Devil at the Vatican (BL)

Chapter 49

"He's calling to us," Cassian said, barging into the Cursed Exorcist gathering in the library conference room. They'd been sitting around discussing exactly that... the painful stinging in their chest that pulled them southeast of the Vatican.

Marcel was finally able to shake his denial enough to understand that this feeling was Elio somehow. An awakening of great consequence was happening as they sat around talking. Seeing Cassian was not so much of a surprise, as Legion was a fast healer. A quarter of Cassian's beautiful face still held deep scars, but it was being mended even as he spoke. 

The more of them that were together, the clearer the direction was that was pointing them from the Vatican. With Cassian here, the exorcists understood specifically which road to take, but not their destination.

"We should go," Julius stated, sinking a bit in his seat when they looked at him. Everyone started chiming in at once, speaking over each other. The room buzzed with their worries and predictions.

"I think that's what they want," Abel muttered. "Should we obey the wishes of Satan?"

"This God-forsaken stinging will forever haunt us if we don't. It's only getting worse by the hour. Soon we may be incapacitated."

Cassian moved to stand at the head of the table. "If we go, we must go together. All of us."

"For what purpose?" Raphael asked. 

"To kill them," Marcel said suddenly. The room grew silent. "Nazaret, Nikolai, and... Elio. I will be the one to do it. The sin will be mine alone to bear. But I will need your help."

"So, it shall be done," Cassian said. The rest of them followed, "So it shall be done."

"Everyone, gather your things. We will depart at noon."

When everyone cleared out of the room, and only Cassian remained, he said, "You are going to use Abaddon, aren't you?"

Marcel sat with his head in his hands, allowing only Cassian to see how much this situation ached him. He looked up at Cassian, then nodded.

Cassian came over to sit beside him, close enough for Marcel to see his skin cells busily repairing themselves. "I always knew that Abaddon was different than the rest of our demons, Marcel. If we are the Twelve Disciples of the AntiChrist, then you must be Peter... the rock of which the bloodshed will be built. Abaddon is not as... sentient as the rest of our demons."

"You're right," Marcel responded, looking at him. "Abaddon is a force, an event, an apocalypse. He has a voice, yes, but not on his own. It is all through me. Abaddon forced God's hand once and God had to wipe the slate clean, mostly. But that's exactly what the demon wanted... total annihilation. I fear that the reason I fit so perfectly with Elio was because our evils are paired."

Cassian cupped Marcel's face in his hands and kissed him, and Marcel let him. To be comforted by a former lover in this way was not beneath Marcel, but he still pulled away after a few moments.

"Let us satiate you as much as we can," Cassian cooed. "It will give you strength and you know it. Don't be so eager to rush to him as to forget the danger your hungry heart holds. Abaddon is a void if nothing else."

"Are you so charitable, Cass?"

Cassian was silent.

Marcel waved him away. "I've wanted Elio from the moment I first met him. The taste of his thighs, softness of his skin, texture of his tongue... My mind has been filled with such thoughts. And they only grew stronger. You must let me go, Cass." Even when he spoke, mentioning such things about Elio made him grow painfully erect. Cassian smoothed his hand over Marcel's thigh, brushing against his brick between his legs. Marcel shuddered.