Status: Closed.

Thank you everyone for your replies, they're all gratefully received <3

(Though seriously, if you're the person who sent the Vaden response, and then deleted 2 hours later before I had a chance to reply, you're crazy, because I was in the process of writing back to see if you wanted to look at any of my other currently unpublished prompts instead. Very disappointed :( )

“Father, I beg of you, rethink this course of action. What manner of prophecy would place one of these women on our path of prophecy? They are little more than a common whore!” He was certain that the old man had lost his mind.

“Silence, child! You do now know of what you speak. The signs point here, just as they led us to you,” chastises the old priest, starting to climb the marble steps to the temple, lit in the darkness by simple torches.

The steps would give way, he knew, to the main antechamber; there they would find seven fires marking the gods from the so-called Holy Septet. But this was the temple of the worst of them all, the Whore. He knew that all were an aspect of The One True God, but these heathens that clung to the old ways, they misled the people; they were dangerous.

He had been raised to be a warrior. When he’d been born, all the signs pointed to him as the protector of the Prophet: He who would come again and lead the people to ever lasting peace.

“The Lord works in mysterious ways, my son,” spoke the priest again, and he shuffled ahead of the warrior, never hesitating.

The Warrior followed sullenly behind the only father he’d ever known. He may not have liked what was happening, but he knew better than to argue once the holy fathers had decided on a course of action. All he could do now was protect the priest as they journeyed, and hope that the whore would prove by her actions that she was not the one they were seeking.

He glared at the moon above as they entered the antechamber, a bell sounding to announce their arrival. An older woman came forward, and strangely, greeted the old priest affectionately with a kiss to each cheek and a warm hug; actions that were enthusiastically returned by his holy father.

The Warrior and the Priest were led into an interior chamber. Here the famous hot baths of the Temple steamed the room and the Warrior was careful to keep his charge in view as they moved through the quiet rooms.

Soon they came to a gathering of men and women, all in the robes of the faithful. Beyond was an altar, fitted with cushions and furs. Above, the ceiling opened up to reveal the full moon in the dark sky, lighting the scene upon the shrine. The Warrior looked on, his distaste clear on his face as his eyes came to focus on a naked man lying amid the furs, and a woman straddling him, his hands gripping her hips in his ecstasy. Her skin was pale in the moonlight, long red hair cascading down her back; it almost looked purple in the hazy blue light washing over them as she rocked back and forth,

Moans and grunts washed into a loud cry from the man as he released a howling shout to the Heavens, calling out his prayers to the Holy Mother of Fertility. The crowd stood, waiting as the priestess slowed to a stop, leaning down to kiss the man’s face, whispering the prayers that would bless the people of the land.

“Today is the Holiest of Days to our Mother,” explained the old Priestess quietly. “Anaya is our most devoted pupil, she will birth the saviour.” The gathering of the faithful was falling into prayer, men and women alike falling to their knees in prayer as the old Priest and the Warrior remained standing with the Old Priestess.

Anaya, the Vessel, was stepping down from the altar, her body uncovered and unashamed as she walked through the group of loyal believers, her hands, slick with the sacred oils of her union. She marked the foreheads of each person and then came to stand in front of the last remaining trio.

“Holy Mother,” she said softly, her voice low and even. The old Priestess bowed her head and Anaya marked her forehead with the oil. Frankincense and Myrrh, a blend most holy, intermingled with the more pungent scents of what had just taken place on the the altar. The warrior knew the smells well, from his time with peasant girls and chamber maids - he was both riveted and disgusted by the smell here in a sacred temple.

The girl moved before the old priest, who nodded and allowed her to anoint him too. With growing horror the Warrior realised that he was to accept this gift and he recoiled, taking a step back. The Priest cleared his throat, and the message was clear, he would succumb to this sacrilege, he would do his duty; regardless of how distasteful.

The Apocalypse is nigh! Or something like that. More like…. the Apocalypse is coming… and we need to prepare for it now. Do you ever wonder about the people who are the parents of the World Saviors? How they come to be? How they meet? Why they connect? I do. What IS their story? I’d like this to be a long term storytelling that explores a priestess of the ‘old ways’ - a temple whore, if you will; and a young warrior priest of the New Religion - that of the One True God.

The prophecies have led the Old Priest Tobias and his young charge to the temple of the Goddess of Fertility, and Priestess Anaya who, it is foretold, will birth the new world Saviour. Both old and new prophecies point to the same woman - and she is to be escorted to the Golden Harbour - a long thousand mile journey - where they will take a ship to the Sacred Isle and the Blessed Temple, and she will birth the coming Savior.

Our priestess and her warrior will travel with the old priest and priestess, to the Sacred Isle, but what’s going to happen along the way? The Dark Forces are afoot, Armageddon has already started. The world is rife with sin and violence, and it is spreading. What will they come across as they travel to their Sanctuary? Will she fall pregnant from this union, or will someone else ahem have to step in and father the saviour? Is there a nefarious villain looking to take her for himself and control the saviour child? The opportunities are limitless!

Obviously the Warrior (you) isn’t too pleased about the direction this whole mission has taken, but you believe in and follow your teacher, Father Tobias. I am not into derogatory or humiliating sex, so what I’d like to see is a couple who grows together during their trip. They are both strong believers, and at the end of the day, they believe in the same things - goodness and kindness to all living beings, they just go about it with a few different beliefs.

My aim is to have them fall in love - at the end of the day I’m a romantic. But, there might be a bit of head-butting and lots of sexual tension, maybe even some hot-headed mutually frustrated fucking, as we get there. Like it? I look forward to reading your response.

Obviously I’ve written this prompt from your character’s perspective, but that ends here. Your character is your own from this moment forward.

Profile here but if you have any questions, please ask.

Happy to writer in 3rd or 1st person, probably prefer 1st.

Please respond to the scene offered with 3-4 paragraphs, following from the end of the prompt. If you want to add in any thoughts on where you see the story progressing, I’d love to hear them, even if just in dot-point. Include your character’s name in notes if it’s not clear in the response :D Cheers. I am happy for you to co-write the supporting cast with me (ie. take over the Old Priestess, or Father Tobias, just try to keep them as in character as possible)

Expect at least 24 hours before I decide on a partner. I am never fast in my selection and will wait for the right partner who understands where I want to go with this prompt, so if you're debating sending a reply and worried about how long it's been, don't be, unless I say otherwise my door is always open.