep.

This is the first calm night we’ve had in a while, Mary-May. Let them relax. Plus, it’s not like anyone here hasn’t met these two idiots.

Mary-May rolled her eyes, and looked at the small TV that sat in the corner. For a few weeks, Deputy Isla Cardell had made her home in Fall’s End, sent by U.S Marshal Burke to keep an eye on a religious group beginning to pose a threat to Hope County, Montana. While she’d been there, she was greeted by the warmest welcoming known to man. A firefight! As soon as the helicopter had landed at a pumpkin farm owned by a girl named Rae-Rae, members of Project Eden’s Gate had swarmed her, wanting to send a message from their leader. Joseph Seed. The 24-year old had gotten the message, all right. A message that Joseph Seed’s little band of psychos needed to be either eradicated or arrested. Preferably the second one. Now, she just waited for the Marshal to give her the go ahead on arresting him. However, the Deputy couldn’t stay burrowed in her thoughts for long. Her phone rang, and she let out a curse as she realized who it was. Standing up, she walked out to the porch of the bar, and picked up.

Dutch, what’s goin’ on?

What’s going on is that Eden’s Gate has a new herald. Are you not seeing the TV right now?

I was trying to get drunk, Dutch, not watch whatever bull-

Where are you, the Spread Eagle? Turn on the TV, Deputy.

Isla rolled her eyes, hanging up and walking back in and turning to the TV. Sure enough, on the TV was a dirty blonde haired woman, who looked remarkably like the current Faith. The Father stood at the forefront, Jacob and John next to the girls, and spoke, his voice measured.

I’m pleased to announce that Eden’s Gate has a new family member. God has led her to us after He led her sister, Faith, our way. I believe this addition will help us all duly prepare for the Collapse. So, everyone, let’s all welcome Seraphine Seed with open arms, as God has welcomed you all.

After he finished his speech, he moved to the side, the camera panning to the woman. A bright red LUST was carved into her chest, and her eyes appeared empty as she attempted a smile. Mary-May covered her open mouth with a shaky hand.

Good Lord, that’s-

Oh my goodness.

Isla looked at the pastor and bar owner, confused and worried.

I don’t understand, who is she?

Mary-May looked at her, and sighed.

Faith’s sister. Tracy, Sheriff Whitehorse’s assistant, went to school with the two of them. Apparently, Seraphine almost killed a girl once. The two of ‘em had a rough childhood. If we didn’t already have enough problems, now we have her.

Isla looked at the TV again, and then to the rest of the bar. Sharky and Hurk had gone quiet (a rare event), and Rae-Rae was petting Boomer, her eyes filled with worry.

I should get home, Mary-May. Knowin’ she’s got some sort of power… you’ve heard the stories. I can’t risk it.

Mary-May nodded, and stood up.

I’ll walk you to your car, Rae.

She said, and the two left, Boomer trailing after them. Sharky, on the other hand, shook his head, and took another sip of his beer.

Well, looks like we’re screwed. I’m gonna go home, have some fun with my flamethrower before I can’t anymore.

He patted Hurk on the back, who shook his head, mumbling grievances under his breath. Pastor Jerome tsked, and shook his head, massaging his temples.

I should get to the church. A lot of people are going to want to find some sort of hope now.

Isla nodded, and watched him go. After a moment, she dialed the Marshal’s number.

Hello?

Burke, it’s me.

Yeah, I know, I have your contact.

Cut the crap, Burke. What’s the hold up on getting a warrant for these guys?

It’s called the American justice system.

Well, I don’t think we have time for it anymore.

And why’s that?

Eden’s Gate has a new herald. And, well, the locals are terrified.

They were terrified when the brothers started buying up land. I’m sure it’s fine.

You don’t understand. Apparently, this new one almost killed someone when she was younger. And clearly, it was bad enough that she has all the locals- Sharky, Jerome, Mary-May, you name it, scared out of their minds now that she has power. So either you get a warrant, or I’m doing this myself.

