𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐰

8 | Gods Slave

⋆ 𝟔 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨 ⋆

The kitchen chandelier shone brightly against the gold of the ring on his left hand. He swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, a wide smile on his face as he laughed with the woman in front of him. He leaned over the granite countertops, his biceps twitching every time he raised his glass to his lips.

The woman before him, his wife. He may refer to her as the love of his life, but that's only on quiet occasions. Her face was bright and full of life, her smile intoxicatingly beautiful. She wore a red sleep gown, the silk one he had gotten her for their 1 year wedding anniversary.

They were soulmates and they would do anything for each other.

"What am I going to do about this situation?"

"Well, Charlie. You betrayed the church. I don't think they even want to take you back."

They laughed, as if this was funny to them, but deep down, Charlie was ashamed by the way he acted last week. He's always been an outspoken individual, and disagreeing with something didn't change that. He stood up last Sunday, blatantly disagreeing with some bible going against homosexuality. His wife stood next to him, proud of his honesty and bravery.

The church was not.

The priest and him got into an argument, and while Charlie stayed calm and respectful, the priest was angry and loud. He kicked them out soon after.

It was stupid really. People should have the ability to disagree with what God is stating, but to some people, the disrespect of going against God is enough to be kicked out of the church.

To his wife, it wasn't that big of a deal, but to Charlie, he wanted to prove to God that he was better than a stupid argument. He wanted to prove that he was not a sinner like the church accused him to be.

So, this is where the plan was formulated.

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"God will understand, Celia." He pleaded. He had a 5-page explanation on why this plan was worth going through with. He slid his wife the papers, allowing her to read them before he continued on. Charlie expected her to support the plan, but she was against it. With her line of work, she had seen enough crime.

"Charlie, this is not going to get you back into the church," She scoffed, laughing in his face. It was pathetic really. That he could go this low just to get back into the good graces of the church.

"No, but listen, I don't have to get back into the church because I will be the church."

She furrowed her brow, a smile creeping onto her laugh as she held back a laugh.

"I'll be the priest this time. No one can talk back to me, and if they do, I'll just kick them out."

She pauses, staring at him, "So... just like they did to you?"

He nods his head, "Exactly."

She bites her bottom lip, looking at him through her lashes, "Charlie... you spiraled when they did that to you. Please don't do that to someone else."

It was as if he was a changed man after the incident. He was colder and less empathetic. Certainly not the man Celia had fallen in love with and married.

"Celia, I've learned. I've grown and now I understand that the sinners need to be eliminated. They are diseases in this world, just like I was. They need their souls released to the heavens before they could be claimed by the devil."