“I wondered when you would come crawling back.” The Hell-Priest sneered, looking down his nose to the wretch he’d once been on a date with; somewhat bitter that she hadn’t come back to him sooner.
“I need you,” she whispered, almost ashamed to admit it; that he had been on her mind all the while she had been flitting off with others. Passed all level of simple desires for the Cenobite.
“Need?” The Hell-Priest questioned with a slightly raised brow, it wasn’t usually need that brought lost souls to his door. Perversion, desires and a gross misjudgement certainly; but not often need.
“Somewhere to belong,” Jenn elaborated further, sinking to her knees before him, wrapping herself in his radiant shadows. “When we were on our date,” she continued, “You told me of your order and I could feel your pride, your companions, your family,” she looked to him wistfully; ever the dreamer. “I’ve never felt that. Like I’ve someone looking out for me, protecting me.”
There wasn’t much that took the Cenobite breath away, but the sincerity in her fleeting words rendered him speechless for a moment. “You, do know what this entails?” He asked her – thinking her innocent reasonings for needing to be by his side might have fallen short of her day-dream nature.
She nodded her accord.
“I need your protection,” she sighed looking up to him with absolute reverence.
The Hell-Priest spread his arms behind her, “Then we shall begin,” he smiled smugly, bringing someone into Leviathans fold had never been so easy and she had all the potential in the world to be so beautiful.
A little something of Jenn and Pinhead.