Do what yourself?

Eradicating them.

So, committing genocide?

I would only kill the main guys. Not any of the members. Unless they got in my way.

The line went quiet for a minute, and Isla checked her phone to see if it hadn’t died, until she heard Burke sigh from the other end.

Let me see what I can do, Dep. Until then, don’t do anything. That’s an order.

Isla held back a roll of her eyes as she huffed, looking at the ground.

Copy that.

She said reluctantly, and the line went dead.

The next two days went by quickly. There were no new disappearances, but tensions ran high, especially on patrols in the Henbane. What used to feel like joyrides now felt like torture. As she was parked on an outlook, Isla leaned on her car, smoking a cigarette and staring off into the distance. A Clutch Nixon memorial was on the other side, fireworks spurting out of the sides. For a random stuntman from before her time, Hope County residents sure did love him. And by Hope County residents, she meant Sharky and Hurk. As Sharky sat in the green Mustang Isla had the honor of driving, he whistled to her after a moment.

Yo, Dep! The po-po are hittin’ you up!

Sharky called, and Isla turned to him, walking to the passenger door and grabbing her phone from him.

Thanks, buddy.

She sighed, and looked at the number.

SCUMBAG (BURKE)

Rolling her eyes, she nodded at Sharky, before walking to the other side of the outlook, picking up the call.

I hope you’re calling with news I want to hear.

I am, Deputy. Just got the warrant today. I’m gonna go pick up the Sheriff, and his other deputies, and then we’ll head to you.

Not to the safe house, Burke.

Why not?

Because if a chopper full of cops shows up to the very place I’ve been hiding in, it won’t be a very safe house anymore.

So where do you want us to pick you up?

I’ll send you a location, Burke. What time should you be arriving?

Probably around 6 or 7 tonight.

Alright, I’ll get you your location at around 5 latest.

Great.

Wonderful.

At Isla’s biting tone, Burke sighed and hung up. Rolling her eyes, she walked back to the car, getting in the driver's seat. Smacking Sharky’s legs, she side-eyed him, before pulling out onto the road.

Aw, come on, Dep. Why can’t I have my feet up?

Because knowing you, those shoes have been in a variety of substances. I’d prefer to keep this car clean, please.

I cleaned ‘em this morning!

Sure. I don’t think you want to lie to cops, Sharky.

Sharky went quiet, and huffed, crossing his arms as he finally put his feet down.

So, did the po-po finally decide to help us out?

Burke? Yeah, and it’s about time. Been here for nearly a month and for some reason, it’s taken him that long to get a stupid warrant.

She sighed, one hand out of the window, holding her cigarette.

If all goes well, Sharky, today might be the last time we see each other.

She added quietly, and Sharky looked at her.

Why’s that?

Sharky, I have a life outside of surveillance in a small town in a random part of Montana. I have a daughter, and y’know, being a Deputy isn’t just about driving around the County for hours a day.

You have a kid?

Yeah. I told you that, didn’t I?

Nope.

Isla looked at him in disbelief. He looked back at her, expression innocent.

Oh. Well, yeah. I have a two-year old back home in Austin. She’s staying with my mom while I’m here.

That’s nice.

As the two pulled into the driveway for the Spread Eagle, Sharky sighed, and hopped out before the car had come to a full stop, Isla opening her mouth to say something, and then closed it again. The two walked into the bar, and Isla sidled into her usual barstool, waving to Mary-May.

Your usual?

Yep.

Mary-May nodded, the shotgun on her back clacking as she grabbed a Heineken for Isla. As she cracked the top open, she looked around her. The bar was emptier tonight, with Sharky annoying Dennis at the Arcade Machine (as per usual), and Grace sipping a glass of whiskey near the TV.

So, how'd the patrol go today? In the Henbane?

Eh, it was normal. Well, as normal as it can be.

I’m surprised.

So am I, Mary-May. So am I.

Well, you seem down. And by that, I mean more than usual.

It’s nothing.

Come on, spill.

