The Atonement

IV

Edit: This chapter could be potentially triggering to some. I apply a heavy warning.

Because of the little outburst that Tweek had the day before, he was forced to go to Craig's parsonage and clean it up. It was amusing to Tweek how forgiving this man was, seeing how he ashamed him so much not even twenty-four hours prior. However, this was Craig that he was talking about. He was a saint (pun intended). It was gross to know that someone like him existed, but he had thought about that enough previously, he pushed the thought away.

It was a shock to him that Craig trusted him enough to even clean his house since he wasn't planning on doing it in the first place. The house was very clean as it was, so if he just moved a few things around then Craig would never know the difference. He was really just snooping, trying to see if he can find something unholy in his house. He was very confident that he would find something in the bedroom so that was exactly where he went. If he didn't have one dirty thing in his room then he wasn't human, he was convinced.

Tweek searched from item to damned item, looking through dressers, desks, his laptop, everything. No matter where he searched, he couldn't find a single little sin in the pastor's house. It bothered him. This could not be real. It wasn't real, it was impossible. There was not one person in this world that should be as free from sin as God. He couldn't figure any of this out, it did not make any sense to him whatsoever. This bastard couldn't be this pure, this innocent and sin free. Out of all of the books that he was forced to read in hell, he hadn't once heard of an entirely pure Christian. It deemed itself impossible. From what he knew, pastors and priests were horny old guys that raped little kids and put cameras in the public bathrooms. It didn't make sense that this young man was so pure.

But how? How was one so crucified and filled free of sin? When Tweek was assigned to this mission he figured that it would be terribly easy, and in return, he wouldn't have to be stuck in hell. In his head, Tweek thought of this whole mission as one similar to a joke. It didn't make any sense. It couldn't be true-  there was such thing as a pure, saved soul. Now everything made sense. That was why they sent him on this journey. They sent Tweek on this journey to observe. They back in hell knew that this Craig Pastor guy was free from every known sin. Tweek was sent to observe him because he was an imp; disposable. That was why he was sent and not anyone like Lucifer himself.

The young imp flinched, sitting down at the bedside of the pastor. He couldn't believe it. He was tricked, deceived, finished. He was lied to and that was fact. The only purpose of this mission was to see if hell was in jeopardy or not, and apparently, it was. Heaven was still on top of its game, and specifically with their preachers of religion. Tweek was awestruck, numb. This was it. Tweek was going to be the laughing stock of hell. Now he would be branded and forced out of his rank as an imp. This was all just some sick plot twist advised to take his deity-like position away from him.

The frail imp pulled his humanoid legs to his knees, his head facing down to them. That was another thing, this body that he was in, he hated it. He hated having to be this human. It wasn't him. It was hard to believe that years ago he was living among, well, the living. This body was disgusting. Everything about it, the way it turned colors when hurt, or the overall weakness of the body. No wonder why man was a joke.

This body made him feel weak and out of place. He missed home. No matter how surprising that may sound, it was true. He missed his bed above a boiling pool of flames, he missed bossing around those that went to hell and were forced to be his slave, and mostly, he missed serving his master, Satan. Tweek yearned to be able to go back to the underworld and sleep for another decade, perhaps be able to go into some mortals dream and scare them half to death. Unfortunately, he couldn't. Why did he have to act so quickly? He made such irrational decisions when he didn't think through all of the possible outcomes.