“Mary, to whom does this child belong to? Name the fool!”
“I will not,” croaked young Mary. “My child will not know her father.”
“Stupid harlot! A sinner! Satan’s whore! The child you bear will grow to be an imp, and then a harlot just like her mother-“
“In the name of God I swear your name!” Mary pressed the whimpering child into her bosom. “I bore a child with no husband and I will raise her just as well if I did!”
“Is the father here,” Jakob’s voice became hoarse. “In Jerusalem?”
(oh sam i miss thee)
Mary swallowed but nothing came down, still faint from labour. “He has fled.”
“Dear God almighty,” Jakob, a mutual friend of Mary, ran his fingers through his course hair. “He said this would happen…”
“Who?”
The candle flickered, making abstract shadows on her distraught face. The rumpled sheets stained with blood by her ankles went cold.
“We ignored him….” Whispered Jakob. “We thought he was a drunk…. He came into the tavern, swearing and his eyes were wild. Saying some child born in sin must be sacrificed, or the prince of darkness will arise. I and a few of the tenders threw him out and shunned him. A child born of sin, Mary. If not sacrificed He will reign. Fire will fill the sky, blood will spill—our blood. Jesus will have died for nothing, Hell will come to earth--!”
The baby began to cry and Jakob fell silent. The child turned to her mother, nipping at her chest searching for food. Mary paid no concern.
“No,” she adamantly stated. “Not her. Not my baby, you can’t have her!”
“But we must Mary! We must!” Jakob got to his feet. “For the sake of humanity!”
“There must be another way. This is my only child, my only daughter! Please don’t take her from me!” Jakob saw her face streaked with blood and tears from the pain she endured hours ago. If it wasn’t for her screams Jakob would’ve never came and aided with the birth, leaving both mother and child dead.
(too bad)
“I have no control over the matter, Mary…. I need that child…. We can’t let our dear friend die in vain….”
“I know someone who can help,” whispered Mary after a moment’s pause. Jakob knitted his brows together.
“Who?”
“She’s a witch—“
“A Witch!”
“Yes!
(stupid whore)
And she can help us! She can channel Him and bargain. Perhaps if we offer something else, He might accept it and let us be.”
“Careful Mary, we are dealing with the supernatural. He is a snake, a black dog. All that can be expected from Him is pure sin and revulsion.”
“It is but our last resort. I will not allow my baby to burn in hell with Him.”
Jakob took one last look at her state. Eyes hollowed, skin pale and sickly, and a whimpering baby begging for her mother’s breast.
Hesitantly, Jakob sighed
(stupid whore)
and said, “Where does she reside.”
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Jimmi Theodora
KorkuWas it the alcohol or something... greater? It was more than the alcohol that made Jimmi have sex at the club and get pregnant. It's the same great urge that made that 'thing' inside her. It's that 'thing' that's been fucking with her mind and body...
