"Forgive me lord, for I have committed an abysmal act of sin..." the sorrow filled minister said, his teary eyes locked onto the ten foot tall recreation of Jesus nailed to the cross built into the church's stained glass windows, his voice a trembling mess.
"I have looked at another man indecently, giving them a disgusting homo-erotic flirtatious comment. I know that your holy teachings can save me from an eternity of burning in the fiery pits of hell. I know you put me on this earth to fulfill a great purpose, and I wish to be forgiven for this horrific act I have done..."
The minister was all alone in the church, his almost sobbing tone echoing off of the freshly painted walls, his sobs of him pleading forgiveness falling upon deaf ears.
These pleas were soon drowned out by a neighboring striking clock that begun ringing.
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The bell had rung out eight times, meaning that it was eight-o-clock. This also happened to be the absolute latest that the minister could stay in the church at any given time. With a tearful sigh, he slowly stood up and began both collecting his things, while also collecting his composure. Wiping the tears from his face away with his brown trench coat sleeve, he quietly left the church, hitting the light switch on the way out.
This was a usual day for the guy. Since birth he has had religious teachings thrusted upon him from a plethora of different individuals, told being gay was a shameful sin, that he would go to hell if he ever even so much as looked at a man in any perverted manner. As a young child he thought these were indeed confusing, but over time the words began seeping deep into his brain, permanently altering how he thought of the world around him. Even when he became a certified minister at the age of 20, he still held onto the beliefs his family corrupted his mind with, leading him down a path of blinded preaching.
Every day he'd come into the church with the goals in mind to make his voice become heard among everyone in attendance that day. However, this has led to some unfavorable encounters with people who, to put it nicely, didn't quite agree with him. But, these setbacks didn't detour him from what he wanted to do. Rather, that would be due to an achingly loud voice that constantly whispers in the back of his head, especially at times he wishes it wouldn't.
The voice would say things the minister doesn't want to hear. Flirtatious words towards other men, hostility towards those who believe in the church's words, a varying level of hateful swear words, and a lot of other quite mortifying things. He was convinced the voice was Satan trying to pollute his thoughts, planning to use his body as a vessel to commit his vial acts toward mankind.
Very little did he let it interfere with his work, instead opting to pray vigorously in order to suppress the sinful thoughts. Days where the voice became louder and more prominent were days where he stayed at the church until eight at night. He always spent the five hours he had alone praying for forgiveness on these kinds of days. Days like today were what "those kinds of days" consisted of.
It was earlier in the morning, the sun barely having just risen as the striking clock's bell rung out nine times. The more chipper than usual minister was standing beside the entry door to the church, greeting newcomers and frequent visitors alike as they entered. Among these recurring attendees was a lanky man named Teddy. He often visited the church with a family of three, consisting of a mother and two other brothers. The entire family, which all together made four, were varying in their ages. While the mother looked to be about in her mid to late 50's, the three brothers all seemed to be years apart from each other in age.
While the slim man seemed to be roughly in his late 20's, both of his younger brothers seemed to be still under the age of 18, although the taller one oddly enough seemed younger.
As the family filed into the church, the minister's eyes locked on the backside of the tall man. He could feel as the devil's voice loudly echoed inside the back of his head, his words so loud it felt like there was a speaker implanted inside of him. The crooked, twisted voice of the satanic beast became like knives to his head, the words feeling like they were dancing around his skull.
Within seconds, the words began spilling out of his mouth like water coming out of a faucet. He felt like his body wasn't his own as he began speaking.
"Damn Ted, you got a fat ass." he commented, the words tasting like rat poison to him.
His reaction came almost immediately after he finished speaking, his eyes winding while his expression contorted into one of looking mortified beyond recognition.
He reflectively gagged, almost feeling like he was about to vomit up blood. Just as fast the flirtatious words had left his lips, an apology came just as fast.
Rather than what he thought would be a gaze of absolute revulsion, the slim waisted man turned back to the minister and gave a slightly seductive smirk.
"You aren't too bad looking yourself, Lumine." he replied before blowing a kiss in the distraught cleric's direction. This encounter was the catalyst for him staying until the church had to be closed that night. It's also the reason he had a strange, looming feeling of regret stabbing his back, it's burning hot blade sliding deeper into his sizzling flesh with each passing minute that ticked by. It was a pained feeling he knew that would be stuck to him for life, no matter how much prayed for forgiveness.
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Lumine tiredly entered his house, his body aching more than it usually would when he got home. As he removed his shoes and coat, the pain only seemed to get worse. It shot from his back to his knees as he stripped down to his shirt and boxers. He figured it was just from the hours he spent on his knees praying though, so he groggily trudged his way up to his room. His bed felt like heaven the moment his body came into contact with it, a feeling of ease and relief washing over him in an instant.
His soft mattress felt like it engulfed him as his eyelids quickly began feeling like five ton weights. They slowly shut as the exhausted minister drifted off to sleep, the sounds of the nighttime outdoors and darkness welcoming him with open arms.
However, this only lasted for a few hours, as a feeling of hunger rudely stirred the sleepy Lumine awake from his slumber. This hunger was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It felt almost urgent that he got food into his system. With this feeling of an extreme need to feast, he forced himself out of the comfort of his bed to make his way to his dark kitchen.
He crept quietly through his halls, the feeling of being watched itching inside of his head. Why did he feel like eyes were glued to him? After all, he lived alone in his house and didn't normally feel like he was being stalked by an invisible threat.
The feeling quickly gave way however when his stomach began grumbling, craving food. Before the minister could reach his fridge, what he saw in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He'd passed a mirror that was in his living room adjacent to the kitchen when he saw something in the reflection that didn't look like him. He stopped dead in his tracks, his body almost shaking.
He slowly heel-turned and stepped backwards until he was face to face with the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was one that sent him into a terrified, frozen state of panic. It was him, but with an entirely different look. He had the body and look of what could be described as a demonic succubus, his entire body appearing as a hyper-sexualized, but more feminine version of himself. His frozen fear turned into something else. He felt his hands grab the cross necklace he was wearing as he began reciting a prayer. Before he could even get an entire sentence out though, the reflection made a twisted smile, it's jaw opening wider than humanly possible. It reached its hands out as it whispered to Lumine. It's words engraved themselves into his mind, those haunting words being;
"Ça fait tellement longtemps. J'ai manqué de te voir si terrifiée. Maintenant, va dormir."
With those words, the minister felt as his body became heavy. He fell hard to the ground, his head spinning as his vision blurred. The pain he would of felt from how hard he fell never came. Rather, his body continued to feel like it was becoming heavier and heavier. The darkness of the nighttime consumed him once more, and so did the shadows of his dark past.
Little did he know this was only the beginning of his descent into madness...but also into discovering what was being kept from him his whole life.
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I hope anyone reading at least semi enjoyed this messy first chapter I decided to write jbdjfnfj.
If you guys really want more, I will provide. Plus, this is really only the beginning of the poor minister's suffering.
Hope you enjoyed reading this train wreck, love y'all.
