Page 45 of Song of Tenebrae

“No!” She screams, the word ends on a sob, “no, fuck, yes, yes!” Her pussy clamps down on me and I punish her further as I forcefully thrust through it, chasing my own fucking release. I know a condom would be sensible but I couldn’t care less about sense when I have my demon bleeding and coming undone around me.

I thrust in one final time and grunt as my cock is milked dry by her hot pussy. When I pull out, I reach between her legs, and swipe my fingers through her again, holding up the evidence of her pain in front of her face.

“This is what you get to look forward to every day for the rest of your life.” I taunt.

I’m surprised when I hear her snort, “does that mean you’re ready for round two, old man?”

A hard laugh bubbles up out of me before I can stop it and I ease her off the tiles. I press her back to my chest and walk her into the cooling water, “wash yourself, or else I’m gonna have to do it with my tongue.”

She shakes her head and steps under the spray as I step out of the stall. I grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around my waist, heading back into her bedroom. Tonight will be the last night she spends here; she belongs with me now in my room, and for the rest of her life.

I stand in front of her vanity table and finger all her makeup, finding a bottle of perfume. I bring it up to my nose and it is the same scent I smelled on Hail. The thought has my stomach souring again. Would he have done the things Tempest is saying? Break into her house and steal her belongings? Watched her while she slept? I will fucking kill him if he did.

“I can’t walk. So, when people make fun of me tomorrow, you can explain it.” Demon grumbles as she walks out of the bathroom, completely naked.

“Looks like you’re begging me for more.” I state as I give her a once over.

“I sleep naked,” she falls into her bed and moans around the sheets. Her eyes are already closing but I see my knife in her hand. “Come to bed, Raiden.” She mumbles.

I drop my towel and crawl up her bed, grabbing my knife from her hand. I close it but her hand snaps out, grabbing my wrist. “Tell me why you need to make me bleed.”

My first instinct is to say no; I don’t want to open myself up to anyone and especially not for my past. “I had a rough life.”

“And?” she presses. “So did I but I’m not gutting people for it.”

“Torrent and I lost our parents when we were young. He was my little brother and I promised my parents I would take care of him. They were hit by a drunk driver and died a few days later.” I decide to tell her everything, “without any other family to take us, we were put in the system and ended up at Loving Beginnings Orphanage. It was a Catholic institute and run by nuns.”

“Fuck,” she hisses, probably guessing where this was going.

“Hail and Squall were in the same home and have their own stories to tell. But we grew up together and were raised as good Catholic children. Mass was twice a week and we had a priest who fucking adored us.”

“No.” She murmurs.

“He made sure to bless us each night after mass, rotating between us.” I hear her gasp and continue, “Torrent was young and I really believe he came out of it the most damaged but we all have problems. That’s why we were easily swayed by another religion that went against everything that was Christian. We were once again sucked in and used.” I take a deep breath, “I’ve killed many people for this religion and only recently learned it was all a lie. Satanism isn’t about sacrificing people to better yourself, it isn’t about rituals that instill fear and forcing its followers into contracts for life. We were hoodwinked by another organization - a cult - that called themselves followers of Satan.”

“The Illuminati.”

“We were forced to sign our lives over as the cost for fame and wealth. We did it without question and revelled in killing innocent Catholics, we were seekingretributionafter all. It felt good to have their blood coat our skin and laugh at their god for not protecting them. Until one day I met someone I couldn’t kill.”

“Who?” She sounds wide awake now.

“You.” I turn to look into her wide grey eyes, “Kenny and the elders found you and suggested we go to The Temple to pick out our next girls. We only sacrificed one a year but this year was different, we wanted a career revival, and maybe another hit record. We were told three sacrifices would do it and we were prepared, until I met you. I fought it every step of the way and begged the Elders to consider someone else, but no, they wanted you.”

“Why me?”

“Because they saw me when they looked at you, our pain is hidden behind a strong exterior, but it’s still there,” I lean forward and look into her eyes, “in our eyes. They knew you would become the weakness you are.”

“I make you weak?”

“Unequivocally, but you’re also healing a part of me that I thought was long gone.” I kiss her softly.

“What part of you?” she asks.

“My humanity, as soon as I found out you were supposed to die, it was like a switch came on, and I changed. For you.”

She grabs my knife back just as her eyes close and cradles it against her chest. As soon as her eyes are shut, mine follow, and I drift off with her scent so close.

Incognitus

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