Kell had seen John's inspiration and the wave of worship it elicited throughout the congregation. It made him smile, and he liked seeing Charlotte too, when she reached back for him but her eyes gave away her thoughts. Kell wasn't inclined to worry about John. Dear little man, who was fortunate to have her close - he shouldn't have had such a hubris heart, that thought anything could come from loving her like that. Kell had sympathy for John, because John had nothing that was powerful other than that love.<br/><br/>Kell did not object, however, when the angel returned to him. The worth of the two males had been determined then - John stuck on the floor, reaching, while she sought out Kell's arm. She had a little nod for her good decision, but Kell had mostly been concentrated on what happened next, silver reaper in his hand. No one suspected. How could they? This ordeal had been sealed by Jarek's love. He'd felt father's struggles, but the very nature of the wound rendered the patriarch speechless. Finally the good doctor could do no more harm to their legacy with his aged tongue. Kell marveled at his own plan while it clasped into place.<br/><br/>Her purity kept her from seeing anything askew, and she produced herself right there, for her birthing shower. He moved Jarek's head from side to side by the hold in his hair, and it made sure to coat the beautiful, pale girl until she was dark and ruby-shining. He thought he could see the candles on the blood she wore, like stars, close, on a heaven made of human riches. He felt ready to take her then. She'd become every red dream any man ever had.<br/><br/>John had doubt in his good soul but that was overcome with her new beauty when she came to him. She tasted like sin, but one he was ushered toward. He cried when she kissed her, smearing Jarek on his mouth, and he trembled for her finger when she shared their symbol on his head. He clawed for her but knew to hold back when she moved on. The love he felt was making him sick, it was too much. He thought he was going to succumb from his filling sentimentality, but managed somehow to get through it, and let it permeate him instead of containing it. He followed her on his knees while she visited others with one of the blessings he'd had two of. He truly felt privileged, and did keep count.<br/><br/>Kell held his arms out while the sisters who learned to crave his love came up to him, one with blood lips and one with a mark on her face. Somehow the girls knew to start peeling the clothes off him. The crowd were strangely entrance as the pretty man was made bare before them. There had never been public debauchery before, here, and this cemented some kind of severity to the new reign. His body was honed well, an angel in his own right, with his long muscles clinging to endless bones, and an offensively sized limb. It made some gasp. His hair was a little wilder for the shirt that had passed overhead, and when he breathed the shadows dividing his strung-out flesh deepened.<br/><br/>Reve hung the bloodied banner taken from Jarek's corpse on one of Kell's hands, and he put it over his shoulders. The cloth stuck to his body and framed his monstrous organ. He'd become an idol of their rebirth in blood. He looked at Charlotte expectantly, a statue in a church without details to his waiting eyes, while she came to him, returning from her lap of greeting the cult. He nodded at what she said. Her mind was being brought along well with this event. He'd painstakingly made it all fit together.<br/><br/>When she reached him, he pulled her closer and then lifted her in his arms. She was a light woman, and it was easy for him to hang her off him like a bride, and start his journey to the table. Along the way the people moved, but not much, so they could be brushed by the blood that was on them both. Her dress started to rip from their curled fingers, and soon he could remove the last shreds from her skin with smears of red turned pink against her alabaster.<br/><br/>He sat her on the stone and stroked her hair away from one ear so he could speak into that small shell. "Are you ready to become what you should be, in fire?" he asked. His cock was filling steadily, controlled by his skills in the primal pleasures, until it was a stupendous rod, standing. Kell climbed onto the table and sat there, in the middle, for all of them to see, the spire risen and waiting for her. They were quiet, lamenting their own adherence to what was being offered. Unfettered enjoyment - unmitigated, sanctioned sin.<br/><br/>John shook his head when he saw her there, bloodied and nude, but everyone could see he, like the other men, was ready for a woman. He groaned and grabbed the significantly less impressive tent than what Kell was showing, and rubbed himself while he pushed to the front of the crowd, once more kneeling below his beloved, scarlet angel. "I love you, Charlotte!" he declared like it would sway her now. "Please, come with me... I can't stand it!" he begged.<br/><br/>Kell smirked to himself and brushed her shoudlerblades so she would know to turn from the pure love to a much more powerful one. He smiled at her, they were both wearing Jarek's blood, and his throbbing length was waiting in his lap. He waved her in closer and the crowd bustled with anticipation, many of the men already disrobing to reveal their stiff states. Crying, John did the same. He couldn't help it. She was too much beauty at once - this moment was too much for both his boiling lust and breaking heart.<br/><br/>When she did come to him, Kell would grab her by the hip, and stand her with one of her feet on either side of his legs, her entrance directly over his grand flesh. He'd leaned forward and whisper onto her cunt, and Raker would roil in there, readying her girl-hood while bathed in his breath. "Say you'll be my Oracle." Kell demanded, looking up at her face while his demand hit against her folds. And when she did, he'd force her down quickly, so the crowd could see their beloved, innocent Lotte staked on that great threat.