Copia & Papa Emeritus IV Shorts

Ritual (Chapter1)

( Copia is not the nice and funny guy here...if you don't like that better don't read it !!!)

The room is dimly lighted with candles. Heavenly and hellish landscapes are depicted in large stained glass windows. A stone altar stands in the center, surrounded by candles. A tall man with an intense gaze of one green and one white eye stands in front of the altar. His face is painted in the shape of a skull, and his hair is slicked back. He wears papal robes adorned with skulls, inverted crosses, and jewels. Leather gloves, one holding a crucifix, cover his hands. "Welcome," he said.

You stepped into the church, your cloak draped over your shoulders, the hood of it hiding your face, just as they had told you. You stopped in front of him and looked down.

He looks at you, slowly, from top to bottom. His gaze is unwavering, almost as if he is trying to see through you. There is a slight smile on his face. "How do you greet your Papa? Without showing your face?" Every word he speaks has a purpose, an authority. He takes a step forward.

You pull your hood back and look down.

Papa takes another step towards you. Now he's standing right in front of you. He is several inches taller than you, towering over you. He looks down at you as he speaks. "Raise your chin. Look into my eyes, sister."

Without saying a word, you do as he says and look at him.

He looks into your eyes as he says, "Much better. I want to see who I'm talking to. He's so close you can smell his scent. Dark, earthy, almost burning. His eyes roam over your features. He grabs your chin gently and tilts your head slightly from side to side, his thumb just under your lip.

you tried to stay strong. actually you didn't want to. you didn't want to be here...even though your heart always beated for copia and you had a secret crush on him. you had imagined everything a little differently...he looked at you like an object...and that broke your heart.

Papa notices your attitude, how uncomfortable you are. He smiles. "I can see how insecure you are, sister. Tell me, how did you imagine our meeting?" He lets go of your chin and takes a step back, his eyes scanning your chest and lower body.

You knew you couldn't avoid his gaze, so you looked into the space between his eyes as you answered: "I had no idea, Papa. I was told to come here .... to receive your child!" Your voice was strong even though you were breaking down inside.

He smiled. "Ah, so you know your purpose here. Good. Although..." he walks slowly around you. "I sense there is something else in your words." He stops behind you and puts both hands on your shoulders. He leans in, his breath hot on your neck as he speaks. "I can feel the fear emanating from you. Something is wrong. I doubt you're as ready as you sound to give yourself to me."

you felt his breath on the back of your neck and closed your eyes. you couldn't tell him the truth...you couldn't tell him that you had been in love with him for a long time. he wouldn't understand. he wouldn't care.

"It's nothing, Papa. I'm just here to serve you," was all you could get out.

Papa put his hands on your hips and slowly squeezed them tighter. "You're a terrible liar, my love." His body is suddenly against yours, his chest against your back. His touch is firm, holding you in place. "I can tell there's something you're not telling me. Don't you trust your Papa?"

You swallow hard. "Yes, I trust you, but my feelings have no place here, do they? it's not about me!" you said, feeling the pain your own words were causing you.