#Terzo x Catholic nun

[copiousloverofcopia]

THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!😭

This is the definite LAST CHAPTER of HOLY MARY!

I got so emotional, so many times while writing this chapter and because of the content I apologize but I need to risk some spoilers for the sake of those who might be triggered so…

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF BIRTH, GORE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, INFANT DEATH/LOSS, GRIEF⚠️

Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me, Terzo, and Mary. I can't believe that this all stemmed from an ask on Tumblr that flourished into this full-fledged fic. Thank you so much to the anon that requested this. It was an honor to write it and thank you all so much for reading!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Beautiful divider credit to @gothdaddyissues

Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 10: The Ultimate Sacrifice

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below!

“Please.” Secondo begged, staring into his little brother’s eyes. 

“I don’t want to do this Secondo. Understand that I…I have to….”

1 Hour Earlier…

Lucifer seemed to leave as quickly as “she” came. Terzo was left alone in his thoughts, pondering the horrors that were to come. The blood shed that would be on his hands. Dripping from them in the wake of his decision. Cursed by his own dark god to choose between Mary, his child, and that of his own brother. 

The world all together seemed to stop. The sounds of the wind rustling in the trees and birds chirping ceasing around him. Leaving him frozen in the eerie silence. Nothingness—emptiness. Terzo was perched on his knees in a haze when from somewhere in front of him came a voice. Coming closer and closer while the words came into focus.

“Terzo…please come back inside. Let’s talk.” Secondo suggested, wanting to find a way to make things right between them. Settle this rivalry that he had, himself, set in motion. 

“Please go.” Terzo snapped, refusing to look at him. Though Secondo would not give up that easily. Never in his life had he felt such remorse. Everyone knew all too well that it was not in his nature to apologize. Growing up as the middle Emeritus son, he was never allowed to be wrong or admit defeat in anything—lest he be held as less than. 

All things for him came as a task, one he must meet head on and without hesitance. Always striving to be better than Primo before him and Terzo who followed. Needing to prevail in all things as Nihil’s supposed favorite. Perceived as the most devout of all—only inside he was still a scared, lonely child. Worried that no matter how hard he would try, nothing would ever be enough. 

The feeling of inadequacy had been festering inside him so long, though he would never admit it. The constant fear led him further into a path of self-destruction. A path that now had led to the betrayal of his little brother. Lusting for Mary’s love—something he had no right to take from him.

“For what it’s worth, fratello, I know I was wrong…and I’m sorry.” Secondo admitted. His words, eliciting a look of shock from Terzo, though he still refused to look him in the eye. Terzo could tell he was being sincere. The fact that the mere words came from his brother’s own two lips told Terzo it was the truth.

“I know.” was all Terzo could say back to him. His anger, still simmering inside of him as he tried to let it go. There were so much more important things to be concerned with now and whether Secondo knew it or not—Terzo held his life in his hands.  

“When you are ready, I hope you both can forgive me.” Secondo told him, his brother nodding as he was left once again alone in the garden. Still on his knees, agonizing over what was to come. 

Mary was sleeping soundly, her face almost peaceful as a child's. Primo, keeping careful watch over her and checking in occasionally with the help of the Abbey physician. Reassuring himself that she and the baby were still doing alright. Just as he sat back down in the chair, opposite her in the room, there was a knock on the door. The young newly ghoulettes, Cirrus and Cumulus had arrived with Omega as their charge. Standing in the doorway, excitedly awaiting news of Mary's recovery. 

“Please come in Omega, dolcezze.” Primo smiled. The ghoul and ghoulettes bowed as they all carefully walked into the room. Doing their best to not disturb Mary. 

“How is she Papa? Is the baby coming?” Cumulus asked, looking at Mary with such concern and care in her glowing eyes. Her devotion towards Mary and her child, touching Primo’s soul.

“Not yet…eh…we must still wait and see. There is not much else we can do at this time. At least that is what they are telling me.” he sighed. Relaxing back into the chair as he old joints hummed with arthritic pain from all his standing.   

“Where is the doctor? The nurses?” Omega asked, noting that when he and the ghoulettes arrived at the infirmary there was no one else to be seen. The halls and rooms, appearing empty and silent. 

“I believe they had gone into town for some more supplies. With all the wounds, we are quickly running low on bandages and gauze.” Primo explained, his thin smile only barely hiding his concern. 

“Primo?” came a soft voice. It was Mary, slowly coming to from her unconscious state. Her eyes, fluttering open to see the four of them all surrounding her. All of them, smiles spreading fast as she tried to pull herself up a bit in the bed. 

“Mary, please don’t try to move too much.” Primo told her, rising up as fast as his body would allow. Helping Omega settle her into a comfortable position in the bed. 

“Where is Terzo?” she asked, still a bit hazy from her slumber. Feeling achy all over with her head feeling an intense throb. 

“He’ll be back soon.” Primo assured her, taking her hand in his and sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.  

“He needed to get some fresh air, pretty sure he headed out to the garden.” Omega continued. Mary stared down at her belly. Watching as the little life inside her moved beneath her tightly stretched skin. His kicking, stronger than she had ever felt it before. Ready any day now to come triumphantly into the world. A child that she knew now was destined to be humanity’s undoing.

“I—I shouldn’t have come here. I have placed us all in danger.” she told him. Her voice low, almost a whisper, as if she was scared to have anyone else hear it. Frightened on what she might be asked to do again in her darkest hour. 

“Coming here was exactly what you should have done piccola. This child and you belong here with us—with Terzo.” Primo said, squeezing her hand. The tears spilled quietly down and over the round softness of her cheeks. Cradling her belly in her arms as she sniffled back. Trying desperately not to sob.  

“He will be the antichrist. Satan will take him as a vessel for evil. We will all be destroyed…” Mary cried, gripped tight to her belly as if she could protect her child from his fate.

“Do you really believe that?” Primo asked her. The two of them, locking in a stare as Mary swallowed back her guilt.  

“What else am I to believe? I have condemned us all.” 

“You know…many children have been born into the Emeritus family and none of them have destroyed anything. Unless you count my patience.” Primo said, his humor relieving some of the tension in the room. Mary, even laughing along with him through the tears. 

“I love him Primo.” Mary said, whipping away the droplets from her eyes. Wishing that it was all a dream. That she and Terzo would live happily ever after like they do in fairy tales. No prophecies or damnation, a child born to them that was no more evil than herself—a sinner who was otherwise good. 

“I know you do, and he loves you and that baby more than anything in creation.” Primo smiled. Mary, gently smiling back at him before she tried to straight out a bit more. Wincing after only a moment. Her brow furrowing hard on her forehead as her hand came up to rest upon her swollen belly.

“What’s wrong?” asked Cirrus, rushing over to her bedside. 

“Oh no…” she said, her eyes growing wide as the wet spot between her legs grew larger across the sheets. “My water just broke. The baby is coming.” 

“Shit.” Omega remarked, but Primo without hesitation took control. Though inside he too was scared. Never in his life did he imagine any of this would come to pass. Most certainly that he would ever need to help deliver a child.

“It’s going to be alright piccola.” he began, turning to face Omega and the ghoulettes as they stood anxiously nearby.  

“Omega, get Terzo here now.” 

Terzo had sat quietly on the ground. His head hung low between his knees as he tried pulling himself together enough to return inside. Each moment without Mary near was enough to drive him mad. Though he knew now things were once again forever changed between them. 

He lifted up his head. Closing his eyes and drawing forth a deep breath as he prepared to stand, when he felt the weight of something on his lap. Opening his eyes to look down at a dagger that laid across him. Small enough to be concealed and sharp enough to slice through bone. 

“What the–” He began, lifting the dagger to take a closer look. It was the same one from Gabriel. The hilt, still shimmering with celestial light. Weighted well in his hand as he twisted it around. 

“You know what to do.” said a voice. Seeming to come from inside him, “...use their own blade to give me what I ask.” Terzo shook off the thought as he tucked the blade into his coat pocket. Hearing another familiar voice calling out to him. 

“Terzo! Terzo!” they yelled. Instantly he recognized it was Omega. The ghoul had quickly turned the corner and came running into the garden clearing. Urgently calling out to him as the ghoul’s face looked frightened and helpless. Unlike Terzo had ever seen before.

