Semua Bab Damned Straight to Heaven: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Christopher I don’t understand what I’m doing here. Father explained it all. My purpose is the same as it always was – to be an inspiration for the community, a spiritual leader for the flock… Was that always my purpose? I was trapped in the dark, for so very long... I can’t believe it’s been three hundred years. I don’t feel like I’ve been alive that long. I don’t remember centuries passing, and modern life seems… familiar. Though my memories tell me I grew up in that rustic commune… I can’t believe that everyone I ever knew is dead and buried. Even father died, though he’s been reborn… He says I wasn’t reborn. I was just asleep for a time… I feel he isn’t telling me everything. I feel as if… I was broken, reforged. Now my mind is still… hazy. And that red-eyed devil lying beside me in that tomb… Father says it is the devil from my legend, a beast that tried to steal me away and corrupt me. I’ve been reading those holy texts over and over again. They do feel familiar… but I

Sicillio His head struck the anvil, eyes wide and body twitching, as the blood ran down… The abomination of a man who defiled him lurched forward, screaming his name. I backhanded him hard. “Do not you dare touch him. This is all your fault.” I kept hitting until he stopped moving, his breathing a wet, uneven rasp. I turned back to my son… The light had gone out of his eyes. I backed out of that shed and practically ran to the chapel, dropping to my knees at the altar in desperate, fervent prayer. We were both the Lord’s chosen. He was the chosen one, my perfect boy, and the Lord would bring him back to us. He could not die like this with his sins unrepented, his soul corrupted by those perverted acts, damned for hell… Renata and another of my wives, Sara, came to check on me around midnight. I told them what had happened; That deviant—a devil in human skin had killed our Christian. I ordered the others to construct the pyre to dispose of the devil who had snuffed out our

Christian“You envisioned yet what it’s going to be like, getting fucked by yourself, day after day?” Ashmedai taunts, sat at my side in back of a Bentley, with his hand on my thigh and his sulfurous stench assailing my nostrils.“I think it’d be rather a turn-on,” I lie. “I am far more attractive than Daniel.” Especially this empty mockery of Daniel, who smells like hellish rot with his hands gray with necrotic flesh and body slowly disintegrating.“Mmm. I know you like it rough, so I’ll be sure to make it hurt,” the demon promises, and I keep my expression carefully controlled to avoid a grimace.I do not like pain. I just like feeling… alive. Every night of sex with my sire was slow and cyclic, and I felt like a puppet, feeling nothing but pleasure as he worked and pumped his fluids down my throat, and up my ass. It was sickening to me how good it felt. Even when he wasn’t purposefully shaming me or forcing me into orgies with the women, I hated every second of his attentions. I di

Nick“You would gun down an innocent man?” Sicillio fucking taunts me, staring me down with Christian’s stolen face and likeness, as if he’s some sort of holy martyr himself.“You ain’t no innocent,” I growl, cocking back the hammer.He spreads wide his arms. “Go on. Fire. It will serve you no benefit.” He smiles. “It won’t even damage this body. Whatever damage you inflict will heal in minutes.” He tucks away his rosary, reopening that cut across his palm.“Henry, don’t!” the spirit inside Jessi Ross wails, and I tense up all the further, running through the possibilities of just what that dripping line of blood from Sicillio’s palm is intended to conjure.“Do not use that name,” ‘Christopher’ snaps, eyes burning into Renata. “I am Saint Christian now, the only true saint.” His eyes dart to the real Christian in blistering glare. “And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—”I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, b

NickI had a candid chat with ma when I got home. Carm was sitting up with her, and she was looking all hollow-eyed and dead sober for once.Carm asked where I’d been tonight, leaving armed to the teeth and all that shit, so I decided to dive right in and spill the fucked up truth of the matter.“Can you handle the full truth, or you wanna just pretend there ain’t nothing fucked up been going on round here?” I asked ma earnestly.She scoffed, meeting my eyes in wary anticipation. “Grown man needs to tell off his own mother? Go ahead, Nicorati.”“This ain’t a tell off. You been possessed for near two decades,” I decide to just come right out and say it. “That’s what was causing all the blackouts and health issues.”She stiffens, then curses, raking a hand through her hair. “I knew it. I felt something…” She shivers. “We got a priest coming over then?”“No need. Thing’s gone, obliterated. And it weren’t a demon, just some ghost of a woman whose infant son died a few centuries back.” I