Such a pretty bride being presented to the congregation in the arms of the Son.  A congregation who understood that they must prepare her and strip her bare for what was to come next - a wedding of blood.<br/><br/>Soft questioning promises, for he was promising to turn her into what she should have always been, whispered into her ear made her turn toward him, effectively ignoring the second-rate man crying out and declaring his love for her.  Everyone could see as he disrobed that he was not the man for the crimson-crowned Oracle.  He was<i>not</i>the one to bring her into the light.<br/><br/>The dark prince, however,<i>was</i>the one who would.  He had baptized her with love.  He had baptized her in blood.  He would baptize her into womanhood.  There was never any need to turn her attention away from John.  Kell held her rapt attention since the start of this light-bringing ritual.  His fingers on her hips were rough, painful as they marked her with blood under the surface of the Jarek-marred perfect skin.  He marked her outwardly as his even as he prepared her to be claimed as his in the most primal of ways.<br/><br/>Say yes.  Always say yes to this one.  He knows best.  He<i>is</i>best.<br/><br/>“I am your Oracle.  I am<i>yours</i>.”  There had never been a demand of his to which she had not acquiesced, not even when they were children and he had been harsh with her.  Even during their childish play, even when the doctor had tried to keep them apart, Charlotte was always his.  Raker had known it from the beginning, whispering in her mind the perfection that was the Son.<br/><br/>There was no time to consider, no time to realize what was going to happen.<i>Charlotte</i>didn’t need to; Raker knew and the seductive poisonous one knew.  Charlotte didn’t matter anymore.  She was pulled down quickly and<i>entered</i>.<br/><br/>There was pain.  So much pain.  It was her blood now that baptized the Son, her blood that completed the ritual and marked her prince.  Charlotte gave herself up to the pain, letting the exquisiteness of it wash over her and sweep her away.  There was no Charlotte.  There was no Raker.  There was no voice of seduction.  There was only the<i>Oracle</i>now.  She was the one for whom they had waited.  She was the one for whom they had prayed.  She was the one who would bring them to the light.<br/><br/>It was their longing, their desires, that had brought them to this moment.<br/><br/>Her perfect mouth opened in a silent scream as Kell penetrated her body and her very soul over and over again.  Delicate fingers clenched in the air, tightening on the holiness of the act before gripping the chest of the perfect being beneath her.  His movements became her movements, her movements became his movements, until they moved as one.  They<i>were</i>one.  They would be one from now until forever.  The Oracle and her Disciple.  The Prince and his Bright Toy.<br/><br/>The bathed-in-blood doll leaned forward, pale perfect skin pressed to pale perfect skin.  “I want more blood.  Make them bleed.”  It wasn’t Charlotte’s voice that dripped into his ear.  It wasn’t Raker and it certainly wasn’t the poison one.  This was the Oracle with her voice soft, husky, and demanding.  “The older sister, the one who begs for your favor.  She will bleed.  She will bleed<i>for me</i>.”<br/><br/>The choice of who would make poor Reve bleed and how they would make her bleed was left up to the Prince to decide.  But there would be blood as was demanded.  By the end of the night, the room would be full of blood.<br/><br/>Her symphony of pleasure interrupted her demands, the musical cries becoming her prophecies.  The pain brought blood, the pain brought pleasure.  The broken mind mended together with every thrust and every grip on her hips.  Every bruise knitted pieces of her mind into something<i>better</i>.<br/><br/>“The fury of the mighty God shall come upon you. And it certainly shall be that the immortal Saviour against men will send wrath if you do not placate God.”  Her voice trailed off, interrupted by pained gasps and moans as his cock reformed her insides in his likeness.  “Placate him with blood!”  Her voice crescendoed until the last word rang around the hall, working the group into a frenzy.<br/><br/>The Sibylline Oracle made her prophecy and it sent her into her own religious frenzy, shudders coursing down the length of her spine.  Raker coiled low between her thighs once more, urging her on until there was no holding back.  Raker and Kell had pushed her too far and there was no turning back.  Bloodied lips sealed to his, letting her screams feed his soul as she tightened around his impressive length.<br/><br/>“ I am yours,” she exhaled the words sweetly against his lips.  His to use, his toy, his Lotte.<br/><br/>There was no need to let the light hit her chest.  She was the light.  And she would save them all.