“Omega…what—”

“No time, Mary has gone into labor!” he explained. Yanking Terzo off the ground and onto his feet. The two of them, taking off towards the Abbey. His faithful companion unaware of what Terzo had been asked—what he was now certain he must do. 

 “Just breathe, Mary. He’s on his way.” Primo assured her. Cumulus moved quickly as she began wringing out the washcloth of cool water, placing it back on Mary’s forehead. Her face covered in tears and her body dripping with sweat. The pain of her labor, becoming more and more intense with each passing second. 

“Oh…ah…I changed my mind. I don’t wanna do this anymore.” she cried. Her hands gripped tightly to the sheets. Turning white, nails tearing through the fabric as another contraction hit her.

“I think it’s too late for that.” Cirrus told her, peeking her head out in the hall for any sign of Omega and Terzo’s return. 

 “Ah!” Mary screamed. Primo brought himself down at the end of the bed. Lifting up the sheet to see a gush of blood pouring out from inside her. So much blood that a chill ran through him. Scared that the child may already be gone. Something he knew he couldn’t tell her. 

“Mary, please breathe.” he said once again. Trying his best to hide his fears, when suddenly the wounds from the stigmata began opening up. One by one, each of them splitting open again until she was covered in blood. Screaming and crying from all the intense pain. Inescapable and horrifying. 

“Oh fuck, it’s tearing through me!” Mary screamed. Her dress now completely soaked in blood from the waist down as Primo and the ghoulettes tried to hold her down. Mary quickly was falling further into madness, bleeding out before them. Cursed with visions of Heaven and Hell, furiously fighting a war that would never be won. Surrounded by blood and gore—the likes of which were of an indescribable amount. Covering all the world as the sound of Satan’s laughter began filling her ears.

As another contraction hit, she screamed again. This time begging for death, for God to take her and spare her baby. Gripped tightly onto Cumulus' hand. The ghoulette’s claws, going numb in her grasp. There was nothing they could do to stop it—this baby was coming and now.   

“It’s going to be ok Mary, don’t push yet. It’s too soon.” Primo begged. Watching as she writhed around in the bed. The stigmata wounds, continuing to bleed, spattering across the room as she struggled against the ghoulettes’ hold. Both of them, looking at one another in fear before turning their sights on Primo. Knowing that Mary and her child would likely not make it.

She had lost so much blood. Her screams, turning to a deafening silence. Mary, completely void of strength as her labor continued. Crying softly as she clung barely on to life. All of them, helpless to watch her and her child dying before their eyes. Primo continued doing his best to assist. Holding himself together like he always did in times of crisis. Praying that at least one of them would be spared of this fate.

When all had seemed at its bleakest, Terzo and Omega could finally be heard running down the Hall. Catching sight of Secondo as he too was making his way down to the infirmary. The rest of the Abbey inhabitants lining the halls as the screams from poor Mary had flooded the building—blood curdling cries, sent echoing throughout every square inch, alerting them to the situation. They were nothing but a blur as Terzo and the others burst through the doorway.

“How is she? Oh, Mary I’m so sorry.” Terzo cried, covered in sweat and smeared paint. Filled with horror at the sight of her. Blood everywhere, covering everything around them. His love’s face, pale and stone still. Looking as if she were only moments from death. Terzo realized that it was now or never. 

“She’s lost so much blood fratellino, I don't think either of them are going to make it.” Primo told him. The old man’s face filled with more sorrow than Terzo had ever seen at his admission. The rise and fall of Mary’s chest, barely discernible, now slowing as her time drew near. 

“This can’t be…we must be able to do something.” Secondo chimed in, the guilt of his covetousness weighing heavily on him. Worried that he had somehow allowed this to happen. That somehow, he too was at fault and that both God and Lucifer had forsaken Mary and her child for his own defiance and greed. 

“There—there is something.” Terzo began. The words, barely making it out of him as all others in the room stopped to face him. Waiting for his answer as Terzo swallowed back, tasting the foulness in his mouth for what he was about to say—about to do. 

“What is it?” Primo asked, bringing his hands between Mary’s legs to feel for the baby’s head. Its small peak of hair, just palpable from inside her. “We must hurry, I can feel the head.”

“Oh fuck.” Omega gulped, feeling dumbfounded and lost. Terzo slipped his hand within his coat. Pulling from it the blade hidden within. Instantly the tears began to fall from his eyes. 

“This.” he told them. All eyes falling to the sharp edge of the blade. 

“What?” Secondo asked as Terzo began sobbing. Looking over to Mary as she had all but bled out. Watching the life slip away from her as he stood before his brother. Holding the blade, he was to murder Secondo with, in his hands. Scared he had waited too long and that even now it was too late for Mary and their child to survive. Would he be sacrificing Secondo for nothing? 

“I was visited in the garden by Lucifer.” he began, everyone’s attention held in a vice. The presence of the old one, felt even now in the room. Surrounding them in a veiled cloud of darkness. 

“And?” Primo said as he and the ghoulettes continued to try and take care of Mary as best they could. 

“I was told that the child would be spared its fate as the antichrist if I—I…”

“If you what stronzo? Spit it out.” Secondo hissed, though it seemed to Terzo as if he knew. As if something had told him already that a deal had been made.  

“If I kill you.” Terzo admitted, the sounds of gasping filling the room. “But I just can’t.”

“Then do it.” Secondo told him. Realizing this was it—this was his chance, given to him by Lucifer to redeem himself. A chance for him to make things right between them.

“I never wanted to make this choice!�� Terzo cried out when suddenly Secondo came to stand before him.

“I said do it! Do it now!” he yelled, taking the blade from Terzo and positioning it against the flesh of his chest. Wrapping Terzo’s hands around the hilt as he continued on. “Kill me now. It’s the only way.” Secondo told him, the hint of tears glazing his eyes.    

“But Secondo… I…” Terzo tried to continue. His sobbing, blurring his vision more as he heard Secondo too had succumbed to his emotions. The rest of them, waiting with bated breath as the two brothers reached their inescapable fate. 

“Please.” Secondo begged, staring into his little brother’s eyes. His heart aching, pounding—breaking. Both of them were covered in sweat. Chests heaving with labored breath and souls crying out from within. 

“I don’t want to do this Secondo. Understand that I…I have to….” Terzo cried, trying to reason with himself. This was the only way to save Mary. To save his child from death. 

“Then do what you have to do.” Secondo smiled softly. 

“Oh cazzo…Secondo I can’t. I can’t.” Terzo yelled. Cursing the Devil and God alike as he stood with the blade pressed just above his brother’s beating heart. 

“I have not been a good brother to you Terzo. Let me do this.” Secondo begged, Terzo pulling away and pacing the room. Feeling as though he may die before being able to make the choice. His whole body aching as each second passed. 

“I just…I can’t.” Terzo cried once more. Secondo had had enough. Looking at Mary as she lay in the bed. Covered in crimson red, inches from death. Knowing that deep down this was the only way to save her. Confident that his sacrifice—their sacrifice would fix it. 

“Ah!” Secondo yelled, charging towards him. Forcing Terzo to finish him. The blade, plunging deep into Secondo’s chest. Everyone was in shock as Secondo dropped to the ground. The dagger sticking out from his front. Letting go from his mortal coil as a smile spread across his face. It was done. 

“Why?” Terzo asked him as he fell to his knees. Kneeling beside him and pulling him close in his arms. 

“I love you.” Secondo told him as he began to cough. The blood stained his normally blackened lips, red. The second Emeritus son had slipped away in peace.

“I love you.” Terzo cried as Secondo fell lifeless in his arms. Setting his brother carefully down to the floor in silence. The loudest silence any of them had ever known. 

“Terzo…” Mary’s voice rang out in the quiet of the room. Barely above a whisper it managed to carry him as he turned to face her in her severely weakened state. All of them, relieved to hear her knowing she had been spared as promised in the wake of Secondo’s death. 

“Amore.” Terzo called out, rushing to her side and taking her hand. Primo could feel the baby’s head was crowning. 

