𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

it's a sin • ryo x male reader

art cred: @ bossmonsterbani

a/n: oh my god y'all i'm sorry for taking way
longer this time, i haven't been doing so well mentally and i was considering taking a break for the sake of my mental health but i'm not for sure yet. this doesn't mean imma stop the book nah if anything happens i WILL continue this till it gets to 100 parts 😩 but this was more my apology for not finishing this earlier but skipping that HIIII
how y'all hotties doing omg this was another request that i went 👹 on like when i got the idea for the plot i told my friends and they went "GIRL 😐" anyways what's the tea for now, a guy was hitting on me but mf was very MUSTYY and like i tried to get him off my dms and shit so i sent him a pegging meme and he was like "is that pegging bc i don't want any of that going in my ass" AND THEN HE SENDS ME SEGGS POSITIONS LIKE MF LEAVE ME ALONE 😭 this why i don't trust strag mfs for like ugh 🙄 oh yeah i changed the cover bc i was like "let's spice her up 😏"

OKAY REGARDING THE FIC

warnings: heavy religious themes (christian & being anti church), cussing, fighting, homophobia (😐), sui****
[also set in a different timeline]

^tbh proof reading this idfk what i was on while writing

word count: 5700+

the village reeked of unbearable dullness, muddy pathways and the gloomed attire served as uniforms for all residing in this town. bleak and grey, day and night. no matter the time of day or even year the clouds blanketed the sunlight. there was no escape in this town as it seemed to fit, so organized, so neat. as the pastor had discussed verses and lines scripted in the heavy leathered book he carried about in his own black attire. how often they preached of the lord, seeming as the priest himself was an angel sent down by god. but he was no angel, no. not even i would follow under his words that many followed like puppets to a string, though not even i would rebel against the church. father ordered me since childhood to follow the ways of the church, the ways of god, the ways to stay pure and hopefully carry on his traditions with my own family. as much as i wanted to make father happy as he raised me and was so prideful of his son, i did not want to follow what i believed were lies. following these words like sheep, the pastor was leading this town off a cliff with no one questioning why they were heading off the edge.

at a young age i believed these ways were what was right, if you disobeyed or fell in sin you would be damned to eternal punishment. it wasn't until witnessing the punishment, no, the execution of the woman i had once looked up to. she was fearless yes, stubborn to say the least as she fought even until the rope burning the skin of her neck had finally drawn the last fight in her. that woman was my mother. father had never told me exactly what her "sins" were, but making out the minor details of what she had tried to show me were against gods ideals. to question his ways meant you did not love god. her ideas had made me begin to question everything i was taught, even asking my own questions to the teachers though being met with burning pain and red stained hands from the amount of times i was hit.

it's just a phase is what my father told the pastor, i would get over it eventually as many kids with vivid imaginations are full of curiosity. it wasn't until my questions had angered the nuns to the point where i was locked in a room away, with no interaction. assuming i was somehow possessed by a demon that was filling my young mind with such ungodly thoughts. it had registered to me that this was nonsense. everything they taught was to brain wash us, to have us not be able to think with our own minds. this angered me, how they were able to get away with so much terror in this lonesome town isolated from the rest of the world. but to continue these actions would mean the same fate as my mother. truly, it did not seem the most horrible of ideas. but there was in no way i would allow myself to die by the hands of these filthy monsters. the demons they spoke of were not merely as horrible as the demons they were themselves.