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This is written for @blank-vessel about their muse L and his life being taken and warped by the church of unitology and a dark eldritch god. The song is 'Jeasus he loves me' by Ghost. Putting under a readmore due to the length that it may turn out to be.

The saint had been found and the church gave a grand celebration. For weeks they threw parades and parties to show their faith and to try and draw in more people into their faith. For the longest time they kept his identity a secret to drum up more hype. Glimpses were leaked and rumors went wild. People were whipping themselves up into a frenzy just trying to see the man who would bring their god to them. It all culminated in the day that he was to be finally revealed to the masses.

You see the face on the TV screen?

Coming at you every Sunday

You see the face on the billboard?

That man is me

The saint had to have certain characteristics to prove that he was the chosen one. His hair was to be white and flowing like the last breath upon a grave. He had to bleed blacker than the void and cause miracles with it. And then his eyes. They had to hold the sorrows of the world within them to show the humility of humanity and give hope to the world that they could be forgiven. It had taken years but they'd finally found him. After purchasing him from his parents he was sent straight into training.

The saint was schooled on how to behave in public. How to hold himself, how to dress, how to listen to his flock and give the proper prayers of absolution. Countless amounts of credits were spent to make his body perfect in every way. Any genetic deformities and diseases were wiped away thanks to an unlimited bank account and doctors who worked for money not ethics. As the day approached for the reveal he was told how to present himself and what the rules were to keep him in line.

You must dress proper to your station so as to not be mistaken for the common folk.

You must always keep the weight of sorrow upon your shoulders and in your eyes. Show the people that you carry their sins to save them.

Listen to their stories and prayers. Offer them peace and direct them to the church for absolution.

Denounce the nonhumans as abhorrations of our god. Only those pure of blood will be allowed to commune with our god and ascend to eternity.

Any donations are to be given to the church to help expand its reach.

The saint does not lower himself to the lusts of the flesh. He is to remain pure so his flesh can change to the will of our gods not the will of man.

On the cover of the magazine

There's no question why I'm smiling

Buy a piece of paradise

And you buy a piece of me

The day arrived to reveal the saint and everyone waited with baited breath. Expecting a godly form to emerge there was confusion when the saint emerged wearing black jeans, a black hoodie with a skull on it and heelies. The crowd would whisper and mutter in shock as he began grabbing random people and taking selfies. The smile he wore seemed almost maniacal. He carried himself as if he were weightless and moved through the crowd with no rhyme or reason. He ignored the wealthy and just seemed to have his own agenda.

I'll get you everything you wanted

I'll get you everything you need

You don't need to believe in hereafter

Just believe in me

"Oh that's fucked man." He listened to their stories and prayers as if forced. Making faces he just kept cracking open cans of monster and chugging them as if he didn't wish to speak to his flock. More often than not he'd walk away mid sentence and just start checking things out. He made fun of paintings in the church and had several removed as he claimed they didn't meet the will of their god. Yet no matter how much they asked he refused to show proof of his connection.

It all came to a head during one of the ceremonies when someone demanded that he give them some sign that he was the chosen and not some amalgamation of their version of the antichrist. The saint wasn't given a choice as he was brought to the marker and forced to touch it. As it lit up he began to choke and scream before he went silent. As they all prayed and began prostrating themselves they didn't notice how he began to change. They were all blind to how the world just seemed to get a little bit darker.

His hand seemed glued to the marker as his fingertips became black and his nails were pushed out to be replaced with claws. His mouth bled black ichor as human teeth were replaced with sharpened ones made for tearing flesh. His ears seemed to stretch out into points resembling an elfs. A sickening crack came from his back as a long bone like tail grew out and its bladed tip gleamed in the red light. Eyes once green flecked with brown turned black and red with a slitted pupil. His blood began rotting his clothes off as the doors all slammed closed and locked.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

They began to whisper in awe seeing their saint change and begin floating above them. Blissful whispers turned to gasps of fear as his lips split apart to reveal his true grin and caused blood to flow freely down his chin. A seam appeared along his collarbone that moved down to his hips. As it spread open to reveal a mouth the screaming began.

