Page 6 of Unholy

“What did you do?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at the demon.

“You should be asking yourself that.” He smiles, and I have no idea what he’s talking about. I didn’t do anything. I don't know why the memory feltso real, as though I was reliving it. It was so vivid, I could still feel Gabriel’s lips on mine, the way my cock had stirred in my pants, a jolt of pleasure rushing through me before I could identify the impure thoughts.

“You had something to do with this?” I accuse, pointing threateningly at the demon.

“It was your memory. I simply just… helped it along.”

“You planted it in my head. Made it worse… somehow.” I feel like I’m grasping at straws. Looking for some sort of plausible explanation as to why it wasn’t as bad as I remembered.

“Oh, come off it. You kissed your best friend when you were 16. You were into it, then ran away from who you are like a coward. I didn’t make that up, but I couldn’t have asked for a better story.”

“Shut up.” I spit, white hot anger pumping through my bloodstream.

“Poor Gabriel. The look on his face when you rejected him.”

“I said shut up.” My voice is louder, cutting through the room like a sword slices through ice.

“He really loved you, you know. He thought you may actually understand him…”

“Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!” I scream, eyes filling up with tears. Something in me snaps then. I reach for Killian, untying his feet first, then moving to his wrist. Killian smiles at me as if he’s finally gotten his way. My fingers brush against Killian’s soft skin, sending a jolt of something through my system. I ignore it, allowing my rage to fill me.

Once the ropes are detached from the post, I gather the ropes attached to both of his hands in mine. I then pull Killian off the bed, his body thumping loudly on the hardwood floor below him. I ignore whatever Killian is saying. I can’t keep listening to this demon. It’s messing with my head. I’ve got to perform the exorcism. It’s now or never.

I drag Killian across the floor to an exposed beam in the ceiling. I throw the ends of the rope around it, then I brace my feet on the floor and pull. Once the demon is hanging with his tiptoes barely touching the ground, I loop the rope around a support beam, securing it tightly.

“Oh, now it’s getting kinky.” Killian smiles, as if he doesn't have a care in the world. His long body is stretched tight, thin shorts clinging to his hips.He’s hard again, that much is clear, and that just angers me more. The dim light in the room creates shadows and contours along Killian’s body like infinite space riddled with black holes, no God to be found.

“You just don’t know when to quit. You’re not winning this, and now I’m gonna make it painful for you.” I turn to grab the bottle of holy water, along with my Bible. I flip to the page I was on and begin to read out loud. Killian laughs, almost manically.

“You’re pissed off because a boy got your panties all wet in high school and now, you’re taking it out on me? That’s not very forgiving of you. Didn’t the big J teach you anything?” Killian asks, white teeth glimmering the light. His incisors look sharp, as if they could pierce skin. A shiver goes down my spine.

“Don’t call Jesus that. And you are beyond forgiveness.” I splash some holy water on Killian’s erection, smiling when the skin underneath the shorts hisses and steams in reaction to the holy water. Killian doesn't react, though. Doesn't even wince, and that just makes the rage in my system double.

“I am everything you wish you could be.” Killian smiles again, that eerie smile that makes my hair stand on end.

“I never wished to be an evil abomination.” I throw more holy water on him, and it hisses when it hits his skin, like cold water being splashed on a hot burner. A small hole has formed in his shorts, the fabric eaten away by the heat.

“Isn’t that what your father called it?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, my movements pausing with my confusion.

“Isn’t that what your father called it? Kissing a boy on the bridge. Getting hard from the thought. Didn’t your father call that an ‘evil abomination’?” Killian’s voice is soft, almost innocent as he looks at me curiously.

“My father was a great, godly man!” More water lands on Killian’s skin, leaving red marks in its wake. Usually, the holy water makes demons blister, but Killian is clearly not like most demons. I am too angry to even consider that right now. I need him to stop fucking talking about the kiss.

“Maybe we aren’t so different after all. Since you get off on kissing boys, we are the same in your father’s eyes.” Killian’s smile is sweet, but hiseyes remain cold, reminding me of everything he is.

“We arenothingalike!” I bellow, dropping my Bible in anger. It lands on the wooden floor with a thump. I don't even glance down. I just stare at Killian wishing I could shoot daggers with my eyes.

“Filthy abomination. Isn’t that what the Bible calls you? Isn't that what you just called me?” I know that Killian is just trying to bait me. Make me lose my temper. And it’s working. I am so angry right now, I could spit fire so hot, it would rival the flames of Hell.

“I have repented for my sins. God has forgiven me.”

I used to be sure of that statement. Used to have no doubt whatsoever that God had forgiven me for the misgivings of my younger years, but doubt has started to creep in. I walk over to where I had laid the golden cross down, flipping it over in my hand, enjoying the weight of it.

“He certainly didn’t take away your urges,” Killian says, and I turn toward him. As I get closer, I throw more holy water on Killian, most landing on his shorts. The smell of burnt fabric hits mynostrils. I glance down. Half of the shorts have melted away. A few limp pieces are left hanging off Killian’s hard cock, covering it just enough. All I can see is pale white skin, and it’senticing.

“Yes, He did. He’s all powerful,” I respond, almost distractedly. The only piece of fabric left on Killian’s cock has fallen off, revealing the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. It’s perfect. Long and thick with blue veins and a pink head. I lick my lips.

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