Sinners and saints (Radiodust saint au)

✧*̥˚Chapter Eleven*̥˚✧

 Epilogue

Word spread above, of the beloved priest and acolyte being outed as murderers and cannibals that fed human flesh to those in the hostel, all the way even to the international section of the New York Times newspaper, where Molly Ragno had spotted the segment whilst eating breakfast and suddenly became catatonic with shock and disbelief.

The dog-mauled and shot-up bodies of Father Alastor LeBlanc and Angelo Ragno were taken to the closet town, where they were given no rites and pauper's burials in the forest, no grave markers to indicate they had ever existed in the first place. Even a year down the road when Molly felt that she had to see, to KNOW, no one could tell her where they were, and she feared the loss of her faith entirely knowing she'd never see her brother again.

Which was not entirely true.

Hell's Cathedral, as it came to be called, was a new landmark and a staple of Pentagram City, whether anyone wanted it to be or not. Overlords aplenty attempted to tear 'the eyesore' down to no avail. The structure itself could scarcely be harmed, and the demons inside...

Were they to agree to the terms, there was no doubt that they would definitely be considered overlords themselves. The few who went into the cathedral and came back out spoke of a priest who preached as he would alive, welcoming any and all to join him and his companion in redeeming themselves of Hell, as was the will that God had given them.

Ridiculousness, some demons spat. There had been cult leaders aplenty who had come and gone in Hell's unmerciful circles, and they were always dealt with accordingly either by Exterminators or overlords with holy weapons themselves. These two would be no different, they thought.

They thought wrong. So very wrong.

The first Extermination came, and the priest had opened his doors wide to anyone seeking shelter. Few took up that offer, and many saw the Extermination angels peruse the cathedral and some even go inside.

Those that did, did not come back out.

A demon who had used the cathedral as a shelter took to the streets, beating his breast and crying praises of the 'miracle' he had witnessed. The priest and his companion stood before the Exterminator with open arms, joyfully recanting scripture, when the Exterminator had pierced through them with its spear, only to falter when the attack did nothing. The priest's joy turned to anger as he grabbed the spear in turn and used it to lance the Exterminator, shouting about it being 'fallen', with no right to stand before God once more in Heaven before turning to the others.

Those within the cathedral remained unharmed, through wide open doors and three dead Extermination angels crucified outside the day after.

Demons who spoke the scripture, remained unharmed by holy weapons, killed angels without effort. To a small demographic in the Pentagram, it spoke to them, moved them to enter the cathedral looking for what was being freely offered.

So very, very few ever left, just enough for the new legends to be given names.

The Demon Priest and his Acolyte.

They never left the cathedral, keeping themselves and the small handful of followers inside safe, loved, faithful, and healthy. Some demons came in, and did not leave for other reasons they quickly learned.

Angelo, the Acolyte, was a beautiful demon. Merely watching him perform his duties was irresistible to a good number of demons, who had no qualms about attempting to tap into the well of pure lust they felt coming from him. Those who laid hands on Angelo, who touched, kissed, and even attempted to use force, quickly found themselves at the nonexistent mercy of the Demon Priest.