An Eyeful of Sins
13th of February 2007 A.D.
Before departing the company of Mary Murphy you ask a question perhaps a bit too suspicious, but you've been caught off guard one too many times
. How are the Murphy family currently connected to the unseen world?
All you get is Murphy's story like a lonely silver bell, a relief all on its own.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 14/18
Before visiting the graves of Kate and John you decide to call and ask Harry if he knows anything about a Catholic priest being a member of the White Council. Their records are probably not as good as the Church, but they have less to record at least.
I'll probably have to wait for that one though... The three of you are still a fifteen minutes drive from
Rosehill Cemetery when the answer comes back, a text.
Harry knows how to text now? The smile slides off your face in the blink of an eye as you read it:
Bob recognized the name, there are pieces missing because there are pieces of who he used to be missing, because of Kemmler. There wasn't just a member of the Council, he was a senior Warden. Kemmler looked for his soul for months, thought he'd become a ghost before concluding he'd moved on. Be careful.
Always am, you send back, though you cannot quite keep yourself from ending on a winking emoticon.
"Did anything we saw back there indicate that Father Murphy might have been the kind of man to linger on this Earth?" you ask the others.
"No," Father Forthil answers, startled.
"Yeah, me neither, good relationship with his siblings, had some warning to put his affairs in order, but apparently yes he was a member of the council and an evil necromancer... that's a bit redundant, but this one was particularly bad tried to look for his ghost for some reason. He could have just been barking up the wrong tree, but..."
"It's a bad habit to fall back on 'perp was stupid'," the detective offers in the tone of one who had given that advice before. "It's true a lot of the time, but that should never be your go-to or you'll miss evidence when you least want to. You're sure he's not around anymore?"
"Positive, the spirit claimed he moved on and he would have had no reason to lie, I'm not entirely sure he would have had the capacity to... there's the entrance."
Even at night, and it is getting properly dark by now there is something quiet, soothing about Rosehill, its neat and ordered stones, its plaques shining in the moonlight peeking between wispy clouds. It's less the kind of place one would set a Red Star movie, more like the ending scene of a sappy rom-com with photogenic headstones... at least at first. The deeper you go the older the headstones get and while none of the graves are missing the hand of time will not be denied, cracks run through the two graves set side by side, green growing through them.
Looking at the headstone above an empty grave, still mourned by his kin you ask:
What are the details of the plot that lead to your death?
Lost 1 Essence -Now at 13/18
Like a flash of thunder in your mind you see an all too familiar Enochian symbol, the mark of Lasciel.
A thin pale girl sits up in bed wearing no adornment but a crucifix speaking quietly with a smiling man, hair just turning grey at the temples.
"What has God ever done for you? You did not ask to be born broken, gasping for breath when other children were laughing, stumbling when others were climbing trees, a burden to all those you love. You could be great, beyond the censure of a jealous Father who would chain his children away from all that they desire and all that they could be."
Slowly, almost gingerly she takes off her crucifix and sets it aside.
A piece of silver flashes between them and something... green?
....
You see two people, a man and a woman sitting together on a pier by the lake, through not any shoreline in Chicago. The man is wearing a priest's cassock, the woman almost unrecognizable for the life that had been poured into her, all the more striking for wearing a maize colored dress like the sun at midsummer. An emerald pendant, you see it clearly now swings like a green star on a chain where once the crucifix had been. The color is too bright, unreal... a thing of elder days, the Grace of Embers stolen.
She leans to whisper something to him, some secret amusement. Isn't she a little too close. What's she doing with...?
There is no turning aside from the scene, your Crown, your Exaltation can no more understand why you would not want to watch this than the burning heart of a sun would understand why mortals shiver in the cold. All you can do is sit there, a cosmic voyeur pinned to the pattern of ages as Kate Murphy tries to seduce her brother with the no doubt helpful counsel of the Fallen Angel Lasciel. It goes farther than you ever wanted to see, though not as far as you had come to fear. But then the chain snaps the emerald rolls away. As you... and only you watch the earth beyond the pier first shivers then roils and cracks like living flesh. A root, if roots were stone yet moved like tentacles grabs it and pulls it into the earth.
The look of horror in John Murphy's eyes when the glamor that had been clouding his sight lifts is not one you'll soon forget.
You snap back to the sight of a gravestone above an empty grave. At least now you think you understand why Kemmler would have thought he'd have left a ghost.
Sending Embermane to break open the island was never plan A for the Denarians, you realize, it was an improvised plan B when corrupting the priest by... trying to reenact the greatest hits of the Borgias
—OK, that works, mental distance, that's the key Molly— had failed. Presumably Kate had not taken very well to her mentor in all things demonic killing her brother as part of the same summoning that also killed him. So she abandoned the Coin and died of the same illness, merely arrested and not cured, by the bargain she made.
You turn to her grave and ask what was in the letter, already knowing what you'll hear.
The letter contained a confession, an apology that could not be spoken in this world.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 12/18
"Molly," Father Forthil's gentle voice summons you back into the present. "What's wrong?"
I believe the precise metric is a shit-ton is wrong, your brain provides a regular old intrusive thought, not the demonic kind.
How do I explain what I just saw? Should you, does it help anyone if I do?
Regain 2 Essence -> Now at 14/18
How much of the tragedy she saw does Molly explain?
[] All of it, they've been with you so far, you trust Father Forthil and Murphy deserves to know if anyone does
[] 'Just' that Kate was a Denarian and she brought the Grace you are after to the Island you are looking for only to be discovered
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OOC: This has been your schedualed reminder that the Fallen are just awful, some of the Worst Things in the setting, but in a much more visceral and insidious way than Outsiders.