Page 66 of Satan's Priest

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” the girl on the other side said softly.

“Confess, child.”

For what felt like hours, I sat there in the booth, listening to pathetic stories about how these believers sinned. Whether they’d thought about sex, cheated on a test, looked at someone with lust, lied, gotten angry at their parents, masturbated, or even had premarital sex, they’d been brainwashed to believe it was a sin. They didn’t realize it was all second nature for humans to give in to their bodies’ wants and needs.

One child cried and begged to be saved from Hell because she bought some clothes from the thrift store and worried that evil witches had cursed them. Who the fuck told this kid that buying used clothes would send them straight to Hell? Let alone that some pagans would waste their breath to curse clothes?

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Grace whispered from the other side.

I turned my head, watching her through the screen. She looked healthier. Her cheekbones weren’t sunken in, and those dark circles had disappeared from under her eyes.

“Confess, child.” I disguised my voice as Father Thomas’s. She’d get up and walk away if she knew it was me, and I wanted to hear her confess everything.

“I had...” She swallowed hard. “I had a dream last night about having sex.”

A smile spread across my face.

Good. I was glad she’d finally fucking fed. That meant Daiman did his job and would continue to do his job.

Blood rushed to my groin, hardening my cock as I imagined them together. Daiman was rough in the bedroom, just like I was, so I wondered if he choked her while he forced her to submit to him and feed.

“Dreams are dreams, child. We cannot control them. I’m sure the Lord knows this and wouldn’t hold it against you,” I drawled.

She stayed silent, shifting in her seat, and leaned closer to the netted screen. Her hand touched it and rested against it as if she longed to touch me.

Rage filled my veins, and I fisted my hands on my lap while I imagined them wrapped around Father Thomas’s neck, wringing the life out of him. I was using his voice, so that meant she wanted to touchhim.

Over my dead fucking body.

No other man was allowed to touch the girl.

“At the end of my dream, he wasn’t who I thought he was. He . . .” She paused. “He had horns. I saw them from his shadow because he was . . . he was behind me while we had sex,” she whispered. “Am I terrible for liking that he wasn’t . . . human?”

I clenched my jaw and stared directly at her. She couldn’t see me because of the shadows in my little box, but our eyes met and I held my breath, waiting for her to realize it was me she was confessing to. “No,” I answered gruffly. “It was but a dream, child.”

She leaned back in her seat, bowing her head. Her blonde hair hung like a curtain around her face. She whispered under her breath. I strained to hear what she said but couldn’t make out any words.

“Am I forgiven?” she asked with a tremor in her voice.

“Yes.”

Did God forgive her? Probably not. But then again, the jackass was too busy to pay attention to every living creature. She was but a tiny blip on his radar.

Did I forgive her? I wasn’t sure, and that irritated me. I’d wanted her to fuck Daiman and feed so she wouldn’t cause a mess I’d have to clean up, but I didn’t expect to feel the jealous rage I felt right now. Daiman was my brother. We’d shared countless succubi and human women. Maybe what pissed me off was that Daiman got to her first. That he overcame his aversion to her age.

Grace was off limits. I hated her, and she hated me. It was best that it stayed that way.

She opened the wooden door to her little cubicle and stepped out. Light flooded into the boxes, and I stared at her juicy ass as she left. An intense urge to punch my hand through the net and yank her back inside so I could ravage her filled me until I trembled with pent-up sexual aggression.

I wanted to rip off her skirt and make her ride me until I removed the memory of every person who had her until me.

Closing my eyes, I willed my hardening dick to calm the fuck down. I didn’t want her. She didn’t want me. That was that.

If I say that enough, then I’ll eventually believe it.

Grace would continue to feed from Daiman, whether she liked it or not. She also needed to learn how to control herself around others, and I sure as hell didn’t want to teach her. I was too busy searching for a new sacrifice and finding out who the fuck told me to sacrifice her in the first place.

“Fuck,” I whispered and leaned my head against the wall with a softthunk.

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