Magic Coffee

Innocence

~ A few days after the slaughter

Lunch went well and when it came time for us all to retire to our dorms I went into mine only to change right away before teleporting myself to the building of mutilated corpses. I cleaned up any evidence of Lye or me being there with magic. Then I went to the camera room and deleted any footage that may contain me or Lye before getting rid of the equipment altogether and turning it into a liquor storage room. I called it in and then waited on a rooftop nearby till I saw the police arrive with a crime scene investigator task force. I watched as a few came back out to puke before going back in.

With that, I then went to the church on the other side of the city. 

I walked in knowing where I was going and went straight to the confessional booth. I had done my research on the priest that sat there now. I had waited for this moment for a few days now and as I sat down I turned on my camera. "Forgive me, Father..." I said as I waited for him to talk.

"For what my child?"

"For I have found out your sins," I responded only to hear a small quiet gasp from the man. 

"What do you mean?" With that question, I began to list off the names of a dozen children who had made similar if not identical statements on what this man had done to them. Each one ranging in age from 8 to 14

"Father, how do you feel knowing you have 'damned' these innocent children and diminished not only the confidence in their safety but in their parents for not believing them? How do you feel knowing that these children are no longer children but survivors of your sickness? That they find no safety in god or in a house of god thanks to the trauma you have put on to them?"

"I don't know what you mean child. Who are you and why have you come to harass me?" He asked sounding slightly agitated and nervous. 

"I am the person these children called upon when no one else would hear them out. Now tell me, Father, are you going to atone for your sins by praying for forgiveness from god or from me? Will I have to get your confession by force or with cooperation? Father, you will pay for the damage you have caused it's your choice on how." I continued waiting for some sort of reaction. 

"I never touched those children! I am one of god's disciples and I have done no wrong!" He yelled before clearing his throat. 

"Hmm, interesting. I don't recall telling you what they accused you of Father. You have just put yourself in quite a predicament now. Why did you touch them, Father? Did you have the same thing done onto you at a young age? Did you do it to feel power over them?"

"You - You devil spawn! How dare you accuse a worker of god of such vial things!" I got up then and walked around to the side he sat on and opened the door. 

"Father I am not accusing you of anything. I am stating facts I have heard and things I know. Tell me Father what exactly was going through your head when you touched those children?! What made you think you could take their innocence from them and leave them damaged, scared, and confused?! To leave them Faithless in the house of god! Somewhere they were told they would be safe and protected!" A knife appeared in the priest's hand then and he slashed it at me. As I jumped back he took that chance to try and make a run for it. I chased after him then and tackled him down as I chanted an illusionary spell causing us to see all the children he had scarred mentally. "What do you have to say to these children?! The children you hurt!" I asked as I allowed him to look up and see the illusion. 

"You wretches! I should have made it so you wouldn't have ever spoken about it! You are all damned and will be punished in the name of god!" 

"You dare blame those children for the shit you did to them? Do you think they asked to be touched and humiliated by a disgusting man like you?! You make me fucking sick, and I hope to whatever god is out there that you rot in the most miserable place in existence." My phone began to ring then and I had to clear my throat to answer it so he couldn't hear just how angry I was. "What do you need Eraser?" I asked as soon as I answered the call.