Era of Greed [✔ COMPLETE] (Chrim Chronicles #1)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

           

Gaspar

A faint light shone upon the young chap dressed in black with a white collar. He lit three white candles. We sat in the middle of a long row of wooden benches, close enough to see Jesus nailed on the tall cross behind the white clothed table. My sister Klara's blue eyes were fixed on the wall next to her as she twirled a dark lock around her finger, watching the image of a woman with a white scarf covering her hair while looking down upon the baby in her arms. I wondered if Klara was sad because she would never have a baby of her own, or just enjoyed watching the image of Holy Mary and baby Jesus. It was a weird thought, Klara with a baby.

"I'm so jealous of Milos right now," Klara said. "He's off with Clyde while we're stuck here with..." Klara's eyes wandered to my oldest brother Dominik, sitting on my right. "Him."

"At least we finally found a church that still practices confession," I said. "Dominik just needs to get it out of his system and this will all be over with."

As always, I tried to keep the peace. I recognized the manic look in Dominik's narrowed eyes as he gazed at the priest with a faint smile. His hair brushed his shoulders, just like mine did, but Dominik always kept his hair slick and neatly tucked away behind his ears, while Milos and I kept ours loose. Both of my brothers were blond, a very dark shade of blond, while Klara and I had black hair, and the eyes of my brothers were hazel, while mine and Klara's were blue. More than often, Dominik would joke that Klara and I weren't really related to them, but accidentally fell into Tartarus as the garbage of Heaven. Secretly, I had tried to look like my brothers by growing my hair just as long as theirs, only to realize I never would. The shoulders of my brothers were broad and their bodies lean and tall, whereas I was skinny and short. Awakened at fourteen, I was, which meant I was doomed to stay fourteen for an eternity. My soft cheeks had never gotten the chance to grow a beard and my skinny arms and shoulders had never grown muscles and my body never reached its full size and, unfortunately, neither did my penis.

Dominik rose up with a smirk. "Finally."

He took long strides towards the altar, his face lowered and his shoulders straight. Klara and I also rose up and followed Dominik and the priest into the hallway. We stopped when the priest went into a wooden booth that looked like a big closet with a red curtain on one side. Dominik disappeared behind the red curtain. Klara and I decided to keep a safe distance, though still within earshot.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," Dominik said. "This is my first confession."

"Confess my child and be forgiven."

Klara sniggered. I pressed a hand against my mouth to stop myself from laughing. We had searched long and hard to find a church that still participated in confessions, since Dominik had become obsessed with confessing his sins. It had started as a joke, but with Dominik even the smallest things often ended up with an obsession.

"I wouldn't know where to start," Dominik said. "I believe I am forsaken, Father. Does the Lord forgive the forsaken ones?"

"What makes you think you are forsaken?"

"I don't know." Dominik sighed. "Maybe my father spanked me too hard. I just keep having these impure fantasies."

The priest cleared his throat. "What kind of impure fantasies?"

"About priests. One particular priest, actually. I see him sinning, Father. I see that priest with a woman, a blonde with perky tits and a small birthmark above her lip. I see the priest stuffing his prick in her cunt every Wednesday."

The door opened. With one swift move, the priest shoved the red curtain aside. Dominik walked out with a smirk on his face. As he looked at the priest the blazing flames appeared in his eyes, the brown of his irises replaced by red and orange dancing flames. The priest whimpered and slowly stumbled backwards.