Devil at the Vatican (BL)

Chapter 42

The pregnant nun was named Blanca, and she came from a small town in Cinque Terre. Though the Mother Superior was less than forthcoming about the nun's past, she allowed them to search her living quarters and interview her roommate Sister Jessica. Based on her missing clothing and documents, the police of Rome determined she must have fled the area already, possibly the country. 

It was only after they closed their investigation a week later that Cassian came to Marcel's room to tell him, "We found her. We've taken her to the catacombs."

Marcel, sitting on his bed reading through the Book of Judges, barely looked up when he replied, "You should inform the police then, Cardinal." During the week, the Church had performed both an ordination to the episcopacy to promote Cassian to being a bishop, and a consistory to promote him to be a cardinal. Both ceremonies were rushed and held with a limited audience in the Sistine Chapel. 

"She's possessed, not a criminal. We must heal her of her demonic affliction."

"Are you commanding me to do this?"

"No, I'm here because you were instructed to take over Elio Ellsworth's exorcism six days ago."

"There were more pressing matters to attend to."

"Now there aren't. Get to it in the morning."

Marcel finally looked up at him, finding Cassian leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He'd cut his hair shorter in a matter that made him impossibly handsome and wore a crucifix with an amethyst gem at the center, complementing his strange eyes.

"You mean to ask us how we got our promotion."

Marcel knew when Cassian referenced himself as 'we,' that Legion was awake. And it disgusted him. But he remembered his conversation with the bishops. Marcel placed the Bible on his nightstand and stood. In slow, easy strides, he walked over to Cassian who straightened. The new Cardinal seemed surprised at his approach as he wiped his palms on the sides of his clothes. Marcel grabbed the front of Cassian's cassock and pulled him into the room, shutting the door behind him. 

In this sudden proximity, Marcel could smell the familiar vanilla and cinnamon scent, and he could see Cassian's pupils fully dilate. 

"You are cursed with a Biblical enemy of God," Marcel said. "Yet you hold such a high, coveted position. It would seem foolish of me not to find such a thing suspicious."

When Marcel was this close to Cassian, as when they were young, remnants of his own demon made itself known to him. He allowed himself to remember then what it was like to be with this man, to feel his arms and legs knotted into him. 

"Have you betrayed us?" Marcel asked him. 

Cassian narrowed his eyes. "No more than you've betrayed us. You and your precious Elio..." Marcel turned away from him, but Cassian grabbed his shoulder and turned him back. His eyes searched Marcel's face. "We know you haven't laid with him. It's worse because you haven't. We gave him a key, you know. Hoped he would run away. But he's still there. He's waiting for you."

Marcel felt relieved hearing this. 

"Stop thinking about him when you're with us," Cassian snapped. "You say you dislike us as Legion, but you must remember what it was like to be with us. With all of us. We could fill that hole in your heart. We alone could quench Abbadon."

"Stop it!" Marcel shouted. Even the name of his vile parasite irritated him.

Cassian grabbed his face and pulled him close, but did not kiss him. Marcel tensed. "There was a time when you opened yourself to me and I saw that void inside your soul. I felt the vastness of your demon and the multitude of my own fit together like lock and key. It felt succulent." It was then that he kissed him.

Cassian's mouth met Marcel's in a way that felt like ten thousand mouths on him, ten thousand tongues swarming into him. Hundreds of hands touched Marcel all over, pulling at his clothes and gripping the places that were most tender. This was beyond the dalliances they had in the past. Legion had gotten stronger.

"Open yourself up to me," Legion said as Cassian kissed him. "Let me fill every crevice of you." 

Marcel felt Legion's many hands on his groin, and Marcel grabbed two of the wrists, but many more came. Hands faded in and out of reality, appearing as numerous as feathers on bird wings. He was lifted then and placed down on the bed with Cassian above him. Cassian's violet eyes blinked in ocean waves of other eyes and eyelids. All of Legion gazed down at him. Marcel closed his eyes as he felt himself harden under the persuasion of the demon.

They stroked him with dozens of hands, feeling like an endless tunnel of pleasure and vibration. He remembered Elio, how simple and soft his body felt in the tent that night. He never wanted him more than when he was his most helpless. And that was why Marcel resisted. His hunger was part human, part demonic. He wanted to consume the young man, capture and fuck him until his sanity was gone. 

The void in him craved the taste of Elio's sweat more than life. This distance must have been torturous for Elio, but it gave Marcel a sense of self. The further away he was, the better.

"Stop thinking of him!" Legion roared. 

Layers of legs clenched Marcel's sides and his cock was being coaxed inside something tight and hot. Marcel's arms were pushed down on the bed. His body was pinned. Under the weight of Legion, Marcel took a deep breath.

"Stop."

The arms, legs, mouths, tongues... vanished. Cassian collapsed on top of Marcel; his body normal once more. Before he could scramble off him, Marcel grabbed Cassian and held his head down to his chest. He pressed his cheek against the damp hair at Cassian's crown, then shoved Cassian lower. He was still painfully erect and the void inside him grew restless. Cassian understood as he always did and took Marcel in his mouth. It was just his one mouth this time, which was all Marcel needed.

He grabbed a fistful of Cassian's short hair to push his head down fully until his supple lips smashed against the base of his cock. Marcel closed his eyes at the sensation. He remained fully in Cassian's throat and felt himself growing closer to rapture the longer Cassian choked. 

Just before he orgasmed, he pulled Cassian off, still by the hair. He pushed the new Cardinal away.

"I can't."

When Cassian tried to touch him again, to finish what they'd started, Marcel smacked his hands away. Abbadon was waking up, and his hunger was insatiable. Cassian triggered his demon as he always did as an endless fountain pouring into a black hole. At their peak, the pleasure was death-defying.

Cassian said, "Exorcize him, Marcel. And be done with it. Then come back to me."

"Get out," Marcel sighed.

"I am commanding you to exorcize him tomorrow, Marcellinus. As your Cardinal. We won't admit him to become an apprentice. He will return home to live a normal life. Then your infatuation with him will be done. Is that understood?"

Marcel simply nodded. "I've never defied a direct order from my superior, Cardinal."

Cassian flinched. "We will return after the exorcism is completed. Abbadon won't stop us this time. He wants Legion more than you want Elio. We can feel it. You can't keep imposing your will on him."

With that, Cassian left.

Marcel prayed then, devoutly and thoroughly to God to protect Elio. Cassian had always been strange, but there was something else brewing now and he didn't know how to handle it. It didn't feel like any type of evil that would end the world, just heartbreak. 

Marcel wanted... I will swallow them all up. I will pull them into my void where their bodies will be flayed by the violent nothingness of eternal destruction.

Marcel struck himself across the face to silence the voice. He clenched his chest. It had been so long since he heard Abbadon. "God please help me keep control of my body, my soul," Marcel murmured over and over again until he slept.