Fine. It’s just… it’s sinking in that this might be my last night in Hope County.

You got the warrant?!

Burke is on the way, I’m pretty sure. Speaking of, I need to tell him where to pick me up. ‘Scuse me.

Isla stood up, and Mary-May scoffed, the deputy walking outside and sending Burke the coordinates of the Spread Eagle.

Got your coordinates: (45.6573568, -111.8959575) — Tell me when you’re near. Don’t want to spend too much time with the chopper and get Fall’s End on these psychos radar.

About time, Deputy. Was starting to get worried. We’ll pick you up in 15.

Isla sent a thumbs up emoji, and went back inside the bar, downing the rest of her beer and sighing, placing a twenty dollar bill on the bartop.

So, I’m guessing you’ll be heading to Joseph’s compound?

Mary-May leaned on the bar, and Isla scoffed.

Unfortunately, but fortunately, yes. Any advice?

Yeah. Don’t tick off any of his followers.

Mary-May, you know I did that when I first got here.

You’re right about that, Dep. You’re right about that.

Isla looked at the 25 year old, and smiled, holding her hand out for a handshake. Mary-May took it.

Listen, if this is the last time we see each other, it’s been nice to know you.

Yeah, yeah, Dep. Make sure to come and visit us once in a while.

Maybe after a long vacation and time with my kiddo.

I’ll take it.

Mary-May took her hand away, and Isla stood up, going to say goodbye to Jerome, and then leaving the bar. Going to the garage, she took one last look at the legendary Widowmaker, Mary-May’s late father’s pride and joy, and waited to be picked up.

She wouldn’t end up waiting long, and Burke hurried her into her helicopter. Buckling herself in, She put on a set of headphones, listening into the conversation.

I still think this is a bad decision.

You and me both, Pratt. But our friends here don’t think so.

Woah, woah, woah. Don’t bring me into this, Whitehorse. I’m the one who proposed the idea of erasing them, instead of arresting them.

You should listen to the Deputy, Burke.

Which one? There’s three.

The one that’s not in the front.

Isla rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms, and Burke shrugged, trying to get under her skin. Finally, the five neared the compound, and Isla let out a low whistle, seeing the arsenal they had.

This is a lot worse than I’ve seen.

She said quietly, and Burke looked at her.

What, a couple bonfires?

Those are flamethrowers, Burke. And you can see from here that there’s not one person who’s unarmed.

Burke scoffed, and tilted his head.

Are you scared, Deputy?

Aren’t you?

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aj0elap0l0gist · 4 days ago

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guys I got bored and used my eyeliner to draw one of Seraphine sins on myself am I cooked

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aj0elap0l0gist · 4 days ago

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SERAPHINE: CH.3

I’m sooo sorry I got swamped yesterday so our streak is broken 💔💔💔

MY BEAUTIFUL TAGGED HUMAN: @temyougood

synopsis: back to John’s bunker we go!

a/n: this one is lowkey super short and I feel like it’s rushed but we bool!

ch. 3 - sins: part 2

cw: torture, angst, lots of blood mentions, slight gore, more God talk with a healthy dosage of religious inaccuracies, knives, canon-typical violence

Please read at your own risk.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP!

Seraphine screamed from inside the soundproof chamber, her mind swirling with dizziness from the pain. Jacob held her arms down, and Faith kept her legs down as John carved WRATH into her lower stomach. The glaringly red GREED etched into her arm didn’t exactly help either, the wound practically gushing with blood. The pain was unbearable, even more so than the first time. Maybe it was the previous vulnerability she had felt while mutialting Alexandria’s body, but something had made her far more vocal during the torture confession that Joseph had made her do. Joseph watched from the outside, his eyes blazing with curiosity and almost… awe. It had taken over a month to see her vocally convey any emotion. But to break her like this? To break Seraphine down until she was practically a blob of clay, able to be molded into what exactly he wanted? It was… miraculous.