“We are almost there.” he told Terzo, trying his best to continue on in the chaos. Feeling, as Mary had another contraction, that the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck. Terzo immediately noticed the look flash across Primo’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching his brother work to get the baby out as fast as he could.

“It’s too late.” Mary cried. Terzo, feeling helpless as Primo refused to answer him. Mary brought his hand to her side. Feeling the blood as it began pouring out from the final stigmata wound. The wound had appeared without her even making a whimper. Too weak and far gone to even respond as she began slipping steadily away.

“Oh fuck. No! No!” Terzo yelled as Mary went limp. Primo, working his hardest to help deliver the baby who had managed to come through the birth canal. Removing the ensnarement of the cord. Crushed to find no signs of life as he held the small bundle in his arms. 

“Terzo…I’m so sorry.” Primo told him, holding the baby closely in his arms. His face filled with tears. Sniffling back to try his best to speak. “He’s gone.” 

“NO! You promised me!” Terzo howled. His voice, cracking in pain as his screams reached both Heaven and Hell. Raging at the universe and all things within it. Ready to burn existence down before him.

I PROMISED YOU NOTHING INSOLENT WHELP.

The voice said, echoing all around them. All of them immediately knew who it came from. God himself, coming to gloat that he had prevailed. Taken everything from Terzo and his beloved Mary.

“God?” Mary asked, barely alive. Knowing that her baby was gone. Her life was destroyed, and she no longer cared about anything. Wishing for her death to come. 

You defied me Mary. You refused to erase your sin and now two people have died instead of one. 

“You fucking piece of shit!” Terzo growled, wishing he had any control. His son was dead, held still in his brother’s arms. His other brother, lifeless on the floor. The love of his life barely holding on as her own God smugly berated her—blamed her.

“I—” Mary began, somehow managing to continue on. 

I am however a benevolent God. I can give you a second chance. Beg me for forgiveness and repent for your sins and I shall heal thee. Welcome you back into the bosom of Heaven. Absolve you of sin. 

Mary looked over to Primo, seeing her baby for the first time. His little hand, just visible above the blanket as Primo held onto him. Knowing that he had never been able to draw his first breath. Feel the love she held for him in her heart. A heart now torn in a million pieces. Shattered like glass, never able to be whole again in his absence. She no longer cared about what would happen to her, ready to have God strike her where she stood but not before she said her peace.

“I no longer want your paradise.” she began. Her tears, so intense that her voice could barely continue through them. “You are nothing. Nothing but false promises and veiled wickedness.” she cried, when the sound of hissing came loudly pouring into the room. A snake slithering across the bloodied floor. Gliding in a winding swirl over Secondo's body, before coiling up onto the bed beside where Mary lay. The serpent, beginning to speak to them, though its lips never moved. 

“I ALWAYS keep my promises.” it said as suddenly a cry came out from the little bundle in Primo’s arms. The once pale hand, turning pink as the child wriggled in his uncle's arms. Primo, smiling down and crying as the baby announced himself unto the world.

All of them, joyous and shocked that the child was now alive. Mary too was returning to her normal color. The blood that had covered her, slowly disappeared as if it was never spilled. Primo, quickly handing Mary her son. His small face brightly shining as Terzo held the two of them in his arms.  

“Our baby.” he cried. The tears now of pure joy as he buried his face into Mary’s hair. 

“He’s going to be alright.” Primo told them. Both Mary and Terzo, filled with relief as she turned her sights upward. Addressing God head on as he watched them in annoyance. 

“It is in the devil and his servant, my sweet Terzo, that I have found the truth of what you are. The father who would abandon his child for a gentle sin.” Mary yelled. The smile on her face, cold towards her once beloved deity as God’s light shone within the room. So bright that it nearly blinded them. 

Be damned then you fool. Enjoy what you have now…until we meet again.

God said, his voice tainted with hatred as the bright light faded away. Disappearing into the ceiling before leaving all of them alone together. The serpent too had disappeared in thin air, just as Terzo and Mary had held tightly to one another. Their little boy cooing away in his parent’s arms. 

One Week Later…

It was a rainy day. Crisp and windy, just as he would have liked it, Terzo imagined as he prepared himself for Secondo’s funeral. A day like this was his favorite kind. The energy of a storm on the horizon and the cleansing power of the rain was always something Secondo held dear. 

Terzo smiled at the thought. Though his brother may never have thought so, Terzo knew now that Secondo had truly been the best of them. Willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for those he loved. One Terzo would never let anyone forget.  

“It’s almost time.” Mary said, coming to meet him. Annoyed to still find him getting dressed in his vestments. Clearly losing himself in thought as the day weighed on him.

“I know, come here.” he smiled, a hit of bittersweet emotions held in his eyes. Holding out his hands as he waited for Mary to give him their son. Little baby Luca, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, looked just like his father in every way. 

“Don’t wake him Terzo, I just got him to fall asleep.” Mary pleaded, gently handing him over. The little boy stretched; eyes still closed as he nuzzled into his father’s chest. The quiet hum of his snores and the tiny beats of his heart, felt softly against Terzo’s grasp. Tears falling from his eyes.

“Will he ever know how much he is loved?”

“He will…we will make sure of it.” Mary replied, pushing up on her toes to kiss Terzo’s forehead. Careful to not disturb his paints. 

“You were right, you know, all children are gifts from God.” Terzo smiled.

“I just was mistaken on which God.” Mary smiled, “...now let's get going.” she continued, taking the baby back from him as they headed down the stairs towards the chapel.

Terzo was overwhelmed as he walked down the nave. The pews, lined with flowers and plants of emerald, green. All in honor of his brother's color. He tried not to think about it as he approached the sanctuary. The casket staring him down, making it harder for him to keep it together.  

This brother’s loss felt heavy among the siblings, ghouls, clergy, and congregation. Terzo wondered if now Secondo could see just how much he meant to others. Just how important he really was. Just before stepping up to the pulpit, to give his final respects, Terzo placed his hand on the top of the casket.

“You were the best of us all.” he whispered, hoping that Secondo could hear him. Sniffling back as he prepared to give his brother’s eulogy. “Thank you.” 

Notes:

dolcezze- sweethearts

piccola- little one (feminine)

Stronzo- asshole

[tehriel]

Terzo x reader

A snippet of my first chapter

No warnings needed for this, a little spicier in later chapters. Slow burn, lots of character interaction.

Reader insert is a commission painter, little murder, little intrigue. Ghouls. Fun.

Ps. I don't speak Italian, google translate take the wheel.

“You can speak, you know?” You said after a while, as the stench of oil paint streamed out the church’s window and into the warm of early autumn. The set was then together with satin drapery in the background, golds and purples to compliment Papa’s robes and a gathering of ornate trinkets you found might be interesting to paint. Basket of apples on a pedestal for temptation, fig leaves, Adam, Eve, interesting goat statue. But Papa had started fidgeting, they alway did. Especially someone who is as strangely pent up as Papa. “I'm only sketching in shapes, expression comes in much later, I've got basics for the skull and hand. You can rest them for now, if you'd like.”

“I see,” he said quietly, setting down the skull and stretching his hand to rest on the arm rest. “So uh, hmm, what got you into painting, caro Pittore?”

Caro Pittore, he’d said it enough you googled it while setting up, ‘dear Painter’ in masculine. The man had game, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop on that front.

You gave a soft sigh, pretty much everyone asked that question, “I don't really have an exciting plot for you, Storyteller, same as anyone got their job, except for maybe you, is that a lineage…?” you raised a finger to stop yourself. “What would be more fun, and something I've done with clients before, we play a game of assumptions. You only get to meet a person for the first time once in your life. Why ruin the surprise with real answers? Life is so boring. Tell me, who do you think I am, or shall I start with you?”

A glint blossomed in his eye just long enough for you to catch it in your piece, just a sketch, it could get lost in the layers but for now, it was there. “Please, Pittore, it’s your game, show me how it is played.”

“Let’s see,” you turned your head this way, then that, sizing him up. “When you were four, your best friend was a goat. You were of course born within the church and so goats are very friendly faces to you.” A smile cracked over his face, “his name was Stanley.”

