Page 15 of Unholy

“Me leaving when you ask would hardly be a test. How would you prove your renewed loyalty to the big daddy upstairs if I just left?” the demon asks, and… wait. Does he have a point? I was just thinking about how Killian being here had to be a test. That if I was able to resist him once and for all, then maybe I would feel God again. Maybe I would earn His forgiveness. But how will I pass this test? Already my body reacts to Killian.

“I should have stabbed you while I had the chance.” I look the demon in the eyes, and he doesn’t react for several seconds. Finally, his face breaks into a smile. Wide and brilliant, as if I didn’t just threaten him.

“There’s that spark I was looking for, dove.” Killian looks pleased, and my entire body reacts to it. It's like Iwantto please the demon.

“You’re lying.” I blurt the words out, like a sinner confessing a sin.

“About what?” the demon asks, still smiling.

“About the spell,” I explain.

“This again?” Killian rolls his eyes, turning around the room as if frustrated. “I. Did. Not. Put. A. Spell. On. You. I cannot put spells on people. I can use my persuasion to make them recall memories and maybe tamper with dreams, but I cannot force people to be attracted to me. I cannot force a priest to fuck me with a cross. And I surely cannot force a priest to let me fuck him while he moans my name.”

I shake my head, disbelieving.A spell. A spell! Yes. A spell. That’s the answer. But will it work?My heart speeds up in my chest at the very thought. I look around the room, trying to find something I can use to mark the demon.

“Fine, demon…”

“Killian.”

“Killian. I believe you. You didn’t use a spell. You’re right.” I stand from the bathtub, the waterrolling down my body. The demon’s eyes rake down my body, dark with desire. Perfect. “I did want all of that.” I step out of the tub, toward the demon. “I wanted you.” I wrap my hands around the nape of his neck. Killian doesn't even flinch at the sizzling. Being this close to the demon is doing something to me.No. I inwardly shake myself. I must concentrate.

“What’s this sudden change in demeanor? I thought you wanted forgiveness.” The demon’s brows draw, clearly suspicious. That doesn't stop his big hands from wrapping around my waist. It certainly doesn’t stop my body from reacting to the touch. A test. But I have a plan, and God will be so proud.

“I don’t know what I want. I know I liked what we did, and I’m confused about that.” I am struck by the honesty in my own voice. I swallow. I must not lose focus. “Can I blindfold you? Explore your body without judgment?” I hold my breath, silently praying the demon will go for this idea.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” The demon smiles, and he’s so pretty I almost forget what even asked to do.Focus, Levi, you haveto focus.

I look around the room, trying to find something to use for a blindfold. All I can find is a purificator, which is a cloth used to wipe Precious Blood from the lip of the chalice and to purify sacred vessels. It is white but still stained red from the last service. I swallow, really not wanting to use the sacred item for this purpose, but I don't really have a choice. There is nothing else in the room that will work.

“Turn around,” I say, smiling sweetly. The demon looks suspicious again, but I make my eyes bigger and look up at him through my lashes. The demon groans, then turns around obediently. A thrill shoots up my spine. Okay. Maybe I could get used to a powerful half-demon doing whatever I want with just a look.

I walk over, grabbing the purificator between two fingers. I run it over Killian’s broad shoulders playfully, needing him to believe my intentions are pure. He doesn’t move, just watches me with dark eyes. I reach up, securing the cloth around his head, tying it in the back. I look him up and down, wondering what to do next.

Killian clears his throat. “Well go on, Father, explore my body like Moses explored the desert.I fucking hope it takes forty years.” His voice is husky, as if he is barely holding back something primal in him. It spurs me into motion, walking around to the front of him.

“Tell me, Demon, did you always know about your father?” I ask. Needing a distraction, I decide to take off Killian’s shirt. As much as I’m dreading seeing those intricate tattoos spread over his perfect, porcelain skin, I have to in order for this to work. With my fingers shaking, I work on the top button.

“No. I thought I was a normal boy when I was young. Then slowly, I started having these dark thoughts. At first, I thought they were normal. I even named my alternate personality. Joked about it. But then, when I started having real urges to do terrible things, I knew something wasn’t right. That’s when he visited me.”

“Asmodeus?” I ask, slowly, ever so slowly, slipping each button from its hole, revealing more and more skin as I do so. I force myself to breathe. Force my fingers to keep working. I try to force my stirring erection to calm, but that doesn't work. I’m getting harder and harder with each button undone. It’s like the demon had flipped aswitch in me last night, one that will not go off. I will have God turn it off. He has before. He can do it again.

“Yes. He visited me in a dream. I thought I was crazy. I didn’t tell my mother or anyone. But it kept happening. The dream kept recurring, and the things he said began to make sense.” Killian hisses when my finger grazes his chest ever so lightly. I look down, finding Killian’s cock still bulging in his pants. Not fully hard but getting close. Just from my touch? This is a kind of power I have never felt.

A power God can’t give you,the voice in my head whispers.

“What did he say?” I ask, my voice cracking a bit. I swallow, trying to regulate my breathing. I use both hands to untuck the demon’s shirt.

“Said he was my father, and I needed to give in to my demon side. That I had a soul, so I needed to figure out how to burn it away.” Killian holds his arms back, allowing me to slip the fabric off. I can’t stop my fingers from tracing the contours of his chest, the light from the candles flickering off of his skin, making the tattoos appear as if they’redancing. He groans from the touch, arching into my finger for more.

“Did you figure it out?” I ask, genuinely curious. I smooth my palms over Killian's pecs and down his torso, fingers moving with the ridges and valleys of his muscles. My cock stirs, the now familiar pulling sensation behind my navel back with a vengeance. What kinds of sounds would Killian make if I kissed his chest? Bit it? He’s so responsive to me.

He’s the son of the demon of perversion. Of course, he’s responsive. He would probably be just as responsive if a cold hotdog had touched him. You are not special. Don’t let him convince you that you are,I remind myself, internally shaking my previous thoughts out of my head.

“Mostly.” Killian looks down at me, and even though he can’t see me, I can feel his gaze. I shiver, remembering what Killian said the night before. He reaches for me, and I don't step back like I should. No. I lean into his hands, closing my eyes at the touch. His fingers are gentle, moving up and down my now dry body as if memorizing it. Pleasure jolts through me, making my cocktwitch and my hands fist on the waistband of his pants.

“Let’s get these off.” When had my mouth come so close to Killian’s?The demon’s. I don't pull away. I almost close the gap. I find that I like this. This game we’re playing. I like this power I feel when I have physical effects on Killian’s body. This fire that I’m playing with is addicting. Instead of putting the fire out, I keep throwing things in to feed it. I need to stay warm when God isn’t wrapping me in His embrace.

“Father…” the demon whimpers, thrusting his hips toward me. His cock tents his pants now, and I can’t look away. My fingers shake so much, I struggle to unbutton Killian’s pants. This wasn’t a part of the plan. But plans change. I have to be convincing. I have to show God that I can avoid temptation, and what would be more tempting than a naked demon in my bathroom?

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