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“Like what?” Garfield chipped in. “Rape him?”
“W-W-What?!” Christopher was flabbergasted.
“All you church leaders are the same. Appease your sexual kinks in a form of punishment. My brother dealt with the same shit. Alas, he died after getting his cock cut off, fried, and fed to him before he was burned to death,” he summarized, pointing to what Willow had done to the old safe house. “A shame, but he was honestly weak. I, on the other hand, wouldn’t believe a grown ass Dark Lord would let a weakling like you still fuck him in the mouth like he’s but a boy.”
I shivered at those words while I mentally fought not to panic. If I did, I’d give up our location and we’d be fucked.
A hand lightly lay upon my left hand, and I simply peered up to see it was Arthur’s. His eyes were still peering forward as if he could see what was commencing even though we were covered in broken wood, but the affectionate form of comfort was actually appreciated.
"Your Vatican punishments are your business anyways,” Garfield concluded. “We’ll no longer meddle in your affairs.”
“What?!” Christopher gasped and quickly followed with, “I thought we had an agreement? We’d be paid heftily for our cooperation as well as given the resources to continue collecting sacrificial blood for our chalice.”
Garfield was the one who began to laugh, and the sound was shiver-inducing.
“Are you attempting to say that we’re in debt of your services?” he offered. “It’s funny to even attempt to acknowledge such when your pitiful organization can’t even stop their god from doing a gay photoshoot.”
“We weren’t aware of what was happening, but the plane incident solved the problematic issue!” Christopher noted as if it were a fact.
“Did it?” Garfield didn’t sound convinced. “Ah. I see. Did you believe because NYC is burning on such a holy holiday like today that the photo of William De Luca being kissed by Saint Alexander on a throne with Loki Charm’s presence wasn’t going to trend worldwide?”
The news surprised me tremendously, but then again, it could have been why I’d been so high on power earlier.
The power seemingly drifted into Willow, which may have been why she’d almost gone off the rails and was on the verge of eating Christopher’s soul.
"I-I-I’m—”
“Impossible?” Garfield finished the word and dramatically sighed. “You know that song. London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down? Do you believe the rest of the world would be on pause because a bridge in London is falling down?”
His offered example only encouraged him to keep going with the point at hand.
"It’s a shame that your own god set you guys up without realizing it and yet you have the audacity to stand here, dumbfounded, that a picture of your Dark Lord is trending and honestly making a mockery of your church behind closed doors. Your Dark Lord is not only flaunting the obvious mate mark on the back of his hand that I was sure belonged to De Luca but is sitting next to our property who was stolen from us after we’d worked very diligently to keep Loki in our captivity.”
“I-I can fix this,” Christopher pleaded, which only made the queen laugh.
“How? Tell me how you’ll fix what has unraveled because of your blind eye?” she offered. “Do you think we don’t know how your Dark Lord gains power? It’s not simply sex. It’s just a tiny little boost of power ecstasy delivers to the tainted being. What fills his bowl of power is attention. Outpouring attention, gossip, mayhem. Your Dark Lord went with that photo shoot with the intention of stealing the world’s attention, which would empower him, and then proceeded to lay his burning mark on these lands as a clear warning of what will happen if you guys dare to take control of him. I was able to figure that out in mere seconds of arriving here, and yet all of this unfolded before you and it’s only now sinking in because I’ve broken it down for you. A pity.”
“Vile Queen, please!” Christopher begged.
“One minute you were wondering where your payment and promised assets are and now you’re begging for our mercy without us stating the consequences we’re going to enjoy laying upon you. How pathetic,” Garfield mocked.
“I was a blind fool! We all were. We’ve been desperate for power. Our chalice is nearly empty. You know it can’t remain empty!”
“Ah,” the Vile Queen hummed. “I know all too well of the Chalice of Sin. Wasn’t it made from the blood of two male lovers who used magic to conceive?”
What?
"It was, Your Majesty,” Garfield agreed. “In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, it was bestowed to the church for safe keeping until that child rose into his position as a Dark Lord so he’d be offered it and bestowed the blessings reserved for his reign. “
My heart fucking stopped.
"The son was conceived by shadow magic by his fathers, who were slain by the very church for committing such a crime. Little did you guys know that those men entwined the power of the church into their son’s existence, meaning if he was killed, the entire structure of the church across the universe would crumble as punishment for committing such a treacherous sin upon the holy grounds of blessed scriptures,” the queen revealed. “Have I mentioned I enjoy doing my research when I commit to temporary alliances? It helps to ensure I know all my facts. You know, in case I need to blackmail.”
She tried to sound so innocent and pure, but the true mockery in her voice was as clear as day.
"You should pray your Dark Lord perishes, for I’m sure if he finds out the truth as to why he’s but an orphan in this world, it would be rather catastrophic to your organization that relies on his stability. You already witnessed firsthand what happens when you attempt to take what he’s publicly deemed as his,” she offered in dismay as she tsked. “Now how would he react knowing the church killed his fathers, brought him up as an orphan, seduced his mate and encouraged her death, and sold the little boy that showed signs of being the Dark Lord’s second mate.”
What…?