“Stanley the fucking goat? From Italy, huh?”

“Why are you laughing at his name? He was your best friend! Goats don’t live as long as you are old, so may he ever Rest In Peace.”

“Old, huh? Shit, we can't be more than ten years apart.”

“If I'm honest I cannot tell, your makeup makes it completely ambiguous. Your turn.”

“Okay, uh, you said you've painted for churches before, you grew up religious, si?”

“The detective work!” You leaned into it with a surprised look.

“Boarding school, horrible catholic nuns, you saw through the dogma but to this day some sexual acts are too taboo for you to even consider… or did it entirely push you in the other direction, huh?”

“Yes, I am still scared of nuns, her name was sister Josie and she liked hitting kids with rulers entirely too much,” you said very seriously.

“How close was I, caro Pittore?”

“Somewhere between very close and not even in the ballpark.” You laughed back, “is that a back story or a personal kink, Papa?”

“Eh, you know, religious trauma, anti-pope,” he pointed at the hat with his free no- longer-skulled hand, “it's a thing.”

“What is the pope-hat called?”

“Pope-hat?!” He almost broke posture in laughter, but he restrained himself. “It's a mitre.”

“Ah, such a sexy name for a pope-hat. Either way, I’m glad I fit your bill Papa, and you--you became Papa Emeritus the third, because there was a bloody tournament where all the Papas fought eachother and though you won, you had to consume all the others to gain their knowledge.”

“Yes, of course, it was a very uh, prestigious tournament called the, 'tournament where we just fucking eat eachother’, but it's in old Latin so it sounds better than when I say it. Si.”

“You must be very knowledgeable then.”

“Eh, only the bedroom expertise tracked across unfortunately, but you know, in their name I make sure it doesn't go to waste,” he actually winked at you.

You shook your head with laughter and scribbled in a wink with your burnt umber, to get lost in the layer but stay marked there forever. You took a sip from your water bottle, legs growing tired from standing.

“Along with the religious trauma, you have ‘daddy’ issues,” he accused.

“Ah, I’ve seen what you've done there, Papa.”

“Si, you know, really heavy issues with your father, you once fought him on a yacht, he fell over the side, pshhh.” He looked like he wanted to move his hands in an animated kind of way but held back. “You never saw him again. You thought he was dead but he faked it… found him in Mexico years later with a new step momma,” he shook his head and looked genuinely crestfallen for you.

You nearly spat out the water you had been sipping on. “Oh, well, my ‘daddy issues’ make me fight the patriarchy and get spicy in bed. Obviously not too spicy, don't want to stoke the vengeful ghost of sister Josie…”

“When did she pass? I'm so sorry,”

You giggled, “but your mummy issues just make you sad and unable to control your emotions!”

“Is that fucking right? Not projecting are we?”

“I don't know what you mean, Papa~ and yes, she treated you so poorly, she used to use you as a footrest while she watched her shows. Even now ‘the days of our lives’ opening theme gives you flashbacks.”

“And through all my shitty violent outbursts you think you can fix me, si?”

“Yes of course, naw, Papa, we’ve all seen how far you've come and we are so proud of you.”

Papa Emeritus gave up holding his pose and leaned forward laughing. “I very much like this game,” he raised a gold clawed finger.

“Oh, bless your unholiness, you miss your mother so much, you wear her nails.”

“Stop, fermare, non, it hurts,” he held his stomach.

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Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 9: The End Days

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below!

Secondo and Primo waited impatiently outside in the hall. The sounds of their footfalls, echoing down the corridor as they paced the marble floor. The door to the infirmary was closed to them. The Ministry physician and Terzo on the other side, doing everything they could to save Mary and the child. 

Secondo’s heart was heavy. Filled with the guilt of coveting her. No longer envying his brother for the perceived honor he had been bestowed, but instead wounded by the knowledge of his brother’s pain. Feeling even more culpable having developed feelings for her. Still drawn to Mary, much as he supposed Terzo had been in the beginning. 

Called by her fair face and sweet disposition. The likes of which, Secondo would normally regard as begging for his personal style of corruption and obscenity. Lustful thoughts he now wished he could bury, strangle—kill off. Primo noticed it, his brother’s descent into his thoughts, becoming madder as the seconds passed. Ticking away on the monstrance clock down the hall.

“What are you thinking?” Primo asked him. 

“Nothing.” Secondo scoffed, folding his arms and continuing to pace. Primo hated being lied to, especially when they already knew he knew. Bringing his arm up to halt him with a jolt to the chest. Stopping Secondo in his tracks.

“Cazzate. So quando nascondi qualcosa. Pensi che sia la prima volta che mi menti. Che sono completamente nuovo alla tua stupidità?” he spewed, groaning in Italiano. Always faltering to his native tongue when he became flustered or angry. 

“It’s this whole thing.”

“Jealousy was always your downfall Secondo… you need to learn not everything belongs to you.” Primo snapped. Pissed that Secondo was still hung up on misplaced desires for their brother’s lover. Convinced that Secondo cared more about satisfying his cock than he did anything else. 

“I know, and for that I am sorry.” he sighed, a moment of true contrition from him. One Primo had not expected, when Terzo came from behind the door. Still covered in blood, but his face awash in relief. 

“She’s stable. For how long we don’t know.” Terzo explained, running his hand over his head. Allowing himself a moment to come down from the surge of adrenaline that had come from what transpired. 

“Did she receive the wound fratello? The wound of the spear?” Primo asked, hoping that if she had, and survived it, by Satan’s grace then maybe she would be spared the fate he had feared was destined for her.

“No…no she did not.”

Hours later, Terzo refused to leave Mary’s side once more. His head hung low towards his lap. Pounding and spinning. Never before in his life had he felt such pain and anguish. Scared with every fiber of his being that Mary would pay the price for his own selfishness—his cowardice. He held her hand gently as she laid beside him on the bed—unconscious and lost.

“What’s done, is done fratello. You can’t change that.” Primo told him. His brotherly hand, placed atop Terzo’s shoulder. Trying to comfort the brother who he could not bear to see suffering. The greatness of it was unimaginable as the woman Terzo loved—who carried his child, remained somewhere in purgatory. Paying for their shared crime against Heaven—alone.  

“So I just sit here? Siediti come un fottuto idiota?” he lashed out. An action that would have normally elicited a slap from Primo, now leaving him despondent. Terzo clutching tighter to Mary’s hand. Hoping for some sign that she was going to be alright. That he could look to the future and see them thriving. 

Even now he imagined it—a small child and his Mary. Surrounded by the beauty of the gardens. Her smiling face, turning back to look at him as he followed closely behind them. All he had ever wanted, wrapped up in that one small fragment of hope still holding on inside him. 

“Of course, not Terzo. Come with me, let us go find Secondo and formulate a plan.” Primo suggested. Terzo looked up at him through his brows. Angry that all the answers had always led to more questions. Knowing just how dire the current situation had become and that their time had all but run out. Watching as Mary was slipping away.

“What, pray tell would he do to help? The man has practically been avoiding me since this all started. Something is going on with him. I have half a mind to think he has something to do with this.” Terzo groaned.

“While I admit there is more to his sulking than meets the eye, I hardly can believe that he is responsible for this. You know better than that fratello.” Primo reasoned with him. Terzo lamented, nodding his head in agreement. Primo was right, while he was certainly not innocent, Secondo did not create this problem.

Something felt off once more to Terzo. The words Primo had said stuck with him. Lingering a moment before he inquired about them. Asking his brother for clarification.

“What do you mean there is more than meets the eye.” Terzo asked, his curiosity piqued as Primo began rubbing at his temples. Exhaling through pursed lips as he realized what he had just done. 

“Terzo this really isn’t the time.” Primo explained, hoping that thing would just move on, but knowing full well that once Terzo had his mind set to ask there would be no getting around it. 

“Tell me now.”

“Secondo… he… well the stronzo has developed some feelings for…”, Primo began as he gestured towards Mary, “They are misplaced as usual and he will absolutely not act on them, but of course you know him. He always wants the toy he doesn’t have.” Primo explained, desperately trying to downplay the situation, when Terzo rose up from his spot on the bed. The vein on his forehead, bulging as he went to leave the room.

