Praise Satan

Chapter 8

It had been a while. A while since Zelda had
slept alone. A while since she had been in the presence of her majesty, Lilith queen of hell. A while since Zelda had felt miserable. Since she had decided to take some time away from the mortuary, there wasn't a moment where she felt glum. Being in the company of Faustus made her feel joyous. She didn't miss home. After decades of living in that household, it was a relief to escape it, even just for one night. The pleasure Zelda had been experiencing was incredible. She had never felt this way with anyone else. For a humble witch like Zelda, this was an unholy dream come true. It was comforting to be held in warm arms and kissed gently upon greeting. Zelda was beginning to think that she truly was in love with this man.

- Later that day -

Zelda sat patiently in Father Blackwood's chair which was perched invitingly behind his desk. Faustus climbed out of the scolding hot shower and wrapped his groin in a black towel. He opened the bathroom door, allowing the warm steam to roam the area. Zelda took in the pleasing scent of his sweet shampoo. She stood up slowly. Her robe slipped of revealing the blue lingerie she had put on after getting out of her own shower. Her hair was dry since Faustus had taken so long rinsing the bubbles from his body. She approached the man who stood with a smirk on his face.
"How naughty sister Zelda" he murmured.
Zelda giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He gazed into her eyes. They almost looked like two little planets which could redirect your original stare in a matter of seconds. As she lent against his chest, he pulled her into a deep and loving kiss.
"Zelda dearest" he muttered to her in a gentle tone.
"Yes Faustus" she said seductively, not meaning to do so.
"I need you to pop out into town and pick something up for me later on could you do that?"
"Of course darling" she responded, disappointed with the request. The truth was she didn't want to go. She wanted to lay beside him all day long, letting their body's absorb the sunlight that shone brightly through the window panes. That was all she truly desired at that moment but she knew what had to be done. Besides, it wasn't that hard a task. She got herself ready and kissed Faustus goodbye, leaving the academy too run a few errands for her beloved Father Blackwood. Who knew what the future held? The truth was, nobody, but Zelda hoped that she would not stumble upon any familiar faces on her way.