To be free of sin… is such a wonderful feeling. You’ll understand when this is over, Seraphine. You’ll see. God wouldn’t have allowed you to release this feeling if he didn’t want you to experience being one of his children.

John preached as he carved, keeping her hips down as she sobbed for help.

You see, we thought we’d gotten all of the sin out of you, but look at that. God told us that we were wrong. You just needed a little push to show us the rest that hid inside you.

John added, and finished the H, stepping back. Slowly, Faith released her legs, and Jacob took a step back, sighing as he released her arms.. Faith hurried to her side, brushing her hair out of her face. Blood was still on her, both hers, and Alexandria’s, and Faith took a towel to carefully clean it off of her face.

Don’t you feel better, Seraphine? Like you’re free?

She asked, and Seraphine looked up at her younger sister blankly. Her bottom lip quivered, and after a moment, she nodded, the movement almost imperceptible. Jacob and John watched from the other side of the room, though John had begun to clean his knives. Jacob, his arms crossed, looked at Seraphine, almost… proud, in a way.

Seraphine’s body ached, and burned, all at the same time. After a while of lying on the metal table, she sat up, her core hissing with pain almost instantly. She went up to the window again, as she’d done her first confession, and showed the Father her sins, which he examined and eventually nodded at, satisfied. Breathing shallowly, she walked out of the chamber after John had given her permission, and followed Faith to her van after saying goodbye to the other Heralds. Expression crestfallen, she sat in the backseat next to her sister, who was twiddling with the thread that connected the fake flowers to her dress. The car ride was quiet for the longest time, the reinterpretation of John’s choir music playing low in the background. As one of Faith’s angels drove the two to Faith’s bunker, Faith looked like she wanted to say something yet was tentative. Finally, she spit it out.

Do you truly believe in the Father, Seraphine?

She asked, her voice small. Seraphine looked up, and then at her younger sister.

Of course I do.

She said, though she thought about it for a moment. Did she? When she first joined Eden’s Gate, she’d done it to keep an eye on Faith. It’s why she was still a part of it. But what if that wasn’t the only reason? What it felt like was that she was still a part of Eden’s Gate not only because of Faith… but because maybe Jacob was right. He was right about Alexandria, wasn’t he? She was a traitor, and someone who only pretended to care. If Jacob was right.. then maybe Joseph was too. Faith looked at her for a moment, and then back at her dress.

I hope you’re not lying just to make me feel good. If you don’t, it’s okay. I’ll make sure that the Father doesn’t punish you. I just…

She trailed off, and Seraphine looked at her.

Faith, I wouldn’t lie to you.

She said, her voice firm, and Faith nodded.

Okay.

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aj0elap0l0gist · 4 days ago

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@temyougood @likesomeoneinlovee @heavens-whore @powderpetal

I HAVE SO MANY MORE BUT I CANT REMEMBER 💔💔💔

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(People you tag have to reblog and say their favorite moots)

Okay wait

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aj0elap0l0gist · 4 days ago

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AHHHHH OMG TY DIVAAAA THIS MADE MY DAY ❤️

SERAPHINE : CHAPTER 1

surprise motherfuckers /affectionate

this lowkey might flop but here we go!

synopsis: my oc gets sins carved into her. That’s it.

my super duper special happy tag of the day: @temyougood

ch. 1 - sins

cw: slight gore, torture, blood, carving skin with a knife, religion inaccuracies, angst, brainwashing (kind of not really), canon-typical violence

Please read at your own risk.

Haven’t I given enough?

Seraphine’s head dipped low as she sat in the seat John had tied her up in. Holding in sobs, the pain in her chest felt unbearable. The tears stung the corners of her eyes, and she took deep breaths, the herald looking at her, almost sympathetically. But they both knew his look was a facade. The man was a sadist, through and through. Instead of doing his usual tattoos that marked one’s sins, he decided to carve the word into her skin, making it a permanent mark for her. Seraphine hadn’t even wanted to join Eden’s Gate. She didn’t believe in all of the Collapse crap. And the God she believed in didn’t exactly let the devil incarnate to dictate what was and wasn’t someone’s sin. She’d just done this all to make sure her sister didn’t die from the amount of drugs she’d been ingesting lately. As the blood dripped from her slashes, John walked forward, lifting her head gently, yet firmly.