Secondo came drifting out of the confessional booth. Following a very disheveled sister of sin, who seemed to be in a hurry to leave, as Primo and Terzo approached him. Primo rolled his eyes as he watched Secondo adjusting his slacks. 

“I hope we aren’t interrupting. Terzo hissed. His eyes filled with fury. Ready to tear Secondo apart. His resolve barely held together as Secondo replied. 

“I needed to get some things off my mind.”

“Yeah… I know exactly what it is you need to relieve yourself of you stronzo!” Terzo growled. Secondo, looking over to Primo for answers before dodging a punch. 

“Che cazzo stai facendo?” Secondo yelled, ready for Terzo’s next move. 

“He knows fratello.” Primo explained.

“Knows what?” Secondo groaned as Primo did his best to stop Terzo from lunging at him once again. Terzo’s chest heaving and teeth clenched—ready for a fight. 

“Cazzo! You think I don't know what you are thinking? That I can’t see the things you think are hidden. The truths I know you have uttered in darkness, behind closed doors. Vile things spit from your mouth under the veil of anonymity. I had my suspicions, but the confirmation… you disgust me.” Terzo growled, grabbing hold of Secondo’s chasuble. Ready to kill him with his bare hands. 

“Now is not the time, Terzo. You need to think about Mary. You needn't be worried about this fool. He knows he is out of line. I assure you.” Primo proclaimed, pulling Terzo off and pushing Secondo back from attempting to swing on him. 

“Va’ a farti fottere.” Terzo said, spitting in Secondo's direction as he took off towards the gardens.

Terzo reached the greenhouse. Desperate for the fresh air, to remove himself from his conflict with Secondo. Primo would keep watch over Mary as he tried to clear his head, but he was a man on fire. Rage, building up inside him. Digested with his brother and even more so, his own feelings of helplessness. 

He sat at the wrought iron table just outside the greenhouse. Storm clouds hanging high overhead, threatening a downpour—a cosmic reflection of how he was feeling inside. An imminent crash and burn steadily ahead. Terzo was falling apart. 

It was in this, his darkest of times that it appeared to him. Like in the Nazarene’s moment of weakness, he first heard the sound of leaves crumbling under pressure. The howl in the wind, chilling him before finally the appearance of a black, slick scaled serpent. Slithering along the soft bed of grass. 

Its eyes, a wicked golden glow. It was silent as it crawled along its belly. Disappearing slowly behind one of Primo’s prized red rose bushes. Only to reappear—transformed as a dark, mysterious woman. 

Soft form, draped in black fabric. Fabric that seemed to move as if it were floating in water as they approached him. Eyes filled with Hell fire, lined in charcoal black lashes and the rubiest of red lips. Their beauty, unlike anything Terzo had ever seen. Who? What was this?

“Dilecte fili mi dulcissime. Plenus vae, ut te salutat benignus deus tuus.” the woman said as they reached him. Terzo freezing up in their presence. Pupils blown wide and the beating of his heart, echoing in his ears.  

“Who are—” he tried to ask, feeling the sensation of his bones being chilled by an icy fire inside him. Both freezing and burning up in the being’s presence. The sounds of thunder, beginning to rumble in the sky. 

“I am called many things.” They smiled. It was then clear to Terzo in that moment exactly who they were. This temptress—this ethereal being was Lucifer him…herself.

“You're him, her…” he said, the words halting as they left him. 

“I can be whatever you desire...” they began, perking up an eyebrow at him, “...and what we all know you desire, Emeritus, is and always will be—a beautiful woman.” Lucifer smirked. Terzo shook off the initial shock, trying to pretend he didn’t feel the immense discomfort from merely being this close to them.   

“You’re not wrong…but that woman is Mary.” Terzo hissed. Lucifer’s face turned to that of annoyance. Taking a seat beside him at the table as if they were two old friends. Enjoying the afternoon in each other's company. 

“Terzo… please. Why can’t you be more like your brothers? Settle down that defiant streak. It doesn’t suit you.” they told him.

“Heh…”

“I mean… look what listening to me has done for you. A beautiful lover, and a child. Some men couldn’t imagine being worthy of obtaining such fine things.” Lucifer boasted. Watching as the look of anger and betrayal washed over Terzo’s face.

“You tricked me into obeying you, knowing that you would tear it all from me.” he roared. 

“I have done NO such thing.” Lucifer growled. The darkness inside them, beginning to show through the well placed veil of beauty. “It is her God that makes you suffer… not me.” 

“But you chose me… us for this. Had you picked Secondo and one of his lovers, God’s attention would be placed elsewhere. YOU said it had to be her. YOU sent me to take her knowing it would usurp his wraith.” Terzo cried before his Dark God. Dropping to his knees before them. Head bowed and fists grasping tight the fabric of their dress.

“Get up Emeritus… groveling will do nothing for you.” Lucifer explained to him. Terzo, raising up as he was told. Meeting with Lucifer’s stare.  

“Please choose someone else.” Terzo begged once more. The Dark one letting out a sigh. Feeling themselves a pushover—always having had an affinity for the youngest Emeritus son.

“I will consider it—”

“Oh…oh thank you Lucifer. Thank you.” Terzo interrupted, too soon it seemed when Lucifer held out their hand to stop his praises. 

“But you must do something for me.”

“What?! Tell me! I’ll do anything to spare her and our child from this chaos and pain.” he cried, ready to give up his own life if Lucifer should only ask of it. Lay down on Hell’s vorpal blade and allow himself to be extinguished at the Dark one’s hands. The love he felt for his child and Mary, giving him the strength to end it all. Knowing that in return they’d be safe in his stead. 

“I require a sacrifice. If I agree to withhold the evil that is set to inhabit your child. If I release your woman from the peril that plagues her…then I want you to…”

“Please, anything!” Terzo cried again, Lucifer smiling as they took his face in the palms of their hands. Holding him deceivingly gentle, as if they didn’t hold his life—his family’s lives in their grasp.

“You will kill Secondo.”

Notes:

Cazzate. So quando nascondi qualcosa. Pensi che sia la prima volta che mi menti. Che sono completamente nuovo alla tua stupidità?- Bullshit. I know when you are hiding something. You think this is the first time you've lied to me. That I am brand new to your foolishness?

Che cazzo stai facendo?- What the fuck are you doing?

Siediti come un fottuto idiota?- Sit here like a fucking fool?

Va’ a farti fottere- Get fucked.

Dilecte fili mi dulcissime. Plenus vae, ut te salutat benignus deus tuus.- My dear sweet child. Full of woe as your benevolent god greets you.

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Thought I would try something new for people keeping up with my fics so we will start first with Holy Mary since it was the most recent update!

I will occasionally post the updated chapter links list with tags so everyone can use it to navigate. This will be -IN ADDITION- to when I post about the new chapters.

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

tags: Blasphemy, Religious Imagery, Blood/Gore, NSFW, Pregnancy, Dark Romance, Jealousy/Angst, Catholic Nun, Biblical references, etc.

Chapter 1: Calling

Chapter 2: The Woman in the Guest's Wing

Chapter 3: Caged

Chapter 4: The Crown

Chapter 5: The Voice

Chapter 6: More Questions Than Answers

Chapter 7: The Way to Forgiveness

Chapter 8: All Good Things Must Come to an End

Chapter 9: COMING SOON!

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HOLY MARY

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 8: All Good Things Must Come to an End

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet, start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

The rain was relentless. Cascading down from all sides. Like the biblical flood of Noah, it flowed down from the Heavens. Bathing the world in fury and rage. The Abbey inhabitants remained safely inside, unbothered by its ferocity and going about things as usual. 

A few weeks had passed since Mary received the new stigmata wounds. They were now all but fully healed. The bleeding, ceasing as her belly continued to grow. Each day, passing without so much as a whisper from God—or the Devil. 

If they hadn’t lived it, Terzo and Mary might have believed it never happened. The two of them, living a life that seemed to resemble normalcy. Or at least as normal as a former nun and the current Antipope, who were expecting their first child, could expect. The more days passed, the more it felt like a bad dream. 

