𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇

SIDE STORY NINE

( warnings: blood, religious imagery, violence, yandere behavior, sin, purity, discrimination, drugs and alcohol, addiction, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual assault, mentioned self harm, graphic scenes, extreme self hate. )

In general, warnings will be included at the start of every chapter if necessary. Please tell me if I leave anything out. The content inside might be sensitive to some so viewer discretion is advised.

Regarding the religious aspect, it is heavily based on Christianity, but it's written to be more of a cult than an actual religion. Only certain aspects are similar to Christianity, but the majority of it is made up and written to be slightly more diabolical.

Again, I emphasise that this book is extremely dark, darker than twisted faith. Please read the chapter warnings beforehand.

Chapter Warnings; suicide ideation; self harm (?)

Comment for motivation along the way!! I would appreciate it

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"Do something!" Y/n screamed, "do something, you fucking bastard!"

Lucas was clearly choking on his own blood now. His whole face had gone ghastly pale; his features contorted with anger, and on his face there was desperation. Daddy, Y/n saw him mouth, daddy, help. In the end, he would die not even knowing that Anton—the one whom he had trusted all the way from the beginning—and now it had all been for naught.

"You were using him for leverage!" Y/n tugged at Anton desperately, "you needed him alive so I would be alive!"

"Yes, well," Anton said calmly, "I am far from foolish. You were going to kill yourself anyways."

Y/n's blood went cold. So did Lucas. "But I wasn't going to kill him."

"...Hmm, no, I suppose not," Anton smiled lightly, "didn't I do you a favour?"

Y/n feverishly thumbed at Lucas's neck. His pulse was gone. His eyes were closed. His breaths had stopped.

"Lucas?" He said quietly. "Lucas? Can you—you're not dead, aren't you?"

No reply.

"Lucas," Y/n said more firmly this time, "no pranks on your father, alright?"

No reply again.

"Hey!" Y/n's voice grew louder and louder. "I was—I can—I can bring you to watch a movie. You asked me what a cinema was. I was going to show you, I promise. I promise."

"You were going to kill yourself, Y/n."

"I was going to bring him!" Y/n screamed, "fuck you, Anton! Fuck you! I never loved you. I never liked you, you fucking asshole! You murdered my child!"

Still Anton didn't flinch.

"You devil."

"We say strange things in the light of grief, don't we? A little poison doesn't hurt anyone. Certainly helped Lucas." Anton said sympathetically, "don't worry. I'll help you through this difficult period of time. I promise," he whispered. "You don't have anything to worry about, my sweet."

Y/n started to cry. Not maniacal sobs, but soft, gentle tears that betrayed the turbulence in his heart. Within him was grief, devastation, pain. His child. His darling child.

"You killed him," he wept, "you killed my baby."

"He wasn't even your real son."

"Aren't you scared? That one day you'll torture me so much, I'll end up leaving the earth?"