Don’t you feel like you have a weight off of you? One that you don’t have to carry alone anymore, because He has called you one of his own once more?

Seraphine hesitated, before nodding ever so slightly. John tilted his head, and tsked after a moment, looking to the window where Faith, Jacob, and Joseph were watching.

Your sister is resilient, Faith. But it seems that has grown into pride as well. And I think we all know that pride… pride is a sin.

John walked to the window, where Faith was watching, her expression a show of intrigue. Seraphine’s head had turned, watching her sister, who was so deeply invested in this show of humiliation and pain. He turned back to Seraphine, who had sat up straighter, the LUST he’d etched into her skin glaringly red. He strode toward her after a moment, untying one of her arms, and pulling over a small table. Laying her arm on it, she held back a whimper as he pressed the blade to the crease of her elbow. Tracing over the skin gently, he thought of the path that he would take the blade on, and after he looked at her, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, he sunk the tip of the blade into her skin, a droplet of blood oozing out. Wincing, she held back a scream as he slowly carved the word PRIDE into her elbow. The pain was searing, as if someone had dragged a burning coal along her skin. As he finalized the E on her skin, he stood up, and grabbed the small cloth he had, cleaning the blood on his dagger.

You see, to be free of sin is to be free of pain. To be free of suffering, and sadness. You’re learning these things, so you could devote your life to God. Because ultimately, it’s Him that will save you when the Collapse happens. Not your friends. Not politicians. God.

John sighed after a moment, and Seraphine nodded slowly, looking up at him, her cheeks tear-stained. He smiled softly, and bowed his head.

You’re learning. Far quicker than the rest of the sinners who make their home here in Hope County. You and your sister are alike in that manner. Go on, go show the Father how you’ve confessed.

John untied the rest of her binds, and Seraphine stood up, her arm extended and her face pale and sweaty. Walking to the window, she pulled the collar of her shirt down, and revealed the marking on her chest, and outstretched her arm to show Joseph the sins etched on her. Pride and Lust. As Joseph’s eyes dragged over the bloodied wounds, Faith smiled softly at Seraphine. Seraphine’s expression, however, was one of suppressed pain and frustration. Cheeks flushed, she yanked her sleeve down once Joseph nodded, and Jacob stared at her darkly. John’s hands traveled over her shoulders, squeezing gently as he stared at his older brothers.

You’ve confessed your sins, Seraphine. But there’s still one more step. Training. See, what if these aren’t your only sins, and you betray us? We need a way to keep track of you, especially during this… “trial period”. That’s where my wonderful older brother, Jacob, comes in. He’s going to train you so that you learn that you can’t betray us without a punishment.

John whispered into her ear, Seraphine’s eyes traveling to the ginger brother. John pointed to the small wooden music box Jacob had in his hands.

You’ll become pretty familiar with that pretty quickly. I’m certain of it.

At that, he let go of Seraphine’s shoulders, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. Joseph turned away, and Faith beckoned Seraphine over with her hand, silent. Quickly, Seraphine walked out of the dimly lit “confession chamber” and into the hall, Faith embracing her.

You see, it wasn’t so bad!

Faith said comfortingly, but Seraphine glared at her instead.

Are you kidding me, Rachel-

It’s Faith, Seraphine.

Faith said sternly, and Seraphine blinked, not used to the strong tone.

If it wasn’t so bad, Faith, then what sin did you get carved into your skin?

Instead of telling her, Faith lifted the sleeve of her white dress, the word SLOTH printed in tattoo ink. Seraphine looked at her, and her eyes darkened.

This is a tattoo, Faith. Not a carving.

Oh, John changed his method of confession a little bit ago. He believes, and so does the Father, that this more… agressive method is better for truly seeing people’s sins.

