The Book of Lucia, Chapter XVII - Angel vs. Sister Prudence: Broken Wings

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Prudence wasn’t here. She wasn’t present. She was in the ring, but it wasn’t this ring at this time. Instead, it was years ago, before she left LAW and she was trapped in the ring with Skylar Fucking Jones again. The woman was picking her apart, stripping her, and the crowd was just sitting there and watching as she cried and the beating continued and…

Shit, she’d been through this before. It felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack again, and even though she tried to remember her exercises and focus, to get her heart rate under control, it seemed like the more she tried to do that, the more she spiraled. It was like being in quicksand and everything, everything-

He touched her.

It was light. Gentle. Soothing. Prudence froze up as if her blood had turned to ice, staring down at him with a bewilderment that surely translated despite half of her features being covered up. His answer was simple, but the meaning was clear, and the care in his tone drove it home even more. She did know how to wrestle. She didn’t have to overcomplicate.

”I…” She huffed, letting out a hot, exasperated sigh. ”Hold on.”

Sister Prudence grabbed Angel by the head, not the hair, stood up, and forced him to rise with her as she pulled him to his feet. As soon as he was standing, she reached down, pulled him over her shoulder, and proceeded to force his head and legs down with a Torture Rack, bending him along a shelf of muscle… though, notably, not as stiff as she could’ve.

From where she stood, though, Sister Lucia could tell none of that. All she knew was that her lieutenant was bending Angel in half, and it was a truly lovely sight. She kept that smile on as she side-eyed Jamie. ”I couldn't very well preach to the unfaithful if I had a problem being near sinners, could I, Jamie?”

She stepped around him, looked him over, and made her way to his other side. ”Are you more of a sinner than most?”

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Placing his hands on Prudence’s face, there was a very real possibility that Angel was going to cause her to clock him in the face, given how she had been ready to do so before, and how she seemed to be having some internal crisis. But the blonde went ahead and did so anyway, offering a comforting few words to the bigger woman that loomed over him, something that seemed to snap her out of the quiet spiral that she had been sent into. For a moment, she froze as he made contact with her, but after a second or two, she seemed to recollect herself. Sister Prudence would stand up, Angel unclamping his legs as she did so, as she asked him to hold on, reaching down to grab hold of his head and lift him up with her as she did so.

Angel obliged with her movement, rising as he waited to see what she needed that moment for… only to be swiftly hoisted up onto her shoulders and placed into a torture rack.

“Nnngh… perfect… just have fun with it… and you’ll start… to love wrestling…” Angel’s words were awkwardly groaned out as his back flexed across Prudence’s shoulders, stretched out, but noticeably not thrashed like he had been before, and not bent so far as to cause extreme pain. Still, this position was definitely not comfortable, and Angel didn’t wish to simply let Prudence fold him in half, and so he began to wriggle and writhe in her grasp, to try and work himself free!

“Well, I hate to make it a competition, but I suppose I would outdo most when it comes to sins. We’re Love & Lust, though one of us is a little more love than lust…” He nodded his head towards Angel, before continuing. “And one of us is a bit more of the opposite.” Jamie was almost all lust, as a matter of fact, but he had a suspicion that Lucia already knew that.

“I have a question as well, sister. On a preliminary inspection, I think some might look at your title and think of you as something of a sinner yourself. The champion of the sinners, even. What makes you different from the rest of them?” He suspected she’d say her ideals, but Jamie was curious all the same. Curious on if she truly believed all of the righteous talk of cleansing LAW he’d heard that she spoke, or if there was something else to the woman. Some sort of recognition of what she was, or if she truly believed in this righteous crusade that had taken her this far.