Page 39 of Sin of the Saints

Valentina’s quick and loud sucking sounds ring out along with Hillel’s grunts as she blows him. He’s enjoying what Valentina’s doing to him, but it seems he’s getting much more pleasure out of the way my body’s reacting to the scene unfolding before me.

My head’s spinning and I’m forced to put the whiskey aside. I wonder if they put something in my drink, because it makes no sense for my feelings to be so out of sync with the commands being sent to my body by lust, which my fucked-up body is hurrying to obey.

I caress myself, my skin nearly at boiling point, and Hillel’s smile expands the more I spread my legs before him. I slowly raise the hem of my dress. He lets out a deep moan as he sees that I’m not wearing panties, and dripping with desire. He reaches out and in an instant rips Valentina’s black dress off her body, leaving her in a black thong. The sight of her ass as she kneels before him ignites my deepest longings. My motions across my pussy are slow, but strong and sure. I shut my eyes just for a moment, to take in the intoxicating scent of Valentina’s need. And when I open them, I see Hillel’s finger beckoning me to approach.

I don’t even hesitate as my body pulls itself up from the couch and I kneel behind Valentina. Goosebumps form on her skin as I inhale her into me, so close. Her body trembles as I run my long, sharp fangs over her, and she holds her breath.

Valentina once told me:You should feel comfortable with your body, every female body is a unique work of art by Mother Nature. Everyone’s different and special, and I promise there’s no man who’ll shy away from you when you stand before him naked and offer yourself to him.

I wonder if God created Lilith this way just so He could gain pleasure from her. The hollow Adam was always blind to the power of her body, but no more. Not when Lilith opened his eyes. She was the one who’d let lust erupt. She was no longer God’s own property

How can this be a sin? Does that mean God is the first sinner in the world? How do His Saints not see that?

At this moment I know Valentina was right. And it’s not just the men who won’t shy away, women will also desire the female body, openly or in secret. And as I lean forward, pulling aside the thin string of fabric and licking her needy womanhood, my mind goes blank and heat spreads through my belly.

Valentina grunts and shifts her hips against my tongue, confirming that she’s enjoying this as much as my own traitorous body. I lick, suck and slip in my fingers like her body contains within it a longing I’ve searched for my whole life.

The source of the world.

Gustav Kurbe’s painting from Mr. Fleming’s lecture flashes in my mind. From the womb you came, to the womb you shall always desire to return…

As this thought clouds my mind, Valentina pulls away from Hillel’s cock and her face turns to me. His eyes lock onto mine and I’m frozen in place, unable to move beneath his sharp gaze.

“You’ll taste sin,” Hillel says, “and you’ll remember there’s no place for the chaste in our world.”

Valentina presses her lips to mine, flooding my mouth with the taste of Hillel’s seed. I close my eyes, bitterness and saltiness in my mouth.

She suddenly bites my tongue, but doesn’t hurt me. I open my eyes and withdraw, only now seeing Hillel on his knees, sheathed deep within Valentina. His expression is all filth and mockery.

“Time to wake up, Bellcolor,” Valentina says, and I fall back on my ass in a panic, frozen as Hillel savagely fucks Valentina and she moans aloud, unrestrained.

My whole body shivers as I fear actually recognizing the monstrosity unfolding before me.

“N-Naama?” I ask with some difficulty.

She smiles darkly at me through the curtain of her hair. Hillel slaps her ass and then tangles his fist in her hair, forcing her to raise her head before me. She doesn’t answer, but her cold stare opens a bottomless abyss within me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Bellcolor

Naomi Fermi is Naama, the eldest child of Lilith.

I kneel in front of the toilet and try to vomit up the heavy lump in my throat, the weight on my soul, but nothing comes out. Nothing can ease this torment of realizing that Valentina held the reincarnation of the demoness who made me the damaged person I am today. My eyes well up and I choke. How can I keep the innocence Lilith wished for me to hold onto? It’s impossible. It’s monstrous. I enjoyed what we did. I loved it.

The grotesque vision rises up again and again, and I try to vomit out the filth that continues to spread inside me, threatening to overtake me. Bar is gone. I refuse to believe Bar had any part in this, however small, that he could do this.

I collapse by the toilet and try to arrange my riotous thoughts. I have to flee from here before they take me down into the abyss with them. I find the strength to stand on my shaking legs and step out into the bedroom. I feel like an intruder. Not just into the deceased couple’s bedroom, but in the lands of Adam as well.

Is there a place for me in this world?

I don’t look back and jump out the bedroom window, rapidly flapping my wings and ascending into the skies. I have to get away from Hillel and Naama as quickly as I can, before they realize I’m gone. At a distance I notice the lingering smoke and chaos we created at the cabin, and I’m mortified to discover that the fire is spreading fast. I hear sirens, other search and rescue teams making their way towards the flames, and my heart starts racing at the thought that Libretto, or the Army of the Saints, might find me.

Panicking, I run the possible scenarios through my mind. Hillel has awakened. Which means the Devil himself walks the lands of Adam. If the Army of the Saints knew that, they’d go hunting for him. They sent Bartimaeus to banish me, and now, with his true form revealed, they won’t let go, not of me and definitely not of Hillel. The most important war in human history may take place in the realms of Man, without them even being aware of it.

A cool breeze caresses my face and I let out a sigh of relief. The panic only stokes the inner fire burning within me, giving me no rest. I remember the curtain blowing in my bedroom at home, that same feeling. At the time I’d chuckled at the thought of it being a divine revelation, but could that have been precisely what it was? God’s way of telling me I wasn’t alone, as He bestowed some of His powers upon me?

If I want answers, I’ll have to go back to the start of it all, my beginning. The only book that, thanks to Bar, showed me the path: the Book of the Hebrews, the Old Testament.

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