Seraphine looked at Faith, her expression seemingly betrayed.

You told me that-

I told you that you would confess your sins. We’ve all committed them. But the only way to get to Heaven is to acknowledge them, and atone for them.

Seraphine pushed away from Faith, taking a step back as she pulled her jacket on, her boots clicking on the steel ground.

You are so lucky that I don’t want to be punished, or whatever John was saying.

She hissed, and walked away, to the stairs.

However, she didn’t get up many flights. As she stormed up, she heard a low whistle, as if calling for a dog’s attention. Tensing, she turned around, only to find Jacob leaning against a railing.

You can’t just leave and go back home after a confession, little lamb.

Jacob said calmly, and Seraphine narrowed her eyes, before taking a breath and remembering any of the brothers could snap her neck and have nothing come to them for it.

And why’s that?

Well, you heard John. You have to do your training. That means coming with me up to the Whitetail Mountains. After that, and that’s if you pass your trials and your test, you can go and stay with your sister as a new herald in the Henbane River.

Training starts immediately?

Of course.

Well, when do we leave?

Jacob sighed, and took a step toward her, crossing his arms.

Why are you always in a rush? When you first came here to confess, you said “let’s just get this over with” and now, you rush to leave. Does this place scare you?

Of course not.

Then what does?

That shut Seraphine up. She shut her mouth, her jaw tensing, and she blinked, looking away.

Is telling you an order?

She asked, and Jacob scoffed.

Well, now it is.

Fine. I’m scared of one thing. And that’s… that’s my family dying. But it’s not just Faith that’s my family. My best friend, Alexandria. I can’t lose her, as much as I can’t lose Faith.

Jacob examined her closely, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

Thank you for sharing that, lamb.

He spoke softly, and Seraphine nodded, silent.

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aj0elap0l0gist · 6 days ago

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I CACKLED FOR FIVE MINJTES

This is what Nick Rye would show Carmina at like 6 minutes old 😙

#nick rye #carmina rye #far cry 5 #Kim come get this dumbass

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aj0elap0l0gist · 6 days ago

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SERAPHINE: CH.2

synopsis: the warnings lowk give it away but think of taskmasters death in thunderbolts, but make it Seraphine.

MY SILLY BILLY TAG SECTION: @temyougood

a/n: so someone played only you in the same room I was in and a shock of legit fear went through my heart. I’m not kidding. Anyways enjoy!!!

ch. 2 - wrath

cw: brainwashing, gore, murder, blood, emotional manipulation, low self esteem (kind of), guns, death of a teen, religious inaccuracies (again), canon-typical violence, overkill, angst

Please read at your own risk.

The romantic melody of Only You by the Platters blasted over the speakers, and Seraphine saw red almost instantly. For the past month, she’d been conditioned with the song, and completed trials that effectively eliminated members of the small groups that threatened Project Eden’s Gate. As Seraphine shot through the Veterans Center, leaving bodies as a bloody trail behind her, she rushed into the downstairs area. The sound of gunshots had become usual to her. What she used to hear only rarely when she threatened the people who hurt her sister, it had become almost comforting, in a way. As she shot each person who was in her way, she felt relieved as she realized it was almost over. She didn’t know how many trials Jacob would put her through, but Seraphine wondered if her performance was satisfactory. As she ran into the last room, she shot the single target that stood down the hall. Before she could stop herself, she saw the bullet whiz toward- wait- no. Oh, god, no. Instead of a mannequin, a woman with golden locks that were pulled back in a messy ponytail and a fiery look that blazed in her green eyes stood before her, hand on her holster. Alexandria Smith. As soon as she pulled the trigger, and the look of fear and helplessness filled Alexandria’s eyes, Seraphine felt as if she’d been gut-punched, the air leaving her in an instant. Tears began to fill her eyes, and she slowly lowered the gun.

No. No, no, no what have I done?

