Devil at the Vatican (BL)

Chapter 16

The rectory was full of sin that night. It called out to Elio as his limbs tangled in the sheets, thrashing in resistance of its pull. He could feel it heat the air and lick the sweat from his damp flesh. The bed sank around him, encasing him in a muddy pond of spirals and unease.

Something cool slid across his bare chest. A swarm of air breezed into him. It was a slender hand with long strong fingers. Through this one touch, Elio was lifted from the swamp to the clouds.

"The house," Elio murmured. His own voice shocked him. It sounded so easy, so soft.

Do you want to see? I will show you.

He found himself nodding. The hand on his chest brought serenity to his aching mind, but it did not diminish the flirtation of the sin.

A curtain appeared in Elio's mind. It was woven with black fog, hanging on a rod of bones. A hand pockmarked with oozing carbuncles with short square fingers and yellow nails slid from between the curtains and pulled one open.

Beyond it, Elio could see the two priests, Landon and Ellery downstairs in the study. Landon was bent over the wooden desk with Ellery kneeling behind him, his mouth devouring Landon's ass. Elio tried to close his eyes to this vision but he had no eyelids. There was no choice but to watch. He'd agreed after all.

So he watched in disgust as he floated close and closer to Ellery, until he could specifically see the smaller priest's tongue wiggling its way into Landon's tight rectum. Though Landon's face was caught in ecstasy, both men were utterly silent. That's how Elio knew it was real.

"Is it speaking to you?" a voice from behind him said. It was the rich deep hum of Father Marcel.

"This house," Elio murmured again. He breathed deep but could barely form words from a sense of breathlessness. "It's full of sin."

He moved into the kitchen downstairs and a small room next to it where the servant boy Moses stayed. Sister Gwen stood in the doorway with a long thin rod in one hand. Moses was kneeling, facing away from her, leaning against his best with his hands clamped together. At first glance, it looked like she was supervising his prayers, but then Elio noticed the child was shirtless and his back was riddled with fresh welts.

Sister Gwen raised the rod and struck him again. It made a soft thwap sound. The boy's breath hitched, but he otherwise remained utterly silent.

"You are a wicked, wicked child," Sister Gwen hissed through clenched teeth. "I can smell the sin on you, and yet you lie and want me to believe there are no transgressions?"

Petru loomed in the hallway behind her. Sister Gwen turned to look at him, revealing the full scene of what she was doing to the boy. Petru merely turned away in disinterest and strolled into the kitchen to fetch an apple, which he ate standing in the dark, chewing to the rhythm of the boy's beating.

Floating beyond even them, Elio's view travelled through the walls and into the church itself. There he saw Father Elisha with the statue of the Virgin Mary. His old, wrinkled cock was out at half mast, and he rubbed the greasy thing against the statue's granite robe. His mouth rested near that of the statue. He breathed against her face in panting moans. Even in this state, Elio could smell the stench. The old priest palmed the breast of the statue.

Let's play, Elio. Come out. There is fun happening everywhere.

"How can I be safe here?" Elio asked, forcing himself to open his eyes. Coming fully into his own consciousness so quickly dizzied him a bit. He was still in bed with Father Marcel, whose hand rested on his chest, his fingers patting him.

"Everywhere is dangerous for you," Father Marcel said. "You will need to learn to control it."

"Do you know what is happening out there?" Elio asked. "Father Landon and..."

"I know," Marcel cut in. Elio looked at him, finding Marcel's dark eyes fixed on his lips. Immediately, Elio's mouth watered. Heat flashed through his thighs and his muscles ached.

"You allow this? What about the boy Moses? She beats him."

"We have nowhere else to place the child. Here he at least has food, clothing, and schooling. Unless... you are able to take care of him?"

He met Elio's eyes. A look passed between them that Elio couldn't explain. Something about the way that Marcel's jaw clenched, Elio wanted nothing more than to bite him there. The priest's Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Why not correct her instead? The boy deserves better."

"I go where the Church tells me to go. I do as I am instructed. Unless the child or the Sister are possessed, there is no action I will take."

Elio narrowed his eyes at him. "The same for the sodomy with your priests? And Father Elisha molesting the Virgin Mary?"

"Did the demon tell you that?" Father Marcel scoffed.

"The demon shows me. I can see as though they were in the room." Elio clenched his hands into fists, feeling his face burn with secondhand embarrassment over the actions of the others. "It's drawn to it and drawing me in."

Father Marcel's hand slid up so that his pinky now traced Elio's collarbone. He replied, "The demon inside you is bewitching your desires. It wants satisfaction."

"I think," Elio started. He took a moment to breathe. The room smelled like wool and regrets. He couldn't ignore his erection, pitching the sheets below. "I think it wants you."

He moved his hand up further, now his index finger drew a small cross on Elio's chin, brushing his bottom lip ever so slightly. "I don't think that's true, Mr. Ellsworth."

"It is. Such things are an abomination, and it disgusts me that it's filling me with such poisons."

Father Marcel paused and then withdrew his hand from touching Elio. A small smile played on his mouth. "It is a shame that the demon stole your virginity, Mr. Ellsworth."

Elio was distinctly reminded of Andries and Marvin. His wicked body was fucked by Andries, and in turn fucked Marvin. And killed both boys.

He couldn't stand the memories. He couldn't stand the weight this placed on his soul. He couldn't stand how attractive Father Marcel looked with his sleepy disarming face and relaxed eyebrows.

"Did the Church tell you to keep me alive?" Elio asked him. "You said you do what the Church tells you to do."

"I was called to do an exorcism, but it failed. I'm taking you to the Vatican for further instructions on what to do next."

"What are my options once we get there?"

Marcel thought for a moment, then turned over with his back to Elio. "You might be successfully exorcised there."

"And if I'm not?"

Elio wanted to touch his back. Marcel's shoulder blades broadened his strong back.

"You might be killed, or..."

"Or what?"

"Or you can become an exorcist."