Consequences of Sin

Chapter Fourteen

This week has been a total disaster. Caleb refuses to speak to me any. Training was awkward, to say the least. My powers are definitely there, and ready to be used. We did learn that. Training them wasn't hard, but we've been doing basic simple stuff. It'll get tougher, but I sense that my power is ready for the challenges to come. I see what God, and my father, meant now. I do have a ton of power inside me, I just need to learn how to use it, and wield it. I just hope I have enough time to do so, before the war is upon us. I want to destroy my father, and I know I'm the one who has to do it.

My body is still doing this crazy reaction thing to Sebastian. I have never in my life needed anybody. I mean, if my body wants to need somebody, why did it have to be a trouble maker like Sebastian? He likes to stir the shit up, too. Probably another reason Caleb avoids me like the plague, when we're not training. Resisting this primal urges I have for Sebastian is hard. I have never been the one to turn down sex. Having to turn it down multiple times a day. I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones, or what, but shit. It's getting ridiculous. I find myself masturbating at least five times a day, the fuck? Maybe, if I could talk to God, I could ask to see if he might know a reason why I need this trouble maker. He might have a suggestion on how to fix the situation with Caleb as well. Definitely thoughts to consider.

Mentioning pregnancy hormones, apparently God did set me up with a baby doctor. Who would have thought one of the security team members was a baby doctor? Turns out Lyles is. I am about twelve weeks along. The baby is healthy, growing just like it's supposed to, much to my disappointment. Lyles looked horrified, when I asked him if he might know a way to terminate this baby. Answer is still no, nobody knows a way to terminate a baby made by Lucifer. Such fantastic news, insert sarcasm here. I sigh.

"Caleb, can I talk to you?" I ask, since we're through training for the day. I'm so sick of him ignoring me. This is ridiculous, we're not toddlers.

"Seriously, Caleb, we're adults now, not two year olds. Act like a grown up, for fucks sake." I shout at him. Yeah, I am way more volatile, and uncontrollable, with my temper. Thanks, little intruder.

"Really, Carmen, are we adults now? I would think adults would have had a talk, before just fucking somebody else." he snaps at me, fueling this anger building inside me.

"Cut the shit, Caleb. I get it, you're hurt. I'm sorry for that. I told you this would wind up happening, but this shit you're doing to me? Being so cold, shutting me out, etc? It's killing me. I miss my friend." I started out angry, but now I'm just sad. I miss our friendship we had. I will never have another friend like him. Hell, other than Sebastian now, I don't even have a friend. It's just these two, who cannot get along. I see Caleb's face, he's studying me, taking in my appearance. Assessing just how "hurt" I may be, I suppose.

"Shit, Car, I'm sorry. I know I've reacted badly, but I didn't think you even cared. I didn't mean to hurt you. Guess I've been a pretty lousy guardian angel, if I'm the one causing you pain." his eyes are full of sorrow. I always know Caleb is genuine. I don't think he could be anything other than honest.

"You're still the greatest guardian angel ever. We need to have a talk, but back in one of our rooms, not here." he looks at me questioningly when I say this, but I just shrug. He nods, and we start walking back towards my room. Instead of going to my room, we go to Caleb's. That is probably for the best, because Sebastian is liable to bust into my room unannounced whenever.

"So, you said we needed to talk, without the security team around." Caleb says as he takes a seat on his bed.

"Yeah, so, I know you don't want to hear or talk about this, but something is going on with my body." Caleb narrows his eyes, and glances down at my stomach, then back to my face.

"No, not with the baby, well shit, it could be because of the baby, I don't know. This whole thing with Sebastian, it's weird, not normal. Not on my part at least. He says the same thing is happening with him as well, so I want to figure it out. I need to talk to God, and see if he knows why we both feel as if we need each other. What if it's the baby's evil power working? Lucifer could still be in contact with the baby, through the shared consciousness maybe? I don't know. I just want this feeling, this need, to go away." I say this all in a rush, hurried voice, as if speaking such things might have Lucifer popping up behind me, to snatch me away.

"I can get in touch with God, and ask him. See what he has to say about. I've never heard of anything like this before. I can see why you're concerned." he says quietly, as if he's deep in thought.

"When I told you that day that I didn't mean for it to happen, I meant it. That's the only time it's happened, by the way. It's so hard to control the urges, the need. I am so horny, I have to get myself multiple times a day." I say with a laugh, then snort, when I see the look on Caleb's face. I forgot he knows when I perform solo acts, poor guy.

"Yeah, I kind of know you do." he coughs out. Poor guy, his cheeks are red, but his eyes are hooded, with dirty thoughts I'm sure. We can't go down that road again, not right now. I still have to keep him safe, and protect him from my father.

"So, yeah, that's that. Thanks, for being not mad at me anymore. It'll be nice to have my friend back." I say with a big smile, and a wink. His answering smile, has me feeling beyond happy on the inside.

"I'm always here for you, Car. I'm sorry I had my head up my ass for a week. I'll go make that call to God now, and see if we can figure anything out for you." he says sincerely.

"Thanks, Caleb." I say as I walk out of his room, and close the door. I look up to find Sebastian glaring at me, the fuck?

"Hey, Sebastian." I say casually, although I can already feel all my nerve endings in my body coming alive, from being this close to Sebastian. Even while looking at me pissed, my body just wants throw myself at him, great.

"Hello Carmen. So weird, finding you coming out of Caleb's room with a smile on your face, when he hasn't spoken a word to you for a week." he seethes at me. Oh boy, I guess this need has him on edge. We have both been battling it for a week now, jealousy is running high. I start walking back towards my room, Sebastian follows.

"Caleb and I are back on speaking terms. He apologized."

"I'm sure he did, with a smile like that on your face." he looks so hateful. As if I could screw around with anyone else, when my body only reacts this way with him.

"Don't be ridiculous, you know my body only wants you." I say with a shake of my head, he's being exactly that, ridiculous. He smiles.

"Prove it to me. Show me how bad you want me." he's smirking at me, and every part of my body is on fire, and begging for release. I try to talk, but all that comes out is a moan. My hand slips between my legs, and I start touching myself, in front of Sebastian. His eyes are a blazing fire. He grabs my hand, and moves it. Shoves my shorts, and underwear aside, and replaces it with his mouth. Holy fucking shit, yes! I have needed this right here, and didn't even realize it. He gets back.

"Undress and get on the bed, Carmen. I think we have fought this need we both have for each other long enough. I can't wait anymore. I told you, you're mine, and I won't share you with anyone." My body complies with his instructions, like I'm a puppet, and he the puppeteer. He has full control over what I do, my mind is just a visitor in my body. It has front row seats to the Sebastian show happening right now.

Sebastian owned my body. He fucked me for hours upon hours. I cannot even count the amount of orgasms that happened. I feel like he marked my soul tonight, somehow. I'm laying in bed, thoroughly exhausted, but I can't sleep. Something with this whole situation between Sebastian and I, just isn't right. I hope Caleb talked to God, and hopefully got some answers. I'll find out when we have our training session, which is in about five hours. Shit, I'm not going to do well today. I let out a sigh, and turn my lamp off. My mind is still consumed with thoughts that something is off, and amiss, with this ordeal between Sebastian and I. Reminds me of something I once heard about in Hell.

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