She felt as if she couldn’t move, her legs feeling as if they’d been cemented into the floor. She reached toward her best friend, but before she could reach her, A hand gripped her wrist. She turned to see who’d grabbed her, and her eyes widened as his face came into the light of the room.

Well, you’ve done a fantastic job, little lamb. Truly.

Jacob’s eyes were locked on Seraphine, and a small smile graced his expression.

You passed your test. That you would… terminate… your closest friends for the fate of the family.

She didn’t do anything wrong-

She must’ve forgotten to tell you that she joined the Resistance that is attempting to take this entire operation down, little lamb.

Seraphine’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes darted to Alexandria’s body, which was slowly sinking to the ground, lifeless.

She never cared about you, Seraphine. Clearly not enough if she wished to lie to you with something so severe.

Jacob cooed into her ear, and Seraphine shut her eyes, her fists clenching at her side. That small, whispering voice that had convinced her for years that Alexandria was just like them, just like the rest of those godforsaken citizens of Hope County was right. It was always.. always… right. After a moment, she opened her eyes, and raised her gun again. She shot Alexandria’s already lifeless body two more times, blood splashing onto her face. Then Jacob disappeared, and Alexandria’s body fell to the ground, much quicker than before. The red tint around her eyes faded, and before she knew what was happening, Seraphine was being stared at by Alexandria’s younger, 14 year old brother, Michael.

What did you do?

His voice quivered, and he slowly stepped back, fearful. His eyes darted from his sister's body and then back to Seraphine’s, who looked at him blankly.

I learned the truth.

She spoke, her tone betrayed and empty, and aimed her gun at him, the sound of a gunshot echoing throughout the small bungalow.

As the room quieted, she looked down at the bodies in front of her, and at the blood that had stained Alexandria’s hair, pooling around her. Her boots had spots of blood on them, the black leather looking maroon. She looked at the fireplace, where there was a photo of Seraphine and Alexandria framed on top of it. That day was one of her favorites. Until it wasn’t. Snatching the frame off of the threshold, she looked at it for a moment, before she threw it across the room, the glass shattering. Glass scattered around the room, small shards gathering at the base of the wall.

I hate you.

She mumbled to no-one in particular. Crouching to the ground, she wrapped her arms around herself, her head to her knees.

They all leave. They all betray us. It’s all of their fault. She was just another example of that.

The small, lingering voice in her head grew louder, and Seraphine gripped her hair, shutting her eyes.

It’s like she blacked out. One minute, she was cradling herself in the blood-covered bungalow living room, and the next, Joseph was peeling Seraphine off of Alexandria’s body, a machete lodged into her mutilated form.

My child, Seraphine, do not let Wrath consume you.

He practically pleaded, though his tone was empty. Seraphine let herself be pulled away, her appearance similar to that of Carrie. Her expression was blank, tears marking a path down her bloodied face, and Joseph’s eyes went from sympathetic to dark, as if he’d made a realization. A realization that Jacob had unlocked something that had been buried deep into Seraphine’s soul. Wrath had already consumed her. Sadism had already made its home in her heart. They had just dimmed while Alexandria was alive. Joseph turned to one of his members, telling him to retrieve a radio for him to contact John. Standing up, Joseph strode to another room, as Seraphine sat against the wall, unblinking. For a while, she stared at her scarlet hands, blood caked into her fingernails. Her eyes darted to the two members who stood at the door, and then back to the bodies. If Seraphine hadn’t known Alexandria personally, she only would have recognized her body by her signature blonde curls.

After a moment, she stood up, her legs wobbly and her knees scratched from the old wooden floors. She took a breath, and walked to where Joseph was, in the kitchen, standing in the doorway. From there, she only heard a few words.

Get the Bunker open… Seraphine… confess her sins… Wrath… consumed her.

She cleared her throat, her demeanor tense and nervous around the Father as he spun to face her.

My child. Are you.. feeling better?

He asked softly, and Seraphine nodded. After a moment, he sighed, taking a step toward her and gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

My child, you understand that… Wrath has coiled its snake-like self inside of you… and that means that we must pull it out.

