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Julian can feel the itching all underneath his skin. The urge, the sheer desperation filling him to simply gaze upon you again.
His mind is elsewhere as he listens to this woman's confession in the catholic chamber, her cries falling on deaf ears. He flips a page in the bible, reads a transcript he knows by heart, his voice cold and monotone.
His mind? Remains filled with images of you.
He wanted to worship you. To taste you. The ultimate sin.
He knew he would need ten lashes tonight to repent for the image of you in his mind, crying out his name.
The betrayal and guilt eats at him. You were proclaimed by his head priest to be a temptation, a devil in human flesh that needed to be exorcised...that came here to corrupt him. Julian. And yet when he looks at you, all he could see was the Angel he first thought you were. But devils were liars...weren't they?
The confession ends and he monotonously goes about his evening until at last he can see you again. He makes a meager meal for you, heading downstairs to your cell, your cage, your chamber. And he enters.
He sees his angel lying there on the exorcism rack, exhausted and bruised. He cannot help but to hover over you, his mouth going dry. "My angel," He whispers, before he remembers himself.
His expression fades to nothing, his voice becoming monotone. With coldness and disdain, he wakes you with a nudge. "Food," He says simply, "Eat. Now." He holds the bread to your lips.
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