Some started to tear themselves apart in a frenzy as others tried to escape. All those blessed by the blood became animals and the dead began rising. Bodies twisted and malformed they became beasts made to tear apart and kill all the living bodies around them. As the saint floated there seeming to feed upon their suffering their prayer and begging voices were mostly ignored.

A few wishing to escape all this were pulled in and consumed slowly. Those still alive watched in horror as their so called brothers and sisters slowly disappeared into the maw of their saint with sickening crunches and waves of blood. By the end the entire temple was turned into a graveyard patrolled by the dead whose entire purpose was to harvest suffering and flesh for their god.

I believe in the family

With my ever-loving wife beside me

She doesn't know about my girlfriend

Or the man I met last night

The slaughter wasn't on the front pages of the tabloids for long as the scandals started. Pictures of the saint started to appear showing him in bed or dating nonhumans. There was speculation that he was dating several people at once from how often he'd be caught sneaking out of their homes. It was hard to keep up with where he was coming or going from and it led to a bit of an outrage. People began standing up and demanding answers. Their saint was supposed to be the perfect vessel for their god. With his body twisted and formed into something nonhuman it led to a break in the church.

Do you believe in God?

'Cause that is what I'm selling

And if you wanna go to heaven

Well, I'll see you right

He began to do commercials and propaganda for the church after awhile. It was assumed that all proceeds would go to the church and to memorialize those who died during the awakening ceremony. A new main temple needed to be built as the last had become a graveyard and contaminated. Yet after each show or gig he did the money would disappear and nonhuman charity's would suddenly gain large anonymous donations overnight. It led to many higher ups in the church to call to have their saint collared and retrained.

You don't even have to leave your house

Or get out of your chair

You don't even have to touch that dial

'Cause I'm everywhere

His face graced the covers of magazines and posters. From pamphlets to promotional ads to brand advertising he would be seen everywhere. It was hard to go five feet without seeing the saint doing some sort of act. One one magazine he was interviewed for his thoughts on church politics. On another he was interviewed on what he imagined his perfect partner would be. From religious propaganda to sexual deviancy inserts he had a stranglehold on the plant. Despite his appearance and lack of holy divine glow people still wanted to know about him, see him, own him and to become him.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

He disappeared suddenly out of the public eye. Rumors went wild from sudden inhuman love children to being captured by a cult and held hostage. Rewards were posted around to try and garner clues as to where he'd gone. The police and military bounty hunters scoured the cities trying to find any clue as to where he'd gone. They uncovered some old papers about the church's methods on creating the saint and the news went wild. Stories began being pumped out about the saint being a lab created being and not truely chosen by their god. People were debaing if lab grown beings could be considered people. The topic raged on for months as the hype never seemed to die down.

Won't find me practicing what I'm preaching

Won't find me making no sacrifice

But I can get you a pocketful of miracles

If you promise to be good, try to be nice

God will take good care of you

Just do as I say, not as I do

They never seemed to check the forests as who would be stupid enough to risk disappearing into their depths. If they had they would have found him rooming up with the last of the Nova's. They'd taken him in despite who he was but treated him like a normal person. Instead of asking for prayers and to be blessed they asked him to pull his weight. Where he once might be baptizing babies he was now harvesting vegetables and joining in on hunts to gather meat. Where he'd be getting interviewed and slapped onto any surface that sells he was asked to pick up after himself and keep it in his pants.

After several months he seemed to be really close to the endling of the Nova's and clung to her side. She warned him that if they were ever caught she'd be forced to be either sacrificed or taken by the church as another way to control him. But he didn't seem to care. And after awhile she didn't either. They had each other.

