In the Name of Sin (APH France x Joan d'Arc)

03: Depravities of a Sin

Footsteps resonated within the marbled mausoleum, a structure hidden amidst the thick and luscious forestry, as a silhouette moved as quiet and elegant as the winds.  The cold and silent woman laid against his arms as they came into a halt in front of a furnished leviathan door.

The wind sang a sorrowful lullaby for him as it unraveled the fiery emotions kept within. Heartbeat syncing with the melodious hymn the nearby riverbanks sang, he caressed the cold features of the woman sleeping soundlessly by his hands. Between them, only scrupulous thoughts hindered him from doing what he has always yearned.

To embrace the silent being before him.

Kicking the door swiftly, the pathways led him to the midst of the mausoleum.  Eyes writhing in lamentations, he laid the woman to rest in a silk enclosed bier, surrounded by white lilacs. Caressing her fair but lifeless face, he let a tear drop from his eyes- whether it was from pity or sadness, he did not know.

"Even if you are forsaken by the world…"

   His hands took her lifeless hand.

"I'll remain by your side."

He kissed her hand as the smell of jasmine water entered his nose. Countless emotion encircling his apparent action, he let the luxury he always yearned to happen. Enveloping her with the warmth he could give, questions ran within his mind. Has he fallen to the despondent?

Whence they were together in the mausoleum, he was slowly smitten over a forbidden requiem- to a passed human.

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Is this true love? Or an enactment of a  abominable sin? Such questions were growing on him.

Has he become numb to the pain of realizations whenever he recalls that the woman- a lover of which he names as- was lying cold and pale before him? No longer breathing? The sweet air, tasteless to him, no longer wrapping against her empty bosom? Was he being selfish, likewise merciless, for not burying the memories and the being of his lover to rest?

Days, months, and years- guilt surrounded him, yet he continued his atrocities.

"I'll never…never abandon you…" the blonde man weeps as he continue to reattach and mend her failing bodice. Hands moving like such profession was his domain, fear unconsciously wrapped around his bodice of a man. Terror danced with his emotions mercilessly as the raging heartbeat within him became a music of Tartarus playing with glee. Nonetheless, nothing- nothing could palliate her. His wails resonated through the wide mausoleum, yet no sweet voice  returned to comfort his lamenting heart.

   He was pitiful.

Tears rolled down to the dress of the sleeping form before him...to Jeanne. The woman forsaken by the world, to be only remembered by a disgusting being like him. Knowing that whatever product he would have would be fruitless, he lost all of his reasons to continue. Kissing her lifeless skin against a linen cloth, he whispered- "I shall leave once more, forgive me…f-forgive me for leaving you again…and again."

Stream of tears rolled upon his maddened eyes, becoming a sheet of fabric covering his features. Unable to bring back the breath of which he took for granted to the woman before him…to his lover, he looked up onto the beautifully painted ceilings. The colorful saturations it had was distinguished against the pale and bland colors by which he entitles as his emotions.

Stepping away from the marbled biers, the clinking sound of his footstep silenced his gasps of crying. His cries were nothing like a sweet melody, it was only a melody for the epitome of fear, distress, and abandonment.

Walking forward without looking at his path, he met the worn wooden doors. Like the mausoleum that stood still for hundreds of years, he was indistinguishable to it. Tired and Exhausted to the brim. Reaching for the leviathan doors leading to the outside world, he looked back to the sole object in the middle of the mausoleum. Pathetically smiling, he touched the wooden frame of the carved door. The silence led him recall of the time where his lover was still alive- smiling for him.