Mary had tried to bury down the thoughts of what her God had asked of her. Terzo too had been trying his best to pretend that he didn’t know what was to come. Both of them were unaware of when or if this chance at happiness would be ripped away once again. Settling into feelings that were surreal and always on edge. 

Primo, too, was baffled by it all. Wondering why the stigmata wounds were healing. Unlike the starry-eyed couple, who had chosen to hide behind the present moments of brightness, he was unconvinced. Primo knew deep down, this false sense of security would soon end and that there was no way Lucifer and God would allow things to remain as they were. 

Despite it all, the one who seemed to be going through the worst of it was Secondo. Sulking about the Abbey as if he was more hurt and anyone else. Wearing his despair on his sleeve like an obvious stain that refused to come out. Unapproachable as ever with each passing day.

In the hollow of the confession booth, he sat. Head down and wringing his hands. Secondo, struggling with the urges he had been so desperately trying to control. His thoughts about Mary, only growing more intense as the time passed. 

Still seething with jealousy with every passing glance at her sweet face or the curve of her belly. He was more broken now than he had ever been before. A man once filled with dark righteousness, the likes that only Primo had surpassed. Now his constitution was slowly crumbling inside him.      

He had sought sanctuary in the booth. Hoping to find some solace in prayer, but his mind and the growing bulge in his pants would not allow it. He released himself, hard cock springing up and already dripping with need. He took it in his hand, biting his lower lip as he began thrusting up into it. 

Mary’s name on his lips as he fucked his own fist. The supple leather aiding him as he pretended it was her tightening cunt. The warmth inside her, surrounding him as she held on to his chasuble. Crying out from the pleasure with their coupling and both of them engulfed in pleasure.  

It wasn’t long before Secondo was grunting and pumping. Harder and harder as he felt the pressure building up inside. Finally spilling himself over his hand. Quickly retrieving an emerald-colored mouchoir from his pocket to cleanse himself of his shame. Reality setting back in quickly with the clarity of his orgasm.    

“Satan, Morningstar. Brightest amongst those who fell from Heaven. I am your servant. From the moment of my conception, until I am consumed by Hellfire…I shall worship you.” he whispered as he dropped to his knees in the booth. “I have never asked anything from you. Not so much as a word. Even when you spoke to Primo and not myself, I have never defied you. Never turned from your will, your darkness—or refused any command. But now…now I must ask you—why? Why did you choose him?” 

The silence was deafening. Secondo, shaking his hand as the storm continued to rage outside. Lightning, illuminating the chapel all around the booth while he sat in the darkness. Listening to the sound of the crashing of the wind as he closed his eyes. The loud pounding of the rain hitting the old cathedral style windows that lined the room. The wind whipped drops hitting the colored panes like bullets from the Heavens.

“Heh…” he chuckled a bit to himself, shaking his head. “Still, it seems the Heavens weep for what's to come—a child of Hell.” Secondo continued. “A child of darkness and Terzo, his worldly father… Fucking speak to me! Why do you leave me in silence? Have I not proven my loyalty to you? Shepherded your flock? Given my life in your service?” he growled. 

Of course,  you have. Even now you honor me with your lust and envy.

A voice spoke from the void of the darkness. Secondo, rushing up onto his feet, his heart pounding in his ears and his eyes blown wide. He took a moment, listening and standing still. Allowing his heart rate to slow as the booth filled with nothing but the sounds of his breathing.

“Lu-Lucifer?” he spoke into the darkness. Feeling the weight of an otherworldly hand upon his shoulder. One that felt as if it had manifested from the walls of the booth. 

How could I deny such a request to speak with you Secondo. Afterall you made it abundantly clear that you have been such a good servant.  

Secondo could hardly believe it. The voice of the profane one, the bringer of darkness, Lucifer had finally spoken to him. Had this been any other moment he would have relished it. Reveled in the glory that it was to be chosen to hear his word straight from his cursed lips. Now however all he could think of was his own pain.

“Why was I not given the chance to…to...”

To fuck her? Defile her divine womb with your unholy seed? 

Secondo fell quiet. Of course, the secret of his desire was known to Satan. Worn plainly on his face like the black and white of his corpse paints. “Yes...” he uttered beneath his breath. A roar of laughter broke out in tandem with the storm. The infernal sound ringing in Secondo’s ears. 

Who said you can’t? What's stopping you from spilling yourself inside her right now? 

“It's too late. She belongs to him. I will never have the chance.” Secondo lamented. He felt the hand slowly slip from his shoulders. 

Tsk tsk tsk… all that ambition and passion I watched before, your mind set on EXACTLY what you wanted. Seems it's all gone now—or is it? 

Suddenly the air felt different. The silence, assuring Secondo that once more that he was alone in the booth. His mind, heavy with the words of his dark God. His pants still very much unzipped. 

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In the bowels of the Abbey Primo sat in communion with the spirits. The whispers and shrieks, seeping through to the world of the living and speaking their truths to him. Primo had gotten his answer. Before he was able to leave there was a pounding at the chamber door. 

“Che cazzo? Chi sarebbe così stupido da disturbarmi?” he scoffed as he stood up and approached the door. Lifting up the latch and opening it to reveal Terzo. “Fratellino, I am glad it’s you. There is something we must discuss…and now.”

“What is it? I have been pacing around upstairs all day fratello. Waiting for you to come and tell me what the fuck is going on. Why has it all suddenly stopped? I must know what you have learned?” Terzo begged him. He had only become increasingly more anxious as things went on. Only mere weeks remained before Mary and him would welcome their son and he had, still, withheld the truth from her. 

Primo seemed to be someplace else for a moment as he stared at Terzo. His gaze, feeling as if he looked through him instead of at him. He grabbed hold of Terzo’s shirt and began dragging him back upstairs. When finally, he spoke, his words were only more concerning.   

“We have company.”

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Mary stretched out on the bed, gently trying to sit up. Her body, much harder to maneuver now than ever before. She smiled, ready to find Terzo, wherever he might be tucked away, and drag him back into bed with her. Spending another day together before the two would become three. Something however felt wrong the moment she got upright in the bed. 

The wounds on her head, back, and chest began burning a bit as she got up out of the bed. Mary moved to put on her robe, hit with the feeling that she was spinning around in the room though she’d stood still. She brought her hand to her mouth as the wave of nausea hit her and then she heard it. 

“Be not afraid.” a voice said from behind her. Panic sent coursing through her like blood in her veins. Mary sent over, fainting after her vision suddenly went black. When she began coming to, only a few moments later, she felt that someone was helping guide her back to the bed.

She began to relax, believing that it was Terzo. But when her vision returned, she quickly found out she was wrong. The haze cleared, revealing to her a stranger—a dark-haired, blue-eyed stranger. He seemed to almost be glowing before her. His appearance was pleasing to the eye. Tall, broad shouldered, and well dressed in a cream-colored suit. His dark hair, flowy and combed back away from his face. Despite his handsome features she felt uneasy in his presence.

“Be not afraid Mary.” he said once more. She had finally had enough sense about her to respond, but despite his statement she was still very much afraid.

“Who? Who are you?” she asked him, withdrawing backward towards the middle of the bed. Gripping tight to her covers as if they might shield her from any ill intentions. 

“I am the one sent to Nazareth. The one who announced to the Holy Mother, that with just a whisper by the spirit she would conceive Christ our lord—I am the one they call Gabriel.” he told her. Instantly Mary was moved to tears. The man’s body, beginning to change—allowing her to see the full glory of his shine coming from within. The mass of wings, unfurling from behind him. Revealing to her that he was in fact the archangel he claimed to be. 

“Why? Why have you come here?” she demanded.

“You know why Mary. Your time is running out. Soon that child will be born and your chance at paradise will fall like the Morningstar from the Heavens.” he explained.

“No—I won’t…I can’t.”

“Do you not understand the filth that you carry?” he asked her, genuinely confused how she could want to let this continue on.  

“I am the sinner! This child has never committed anything against God. He is innocent!” Mary cried. Gabriel’s face fell to the bed. He shook his head before beginning to crawl towards her. Mary shifted back as far as she could until she felt herself almost fall off the edge of the bed.