I'm counting my blessings

And I've found true happiness

'Cause I'm getting richer, day by day

You can find me in the phone book

Just call my toll free number

You can do it any way you want

Just do it right away

Their hapiness lasted two years before it caught up to them. During one of their dates they'd strayed too close to a campsite and he'd been recgonized. The humans had gone back to the city and informed the church who sent bounty hunters after him. They both fought tooth and nail to keep the life they'd made together. The humans had taken enough from the both of them and it just wasn't fair. It seemed like they'd actually pull it off until one of the hunters pulled out a marker and stabbed him with it. His eyes seemed to grow dark and he'd yelled at her to run. As he watched her run off the consequences of their actions came to fruition.

There will be no doubt in your mind

You'll believe in everything I'm saying

If you wanna get closer to him

Get on your knees and start praying

He didn't seem to fight them after that and had just become eerily silent. It was far too easy to bring him back to the city and into the hands of the church. They wasted no time cleaning him up to once again have their golden child, their saint, to control the masses. As they cut his hair and trimmed his claws he didn't react. They stripped away years of freedom and love from his flesh. It wasn't until someone complained about the glittering dust caked around his heart that he moved for the first time.

Crushing their jaw he stared deep into their eyes and kept his face emotionless. Voice hollow he demanded that they shut up and stop trying to erase her. Shoving the human hard they went flying and hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Taking a deep breath he moved back into his original position and let the others resume what they'd been doing. After months of reconditioning and an attempt at breaking his will he seemed ready to be reunited with the public.

Once again there were parades and parties. A large stage was erected in the center of the town for a great event where he'd be speaking. Dressed in the proper robes he was marched out and the public worshiped him just as they had before. If anything his absence had created an even more powerful cult that had strangled the city in it's grasp. As he stood before the crowd they'd see him smile.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

As the leader of the church addressed the crowd in an epic speech he ended by telling them all that they could now see their saint at any time and that he was a perfect vessel for their god. As they all clapped the saint's smile just continued to grow. Flesh began to split and blood rushed down his chin. Robes once pristine now began to blacken and rot away.

In one quick movement he grabbed the leader by the head and was upon him. People watched in horror as the eyes were sucked from his head. They seemed frozen as he turned the man to face the masses and shoved a hand into his back. The cameras would pick up seeing a mass rise up through his body until it reached his head and he began to choke on his own blood. Using him like a puppet the saint made him speak using his own voice.

"And now the time has come to worship our god made whole. Rip off your flesh and embrace the agony!"

With a laugh the saint pulled his hand free and stood before them all nearly naked. The seam had returned and it burst open in a spray of black blood that covered the first few rows of people. As they began to change and rip each other apart chaos erupted. Those not tainted or blind by devotion attempted to run but didn't get far. Shadows erupted from every corner and began to drag people down into them as they screamed. Bodies were broken and melted into a paste that was sucked into the earth. The dead began rising in twisted broken forms.

Everyone watching the broadcast would be attacked in their homes and none were spared. As the sun began to set entire suburbs remained dark and lifeless. The saint just floated above them all feeding on the suffering and chaos. He devoured tjwir their bodies and began ripping apart the very city around him. Buildings rotted and flowed into his gaping maw until the entire city was gone. The earth in his wake was black and diseased. It rotted and spread like a fungus as if to begin to consume the entire world.

They had their saint.

'Cause Jesus he knows me

Jesus, he knows me

When all that remained was darkness he seemed as cold as the void around him. Staring into eternity his gaze was drawn to a small blue speck in the distance. Body closing up and returning to normal he seemed to fly to her. Frozen in the depths of the void his Nova lay crystallized and glowing. Soft blue light seemed only to illuminate the immediate area around her. As he seemed afraid to reach out she moved. Eyes opening up she gazed upon him and that love he'd thought gone shone back at him. As her light finally reached him she smiled.

#noodles doodles #eldritch oc #horror tw #art for myself #art for boyfriend

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