St. Julien le Pauvre

And what book might that be?

Is it the one I think of?

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I highly doubt it, as it is not one that most people would thing of where a priest is concerned.

Of course, you are not most people.

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No, I am not.

Tell me about it.

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It is a story I once told a friend of mine, and he in turn created a book based on what I told him. It is a tale of betrayal and revenge, and what can happen to any man who is consumed by his passions, regardless of what those passions might be.

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He stares at him for a long while before speaking, "What do you know about betrayal?"

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You assume that the story is my own, when it is fact the story of another. Although I too have had experience with betrayal, as have most people, in one fashion or another.

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He shakes his head, "You are the one who is assuming. I merely asked what you knew of betrayal."

"Speaking of betrayal, still having unpure thoughts?" smirks, "Of a certain little thing with the innocence of a child but the body made for pleasure?"

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"We all have impure thoughts. Being a priest does not make me any less human. It is a matter of whether we act upon those thoughts or not that is the most important thing."

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"Act, he won't care. He never did. Would you not want to? To touch that soft skin of hers. To feel her lips upon yours again."

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"Perhaps he doesn't, but the point is not whether he cares or not, but about my own willingness to follow the rules that have been set down by mankind in regards to my chosen profession."

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He snorts, "Rules were meant to be broken, priest." He steps closer, very close.

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Darius resists the urge to back away from him. "No, rules were meant to be followed, and it is the very people who would do harm and break rules that make the creation of rules neccesary in the first place."

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Dracula laughs a little, "So which came first, the breaking of the rules or the rules?"

He reaches up, caressing Darius' cheek. "Wouldn't you want to feel her touch you, Father? Feel her lips against yours again? Feel her body pressing to your with nothing between you but air?"

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Darius knows he is allowing himself to become somewhat flustered by the creature, something he is unaccustomed too, and so he takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down a bit. "What is it that you are after here?"

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He leans in closer, "Why do you deny yourselves these things? Tell me you honestly don't want her. Tell me you don't long to feel her next to. On you. Tell me who made it a rule a priest could not procreate?"

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He takes another deep breath. "Who made the rule does not matter. The fact that I wish to follow it for my own reasons is all that is of concern to me. I do these things because in order to help them, I must follow the rules that they have set forth, otherwise I teach them nothing."

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"They only hear what they want to hear. Learn what they want." He walks around Darius, pressing his body to his back as he whispers in his ear, "Come on, priest, imagine the things she can do to you. If her lips pressed to yours made you feel that way, imagine how much better they will feel elsewhere."

In Darius' mind, he creates the image of Sestra and Darius naked, kissing in a white room, slowly turning red as she moves lower, finding his erection, licking it, nuzzling it, kissing it before parting her lips to suck him down.

"Did he not say, go out and procreate. So you can build his family?"

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Darius closes his eyes for a moment, trying to banish the image from his mind. His voice is slightly shaky as he responds to the question. "I am unable to procreate, so there is no need for me to fulfill that directive."

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"But there is still that need, able to or not. And yet you deny yourself. Tell me how her lips felt against yours. Hmm? Why are you so devoted to one who does not care. Have her. Take her. You want her."

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"Whether I want her or not is beside the point. My choice to follow this edict has nothing to do with my devotion to God. I made an oath to myself, and I will not break it."

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He leans in more, breathing into his ear softly, "Yet." He pulls back and is suddenly before him. "Afterall, you are only human."

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Darius takes a deep breath and then looks at Dracula. "Yes, I am only human. However I have lasted for this long, so I do not think I am any immediate danger of breaking my oath."

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Father Darius? I need to talk to you about something. It's not related to my mother though.

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What is it that I can do for you?

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*glances around* Well, it's not really something I can talk about here. Can I come see you later?

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Of course you may, you are always welcome.

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Thank you. I'll come to see you soon...

And I will set up a post if that's all right. :)

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You are most welcome.

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