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Did she witness what she once looked like in his eyes? Did she dig through all those layers to see the hopelessness he hid so fucking well?
The chain began to shatter as the glowing magic that was ready to surge out reached the neck restraint. Everything was in slow motion at this point, and as destructive as it was about to become, I was lost in how horrendously beautiful the execution of William’s next move was.
His body suddenly was engulfed with prism energy that mimicked Loki’s while golden strings emerged from streams of white and wrapped around Arthur’s neck the moment the collar burst into shattered pieces.
The aftershock was surely going to hit us, and my own demonic magic rushed swiftly to make a layer of protection around myself, William, and even Arthur, but what stole my attention as we were seconds from being pushed back was the mesmerizing incantation that wrapped around Arthur’s neck in place of the scabbed flesh of red.
The incantation reminded me of a braid, the lines entwining all around while black feathers hung from the bottom part of the magic piece. Above it was a pattern of circles, and within those was a lined star that reminded me of Neo’s eyes that carried magic circles within their depths.
To finish the design off was a tiny scythe—the pole of it hanging at the edge of the tatted collar below his Adam’s apple while the designed blade glowed a dangerous mix of red and orange.
The color simply reminded me of the very flames of hell, and yet its significance had to pertain to whom Arthur truly was.
Like a snap of one’s fingers, time clicked back into place and the aftershock that hit us sent everyone off their feet.
Our screams and outcries were lost in the sizzling sound of combustion as shattered glass was the next to add to the deafening sound that left our ears ringing.
We’d clearly crashed into multiple things because when I came out of brief unconsciousness, all I could see was wood stacked on top of me.
“Saint?!”Dimitris was calling me specifically, but I was struggling to not fall back into the depths of the darkness.
This reminded me of something I’d surely forgotten, and yet it began rolling in my mind as I slipped under once more.
“You thinkbecause you’re older now, you have power over us?” Father Christopher snarled before his foot kicked me in the torso.
I coughed and proceeded to wheeze, my body struggling to get a single breath in after the painful treatment I’d been through.
I lay upon the wooden floors of the dim church, naked and utterly humiliated.
A hand suddenly gripped my throat and I was thrown against the firm surface of the confessional box. The door began to close behind him, and all I could do was panic for I knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Not again…please. Not again. Anything but that.
My eyes blurred with tears as they were locked on those blue ones that were so far from the kind, innocent spheres that the rest of the world got to witness during the day.
This man was a sinner.
A villain hidden under cloaks of white and a mask of holiness.
If they knew even a hint of what he did to me within the shadows, no one would praise him for being one of the most loyal within the Vatican’s reign of power.
“The only cock you’re going to suck is mine, you hear?” he snarled up close so his obnoxious breath of smoke and alcohol would fill my nostrils and ignite fear within my broken soul. “You will date women until you find your mate. When you find her, you’ll still have to fulfill my needs when I fucking need it. I should never see you being intimate with another man but me and anyone I approve of in exchange for connections and power. If I dare see you looking flirtatious with another male in a single photo, I’ll ensure the next punishment leaves a permanent mark on your white flesh, you hear me, boy?!”
“Y-Y-Yes, Father,” I choked out through his tight grip.
He dropped me the next second, and I was given only five to fight for breath before he yanked my head back so I was forced to acknowledge what was going to happen next.
As if he wouldn’t tell me himself.
"Now you’re going to repent for your sins. I must revoke the demons that dare to convert you into some gay fiend! The church does not support those who steer away from the scripture. This is why I have to fuck that combative mouth of yours. Dare let another man fuck you and I’ll gladly revoke the demons out of you through the other hole of yours.”
He laughed and leaned in to whisper, “And I won’t be gentle in the slightest, Alexander. Remember that.”
“If you’re fucking dead,I’m going to be so disappointed.”
The words were followed with a slap against my flesh that had my eyes snapping open and my clawed hand around the neck of whoever dared to strike me.
The hiss that ignited from my move was followed by a set of hands gripping my wrists for dear life.
