“I lift his chin and gaze into his face, so darkly beautiful, and I lower my mouth to his without a word... Sometimes, there is no need for words. It is not a romantic kiss, but a reassuring one. "You need to let me go, Brian..." "And you, I, Matthias," he says sadly, as I lift my head, and gaze into the eyes of Timothy, my husband, who has silently approached us on foot, sword drawn. As I have just stated, sometimes words are unnecessary. Timothy looks as if the weight of the entire world has fallen upon him. His eyes are wide and solemn, his face, gaunt. One solitary tear trickles down his cheek. His wings drag on the ground, the feathers filthy and dark with mud. "Matthias, how could you?!" he whispers huskily. "You...of all people...betray me, with a...with a kiss?" I open my mouth to protest, but no words emerge. Indeed, what can I say?” BetrayalBrianJudasMatthiasTimothySouthern Cross Book:Southern Cross Source: Southern Cross
“They arrested Matthias and me, and beat me within an inch of my immortal life. I was beyond pain...my poor body was a prison cell. Strips of flesh hung from my scourged back like macabre party favors, and Ville, one of Hana's henchmen, took great delight in rubbing salt into my wounds. What hurt the most were his words... Murderer. Liar. Faggot. Whore. Blasphemer. He took his pleasure from hurting me, and my screams were orgasmic to him. A crown of thorns was placed upon my head, and I bled as the briars pierced my flesh...I was starved, and I couldn't think straight. The morning before my crucifixion, I had no food or water. Ville beat me within an inch of my life, and his ring cut my face. I begged him to stop, and he spit on me... All because I dared to declare myself the Son of God. I prayed to Benediction to let Matthias remember his promise...I was so afraid of suffering...but Matty had been steadfast and true. He had given me the wine laced with belladonna, and had pierced my side to release the Godhead. As my legs were taken by the paralysis from the belladonna, he had laid me gently upon the cross and kissed me goodbye...his lips felt warm through the veil that was covering his face and protecting him from the deadly rays of the sun. The stakes were driven through my palms, then my feet...I took a last loving look at My Matty, and drew my last... ...Then Brian and Obadiah were there on either side of me in the darkness, and we were flying upwards, into the clouds...” End TimesCrucifixionAntichristCorinthiansTimothy Book:Corinthians Source: Corinthians
“What kind of lube do you want?" "G-god, I don't KNOW," I stammer, blushing furiously. "Just pick one." He smiles cheekily, eyes sparkling with mischief as I'm standing there, half naked and DYING. 'That little fuck is really enjoying this,' I think affectionately, as he chooses a jar with a saucy grin and bats his eyelashes at me. "So, what did you find?" He grins wickedly. "Banana custard!" "Absolutely NOT!" I shout, and he grins. "Just kidding. Penis colada?--oops." He blushes, and I roar with laughter. "Was that a Freudian slip, My Love?” MatthiasTimothyBanana CustardThe Scent Of Jasmine Book:The Scent Of Jasmine Source: The Scent Of Jasmine
“Morgan and Simone are a younger couple. Morgan, an albino with long, silver hair, is from Belfast, Northern Ireland. He's always joking around, and is very dramatic. He has been an actor and an artist's model. His husband, Simone, is very quiet. He's from Mexico, and is very artistic. We've spent countless hours together drawing, painting, and working with clay...Daddy Matt joined us one time, and sculpted a gift for Father Timothy. Father took one look at it, turned scarlet with embarrassment, and promptly hid it in their nightstand. I felt rather sorry for Dad, because he had worked so hard on it, and Father didn't proudly display it in the front room as he did with my work... I don't know why. It looked like a perfectly good hot dog to me. I told Father so, and he promptly sent me to my room, which was completely unfair, as I was only asking a question.” Family RelationshipsCorinthiansMatthiasTimothyMatthieu Michele Book:Corinthians Source: Corinthians
“Indeed, everyone is seemingly smiling and laughing, except for the large group of gypsy boys, and other followers of Tim's, whom have been sectioned off from the others. Knowing full well the risk of publicly supporting Timothy's ministry, they have nonetheless very bravely come to offer moral support, and to pay their last respects. My eyes fill with tears at their dedication and loyalty; as humble as they are, every one of them is grander than any earthly king to me...” CrucifixionMatthiasTimothyArik Book:Southern Cross Source: Southern Cross
“It is a very grand carriage indeed, and behind it, Toshiro follows on foot, leading a small donkey, with a tiny wretched figure upon it, draped in a black robe, head bowed... Timothy. At once, the crowd is ugly and electric...the hatred so strong, I am literally sickened by it. I turn my head and vomit. When Timothy reaches the section of believers, they throw down rose petals and palm leaves into the street, shouting: "THE SAVIOR! THE KING'S AMBASSADOR! HAIL TO THE KING OF HEAVEN!!!” CrucifixionTimothySouthern Cross Book:Southern Cross Source: Southern Cross