“That child you carry is the greatest of sin. The vessel for Antichrist. The body chosen to hold the most unholy of souls, one that awaits to trample over any other that might try and lay claim towards it.” Gabriel unveiled. Suddenly it became clear to him. From the spectral pallor of Mary’s face and the horror in her eyes, it was obvious. “Oh…you really didn’t know.”

“No! You’re lying!” she screamed, Gabriel beginning to laugh in her face. He quickly grabbed her. Painfully holding tight to her arms so that she couldn’t move away from him. Mary gritted her teeth, spitting in his face as she continued to cry. The tears, staining her cheeks in redness. 

“Oh, I wish I were. You have sinned against God himself and consorted with the highest of the Devil’s order…conceiving a child. This child will be the ender of nations. The harbinger of the end times Mary. All that you love, including your little painted lover, will be taken away in the burning Hellfire. It will consume you, as it will the rest of the world.” he yelled back. He reached into his jacket and pulled from it a dagger. The blade, old as time itself and glinting in the light that poured in from the window. Sharp enough to pierce flesh with such ease it could cut the fabric of time itself. 

“Terzo! Oh fuck! Help me! No!” Mary screamed as she managed to pull away from him, running across the room before Gabriel flew at her. Holding tight to her shoulder and running the back of the blade along the swell of Mary’s belly. She shuttered before him, the tears spilling faster and faster as she was certain her and her child would be killed. Then something surprising happened.

“Here.” Gabriel said as he handed over the blade. Mary, stunned, gripped it tight in her hand. Looking at it in sheer awe as the dagger emanated intensely with celestial power. Her mind, still spinning and more confused— more scared than ever.  

“What? You’re not going to? Why?” she asked him.

“It has to be you.” Gabriel explained, looking at her with almost pleading eyes. 

“If what you say is true, why doesn’t God strike me down? End this now before, as you said, it's too late?” she asked him. Gabriel let out a bit of a nefarious chuckle.

“Free will… it’s a helluva thing.” he winked. Suddenly Terzo, Secondo, and a pack of their ghouls swarmed the room. Bursting in to find the angel had already begun dissipating just as quickly as he had appeared. Terzo quickly ran to Mary who still held the blade in her hands. Grabbing it from her and throwing it before pulling her into his arms. 

“Mary are you alright…is the baby?” he asked as he looked her over. Relieved that she seemed to be uninjured. The ghouls went crazy, sniffing around the room for a hint of the angel's scent, convinced that he might still be there as Terzo tried his best to calm Mary. 

“The baby…”

“What about the baby?” he asked her. Mary looked at him, her eyes filled now with anger and pain. 

“You knew, didn’t you?” she snapped, pulling away from Terzo. 

“Knew what Mary? What’s wrong?” Terzo asked. Then came the sharp sting of Mary’s hand slapping him across his face. Smearing his pants and leaving a red mark, welting in their wake. 

“The baby is evil. He will become the Antichrist. You knew this whole time and you let me continue to carry him inside me! You let me take it this far. Now I damn us all!” she screamed before lifting up in the air before them. The ghouls, Terzo, and Secondo, all backing up in panic as they watched her rise up. 

Mary screamed more, frightened as she hung in the air. Blood, beginning to pour down her face—blinding her before them. Then she began thrashing around, midair, as the marks on her back reappeared. Like lashes from a whip, crimson marks, crisscrossing along her shoulders and back. Terzo and Secondo ran towards her but were thrown backwards as they approached. An unseen force keeping them from interfering with whatever was happening. 

“Secondo, fucking get Primo! Maybe he can stop this!” Terzo cried as the two of them tried to stand up. The ghouls continued hissing and growling as a light began shining out from within Mary’s wounds. Blood spilling as the droplets hovered in the air.  

“Go! Go!” Secondo yelled as he and his ghouls took off immediately for Primo. Terzo fell to his knees before Mary. Watching in horror as she was tortured before him. Unable to stop it. Mary began screaming harder as the wounds reappeared in her hands. So much blood, dripping all along the ground beneath her. 

“There will be great tribulation, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now, no, and never will be.” Mary whispered through her tears. Terzo reached out for her again, watching as her feet began to bleed. The nail wounds had now appeared in the center of them as Mary collapsed onto the ground. 

“Mary! No!” Terzo yelled as he rushed for her. Picking up her bloodied and battered body in his arms. Crying harder as he felt the gentle kicking of his child from inside her. Terrified that it was too late to stop anything. Finally, Secondo returned to the room with Primo and more ghouls, but it was too late. Mary had received four of the sacred wounds—and only one remained before she and the child would be killed.

Secondo placed his hand on Terzo’s shoulder as Primo rounded them. Dropping to the floor and pressing his fingers into Mary’s neck. Frantically searching for her pulse. Letting out a heavy exhale when it found it faintly present. 

“She’s alive. We need to get her to the infirmary now fratello.” he explained. Terzo nodded as the ghouls helped to pick Mary up from the floor and rush her to the physician. Primo and Secondo stood silently in the room as Terzo remained, kneeling on the floor and covered in his lover's blood. Crying out as he spoke to his brothers. 

“This is all my fault.”

Notes: 

Che cazzo? Chi sarebbe così stupido da disturbarmi?- What in the fuck? Who would be stupid enough to disturb me?

“There will be great tribulation, such as has not been from the beginning of the world until now, no, and never will be.” -Matthew 24:21

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Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 7: The Way to Forgiveness

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The agonizing heat of Summer was finally beginning to relent. The suggestion of Autumn presenting in the day’s cooler breeze, as Mary sat by herself on the balcony. It was the first time she had ventured out there alone. Happy for a moment of the sun on her face and the gentle wind blowing through her hair. 

Out there in the quiet, she could let go. A moment in time where she felt like a normal woman. A happy, and in love, expectant mother—not an excommunicated nun carrying a child conceived in ill repute. Mary wept, tears spilling over her cheeks as she held a sad smile on her face. Her eyelids pressed tightly closed as she brought her hand to her belly, feeling her child move. 

She opened her eyes again to take it all in, the view was beautiful. Mary stood at the rail, staring out over the whole of the Abbey grounds. Her eyes delighting in the sight of Primo’s garden. The vibrant colors from the plants and late summer blooms—breathtaking to behold. This strange and dark place, slowly revealing its soft underbelly to her. Sharing its warmth with her, like a welcoming embrace. The Abbey was now beginning to feel like home.

Mary began to daydream. Closing her eyes as she pictured a future she hoped to achieve. The promise and wish to be happy once more. Visions of her child running across the field with Terzo. Both of them, rough and tumbling in the spot just below her on the grounds. Smiling and waving up at her from where they played. Her heart—so full of love, a love that all three of them would share. 

It was then, the imaginings began to waiver. Dissolving images of her child-to-be and her lover, now replaced by a blinding light and that voice returning to her. Mary cowered from it, bringing her hands to her eyes as if she could block it out. The voice, starting as a quiet whisper, but beginning to grow louder and louder until Mary could deny it no more. The wounds on her hands and scalp stinging as the words from phantom lips came fully into focus. 

It is a shame that you have strayed so far into darkness. So far that you shun my light.

Mary shook her head as if she could somehow shrug off the words. The voice continued on, repeating it itself again. Telling her she had sinned and would be eternally damned for her transgressions. It replayed her visions, masked now with the threat of terror. Her child and Terzo, rained upon by fire and ash. 

Mary could no longer stand it. Even her soul felt as if it were tearing apart. Mary wanted to scream at the top of her lungs as the continued its torment of her. How was this the loving God she once gave her life in service of. 

“Why are you doing this to me? Do I really deserve this as punishment?” she asked, holding out her hands, blood dripping once more from her palms. Mary couldn’t help but cry, dropping to her knees as she wept. The baby, continuing to kick away inside her when the voice carried on. Its tone changed as if it had taken offense at her words. 

This is no punishment, Lamb. This is a gift…a gift to remind you that you are loved by him—by me. The marks of my son bestowed upon you, are to remind you of your chance at salvation…should you only choose to return to the light. Turning away from the darkness. The darkness that you have chosen to allow inside yourself. 