He said, the implication clear. She was going to another confession, and she didn’t have a choice. She dipped her head, and held back tears.

I’m sorry-

Joseph pulled her chin up to face him directly, and shook his head.

There is no need to apologize, my child. God is helping you, by revealing these sins and allowing us to help you acknowledge them.

He murmured, and Seraphine nodded. Blood stained the Father’s palms, and he pulled away, the sticky red liquid quickly drying on him.

Go on, go to the truck. We’ll go to John’s together.

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aj0elap0l0gist · 7 days ago

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SERAPHINE : CHAPTER 1

surprise motherfuckers /affectionate

this lowkey might flop but here we go!

synopsis: my oc gets sins carved into her. That’s it.

my super duper special happy tag of the day: @temyougood

ch. 1 - sins

cw: slight gore, torture, blood, carving skin with a knife, religion inaccuracies, angst, brainwashing (kind of not really), canon-typical violence

Please read at your own risk.

Haven’t I given enough?

Don’t you feel like you have a weight off of you? One that you don’t have to carry alone anymore, because He has called you one of his own once more?

Seraphine hesitated, before nodding ever so slightly. John tilted his head, and tsked after a moment, looking to the window where Faith, Jacob, and Joseph were watching.

Your sister is resilient, Faith. But it seems that has grown into pride as well. And I think we all know that pride… pride is a sin.

John sighed after a moment, and Seraphine nodded slowly, looking up at him, her cheeks tear-stained. He smiled softly, and bowed his head.

You’re learning. Far quicker than the rest of the sinners who make their home here in Hope County. You and your sister are alike in that manner. Go on, go show the Father how you’ve confessed.

John whispered into her ear, Seraphine’s eyes traveling to the ginger brother. John pointed to the small wooden music box Jacob had in his hands.

You’ll become pretty familiar with that pretty quickly. I’m certain of it.

You see, it wasn’t so bad!

Faith said comfortingly, but Seraphine glared at her instead.

Are you kidding me, Rachel-

It’s Faith, Seraphine.

Faith said sternly, and Seraphine blinked, not used to the strong tone.

If it wasn’t so bad, Faith, then what sin did you get carved into your skin?

Instead of telling her, Faith lifted the sleeve of her white dress, the word SLOTH printed in tattoo ink. Seraphine looked at her, and her eyes darkened.

This is a tattoo, Faith. Not a carving.

Oh, John changed his method of confession a little bit ago. He believes, and so does the Father, that this more… agressive method is better for truly seeing people’s sins.

Seraphine looked at Faith, her expression seemingly betrayed.

You told me that-

I told you that you would confess your sins. We’ve all committed them. But the only way to get to Heaven is to acknowledge them, and atone for them.

Seraphine pushed away from Faith, taking a step back as she pulled her jacket on, her boots clicking on the steel ground.

You are so lucky that I don’t want to be punished, or whatever John was saying.

She hissed, and walked away, to the stairs.

However, she didn’t get up many flights. As she stormed up, she heard a low whistle, as if calling for a dog’s attention. Tensing, she turned around, only to find Jacob leaning against a railing.

You can’t just leave and go back home after a confession, little lamb.

Jacob said calmly, and Seraphine narrowed her eyes, before taking a breath and remembering any of the brothers could snap her neck and have nothing come to them for it.

And why’s that?

Training starts immediately?

Of course.

Well, when do we leave?

Jacob sighed, and took a step toward her, crossing his arms.

Why are you always in a rush? When you first came here to confess, you said “let’s just get this over with” and now, you rush to leave. Does this place scare you?

Of course not.

Then what does?

That shut Seraphine up. She shut her mouth, her jaw tensing, and she blinked, looking away.

Is telling you an order?

She asked, and Jacob scoffed.

Well, now it is.

Jacob examined her closely, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

Thank you for sharing that, lamb.

He spoke softly, and Seraphine nodded, silent.

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