[Orryn]: Living in Sin

It has been two months since Orryn and Mercy’s little deal, and so far Orryn thought it was the best decision he had ever made in his life. 

By some divine intervention, he had successfully caught Mercy in the act of greed itself, skimming a few carats off the top of the church tithes. Being of greed himself, he understood their motifs but of course, his silence would not come without a price. The information was just too good to not use for blackmail, after all! It would be such a waste of knowledge to let them go with but a stern warning. That was not his style at all, either.

And now, he walked over casually to Mercy’s room to collect. It was all just so easy! 

He knocked on the door to Mercy’s room and waited quietly for a reply. After a while, the door creaks open and out pops Mercy’s little head looking up at him with disdain. Orryn smiles pleasantly and waves. “Good eve sister-” he greets, tilting his head curiously. “You know what Im here for.” Mercy mumbles a small greeting before sidestepping to let Orryn in.

“So.” Orryn says with a smile. “Will you be paying today in cash, or in kind…?” Mercy rolls their eyes and sighs. “It’s cash today, Orryn. So wipe that smug look off of your face. Coming to my room like this. What are you, some sort of debt collector…?” Mercy moves over to the night stand and starts rummaging in one of their drawers. Orryn takes a seat at their bed and peers over curiously. “What? It’s not my fault you got caught so easily. One would think that doing such illegal activity would warrant some sort of… Carefulness.” he teases, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m just saying. The issue here is not that you are stealing from the tithes. The issue is that you were caught. And by me, no less! How clumsy.”

A velvet bag is plopped down on his lap. “Yeah. Sure.” Mercy says curtly, folding their arms. “Here’s your hush money. So… now. Hush.” Orryn takes the bag and pockets it and gives them a nod.

“Thank you for your generous donation.” he says, getting up from the bed and dusting off his pants.

He is promptly ushered out of the room with a slam of the door.

Oh well. Till next month then.