Page 92 of Pope's Penance

“Something that I should have done a long fucking time ago.You’re sick motherfuckers and you’re a waste of space on this planet.”

“We’re your parents.”

My laugh has a hysterical tinge to it as my blood pumps through my veins.“You’renothingto me.”

“He’s ready for you,” Gavel says tonelessly.

“Cillian, that’s your son,” Diana cries.

“My Eoghan died a long time ago.You’re kneeling before my son,” he says, nodding to me.

“Eoghan, help me.Why aren’t you fighting this?”she pleads with the monster on the slab as he stares at us blankly.

I lift my gun, stroking it down her cheek.“Don’t worry, Mother.We’ll all reunite in hell eventually.”

She sags in her bonds, bows her head, and begins to pray.

Eoghan’s eyes follow me as I climb the steps to the altar.

“This could go pretty easily, you know,” I tell him, holstering my gun and picking up the scalpel from the kit Butcher laid out for me.“Did you know that without eyelids, your eyes will dry out?Have you ever had dry eyes, Eoghan?It’s irritating, but it eventually becomes painful if you don’t lubricate them.I’m sure there’s a chance your sight would eventually become fucked-up if you don’t take care of them, but you won’t be alive long enough to find out.Just long enough to experience as much pain as possible before I send you to hell.What do you know about Rose Dwyer and the son she had?”

Something akin to recognition flashes across his face before his lips curl into a cruel smile.“She asked for it.That girl was a Jezebel.”

“She was a fucking child, you useless sack of flesh,” I scream in his face.

Butcher holds Eoghan’s head still as I grasp the eyelashes of one lid, and pull it out enough that the scalpel moves through it slick as butter.Pain flares in the blue depths, but he doesn’t make a sound.

Flicking it at Diana, I watch it smack her in the face.I laugh as she screams behind the duct tape across her mouth before repeating the steps with Eoghan’s other eyelid.

“Have you had any contact with Frankie?He has your evil blood running through his veins, so I figured you’d be drawn to each other.”

“Sounds like him and I would have had some fun together.I’m disappointed I won’t get the chance,” Eoghan taunts.

“I’m sure you’ll get a visit from him in hell.”

“Son, the only one going to hell is you.God will forgive me, and I’ll see the pearly gates.”

“Add delusional to the list of what’s wrong with you,” I mutter, reaching over to grab the hammer.

Savior steps up behind my father and yanks his head back before spitting in his face.“You’ll be the first one God will cast out.Banished to the bowels of hell, where the demons will use your body as their personal playground.”

I twirl the hammer around in a circle, warming it up for my swing.

His ugly, flaccid dick hangs uselessly between his legs.It’s done too many bad, bad things.

“If you’re happy and you know it, smash his dick,” I sing as the face of the hammer lands between his legs.

“Woo, boy.Listen to that squeal,” Pretty Boy crows.

“If you’re happy and you know it, smash his dick.”I swing until blood coats the altar.“If you’re happy and you know it, and you really want to show it, smash his dick.”

The pain becomes too much for Eoghan and vomit spews from him, dripping down his chest and mixing with the mess that used to be his dick.

I set the hammer down with a sigh.“You know you’re going to die today.”

“I don’t fear death.My god will welcome me with open arms.He forgives me.”

“We’re going to tear this entire organization apart.There’s more of you, all connected in one filthy ring, but we won’t rest until we’ve burned every fucking church hosting these depraved parties to the ground.You’ve gotten away with your sick shit for too long.It’s kismet, really, that the devil of your own making will be the one to end your cult of rapists and pedophiles.”

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