Semua Bab Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest: Bab 41 - Bab 50

"Forgive me, Father, for my soul aches with the weight of a desire I can no longer bury beneath my holy teachings.”Baron.His cock twitched lightly in my hands. I had no choice but to do what he said.The command had left his lips like a curse, one that bound me before I could even think of refusing. My mind screamed against it, my faith too—but kneeling before him, in that quiet room heavy with tension, I felt stripped of both.I dipped the towel in the warm water, wrung it, and began to wash him. My hands moved on their own, stiff and cautious, careful not to linger too long, Incase he thought I was enjoying this.He didn’t say a word at first, just watched me, his eyes sharp enough to make me feel naked even though he was the one undressed.Then he let out a low groan, deep and involuntary. I froze.The air between us thickened, and before I could pull my hand away, he reached out and grabbed my wrist.The next thing I knew, the world tilted as he pulled me, hard enough that

"Your soul is lost beneath your vows, and I’m the storm that will set it free.”EZREAL’S POVThe first thing I saw when I reached the church was a bunch of women gathered near the entrance, their voices sounding low and cheerful. I remembered it was Friday, the day they met for whatever reason they clung to.Their laughter got on my nerves. If only they knew what kind of sins their precious walls had seen.I slipped around the back, through the path I knew too well. It was the same one Baron used to sneak me through when we were kids. Back then, this place felt larger, sacred even. Now, it was nothing but another hollow echo of hypocrisy.I remembered how we used to sit in that tiny letter patch room, pretending to read sermons while whispering plans neither of us would ever confess aloud. Baron’s father had caught us once. His hand had almost reached for the belt before Baron spoke; ‘love your neighbour as yourself.’Even then, Baron had known how to use the right words to dis

“I thought I was wielding the power of forgiveness; He is here to challenge that belief.”Baron’s POVA scream ripped me out of the stillness I was in. I jerked awake, my heart hammering in my chest. For a second, I couldn’t tell where I was. My surroundings blurred together... white walls, a faint smell of antiseptic, a ceiling fan creaking lazily overhead.Hospital? I asked myself.Then I saw him.Ezreal.He stood by the window, the faint morning light spilling across his face. His calm, composed face, which was watching me like he’d been there all along.“Where am I?” My voice came out rough.He didn’t even turn to look at me. “You're at a clinic near your Church,” he said. “You fainted. Fever.”Right. The exhaustion I felt. The cold water. The way my body had felt like it was shutting down. I remembered collapsing onto the bed and nothing after that.But that scream—Before I could ask again, the door burst open. Nurse Calliope stumbled in, face pale, breath ragged. Her ha

"Forgive me, Father, for every time I preach about virtue, my heart races with the thrill of our hidden sins.”BARON’S POVI felt like the biggest fool alive. All this time, I thought Ezreal was the way he was because of me. That maybe my actions, my sins, or even my silence had shaped him into the cold-hearted man he’d become. But now I know better. Ezreal had always been this way. Mean, unfeeling, detached. The look in his eyes when he confessed to killing Mother Franca had burned itself into my mind.There was no remorse, no flicker of doubt. Just cold satisfaction.I used to think I understood him. That underneath all the arrogance and violence, there was a soul worth saving. But watching him these past few days, I realised I didn’t know him at all. I didn’t know what was left inside him, if there was anything left at all.My thoughts wouldn’t stop circling back to Elias. The way he died, the way his eyes went blank while I stood there, helpless and guilty. I had blood

Ezreal’s POVThe navy chief tried to crawl away, clutching his bleeding hand like a child begging for mercy. I didn’t let him get far. My bullet tore through his leg before he made it two steps. His scream was sharp, echoing through the chaos like a siren.“Did I say you could leave?” I said calmly, lowering my gun just enough to watch him squirm.The door slammed open before he could answer. Half a dozen mariners stormed in, their faces tight with fear and fury. Not one of them carried a gun—only knives, steel pipes, and courage that would die too soon.Vincent raised his weapon, steady as ever. “Your call,” he said under his breath.The navy chief laughed, his voice cracking between pain and arrogance. “You’re finished, Ezreal. You’re outnumbered! You're not a match for all of us together.”I chuckled, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Outnumbered?” I asked. “Maybe. But outmatched? Never.”The words hung in the air, and for a moment, none of them moved. They were waiting for s