“But I didn’t choose all this…” Mary began as the light shone brighter, the voice calling out once more, before allowing her to continue. Ringing her ears with a timbre of fury and anger. 

YOU CHOSE TO FORNICATE WITH HIM. ABANDON YOUR VOWS FOR SINS OF THE FLESH….AND WITH THAT CHOICE YOU HAVE CONCEIVED EVIL IN YOUR WOMB. 

“My lord, I have sinned. I won’t pretend that I haven’t, but I beg of you…” Mary whimpered, her voice quivering with her words, “I beg that you please forgive me. Please Father, allow me back into your grace. To once again feel your love.”

I have told you what you need to do to be forgiven. That as Abraham, you have been called upon to make a sacrifice. To prove yourself worthy of my love once more. You have chosen not to listen—to defy me. 

Mary knew what the voice was saying. As long as she carried her child to term, she would be left to burn. Removed from the light of God forever and never to return. She understood that this would be her only way to salvation, but the mere thought of it horrified her down to her core. 

“I thought all children were blessings, Father? That all of them are innocent and deserving of love. Why not this child?” she asked. She remembered that day in town. Clearly seeing Terzo’s devilish smile as he walked beside her and they saw the group of children. Little did she know how that same interaction would come back now to haunt her. She clenched the fabric of her dress tightly in her fists. The blood from her palms, staining her dress as her chest began aching with the notion of anything happening to her child. This small little life she had already begun to love with her whole heart. 

This child is unlike any other Mary. This child is the��

“Sorella?” A voice came from behind her, different from the one that called from above. Suddenly the Heavenly voice of contempt was gone, and she opened her eyes to see Secondo staring back at her as he attempted to help her up from the floor of the balcony. 

“Oh Secondo?” she said, a bit unsure if she’d remembered his name. Secondo had helped her get her bearings and brought her over to sit with him at the small bench near the balcony’s entrance. 

“Mary…might I call you that?”

“Of course.” she told him. It was odd to be alone with him. Wondering what if anything he had seen or heard. Mary wouldn't have to wait long to find out. He looked down at her dress, noticing the blood there and the stains from the bandages of her palms. 

“Are you alright? Who were—?” he began to ask her. Immediately Mary panicked, trying to stand up and perhaps run away. Surely this meant he knew everything and that he would tell Terzo. As she went to leave, Secondo pulled back on her wrist. Turning her back to face him—Mary realizing he would get his answer. 

“Maybe—I am not sure.” she admitted. Secondo took her hands in his and turned her palms up to the sky as he spoke.

“We should get these re-bandaged Mary; you’ve got blood all over your dress and if this disturbed me…well I can only imagine how Terzo would feel to find you this way.”

“Yes of course…I suppose I should go get them tended to but…I—I’m just so confused.”

“I can imagine. What with all the…” Secondo commented, pausing to look down at Mary’s bump. He swallowed back. Wondering if she could see his envy seeping through him. Pissed at the universe, and the Devil himself, that the child was not his own.

It wasn’t enough that Terzo had fathered the Antichrist, but that he had done so with a goddess. A vision of beauty and gentleness that Secondo couldn’t help but covet. He was in awe of her. The more time he spent watching over her, the more unsure he felt of telling her the truth.

The truth of her child’s future and of his brother’s involvement. Wondering if he should confess Terzo’s sins. Tell her that his brother intentionally did all of this to her, pulling her away from the God she so desperately sought to love her.    

Mary could see it in his face. A troubled and conflicted visage held before her. He was the most mysterious of all those she had met at the Abbey. His cold and distant demeanor, keeping even the bravest of creatures and siblings on their toes. 

He seemed lost to her. Sometimes more lost than Mary herself. She had wondered what he was thinking. Especially now as she pondered whether or not he had seen her speaking to thin air. 

“Mary…” Secondo began once more, pulling her back from her thoughts, “...who were you talking to just now?” he asked her, seeing that she had visibly calmed down from whatever was troubling her. Her body language, becoming more relaxed after sitting back down beside him on the bench. 

“I—I have been talking to someone but…” 

“But what?”

“I am not sure who…I mean…what I mean to say is that I think they are Metatron.” she explained, watching the growing look of concern spreading across Secondo’s face. Now this was an unexpected, but interesting turn of events he thought to himself. Secondo, wondering if the Almighty was actually reaching out to Mary and if the truth had already been revealed to her.  

“God? You were talking to the voice of God?” he asked her.

“I…I think so. He says he loves me and that all this is happening for a reason.” Mary said, holding up her hands still weeping from the wounds.

“Oh Mary, we really should get you inside and get these cleaned up.” Secondo again suggested, only this time he stood up and held out his hand. Offering to help Mary help off the bench. When she stood up, Mary felt a searing pain spread across her back. Over and over like burning hot switches were being struck against her skin. Mary collapsed forward into Secondo’s arms, losing control of her balance with a final hit. Secondo held her tight in his arms as she wailed in pain, the blood covering her back as new wounds had appeared. 

“Oh cazzo! We need some help!” he yelled, a group of ghouls bounding out onto the balcony to heed them. Terzo and Primo, not far behind them. When Terzo reached them, Secondo was still holding on to Mary. Both of them, covered in Mary’s blood. 

“What happened?!” Terzo yelled, quickly taking Mary from his brother and into his arms. 

“She—she received another Stigmata wound.” was all Secondo could say before everyone had whisked her away. Terzo, running quickly beside the ghouls with Mary in his arms, leaving Secondo there on the balcony all alone. He stood there, almost too dumbfounded to move. Secondo’s thoughts swirling as the urge to hold Mary still lingered in his arms. 

It was now hours since Mary’s blood had been mopped away from the halls that led from the Papal suites and into the infirmary. Only the wet floor signs left to prove anything had taken place. She was resting now in her infirmary bed. Her pain, dulled by drugs and a mixture of Primo's medicinal herbs. 

Terzo had only left her side to speak with the physician in the hall a moment before returning, so as not to disturb her. He grabbed the uncomfortable chair that sat on the opposite side of the room and pulled it up close beside her bed. Slumping down into it, with his head held in hands. 

He had trouble looking at her there as she slept, knowing that he was the reason why. His eyes began wandering over the room. A room that had grown all too familiar in the past few weeks. It had recently been filled with flowers in shimmering glass vases. Always the same ones, freshly picked from the garden to liven up the sterile feel of the room.

Terzo was getting tired of smelling them. Their scent, reminding them of his continued torment. Watching helplessly on the sidelines, while the woman he had fallen in love with suffered by the work of his own hands. But there he sat, once again taking in their perfume while he battled inside himself with what to do next. 

When will this end? How can I stop it? Will she die? Will the baby—. His thoughts, interrupted by Primo's guiding hand on his shoulder. 

"Fratellino…this is not your fault." Primo said, attempting to comfort Terzo in his hour of need. Terzo placed his hand over Primos and began to cry, trying to sniffle back but to no avail. 

"I have done this to her. This is all my fault." He confessed, tears leaving a stream of gray down through his Papal paints. 

"You have done nothing of the sort. This is her own God doing this. The Stigmata are his marks, not Lucifer's. All you did was love her fratellino…and she loved you back."

"But that's just it. It is my doing that has placed her at the forefront of God's wraith and she doesn't even truly know why." Terzo cried, looking over at Mary as she slept away, still unaware of the part she'd been doomed to play. 

"You must tell her. She deserves to know." Primo beseeched him. His concern, written painfully in the lines of his face.

"I can't, I just can't…how do I tell her something like that Primo. She's a fucking Catholic nun for Lucifer's sake." Terzo blurted out, unable to control his emotions. Terzo quieted himself a moment as he heard Mary stir in her sleep. "I can't bear the thought of losing her. She would never forgive me for this. I have already messed up so much." he continued on. Primo could feel the pain in his heart, but he needed Terzo to know what they were up against.

"I fear that eventually, when the time comes…" Primo began, trying to gather his nerve to say the words aloud. Terzo looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

"What Primo? What? Tell me now or quiet your prophetic tongue." Terzo snapped. Primo took no offense, he was hurting, and the words Primo would speak would only make that pain worse.

"The final stigmata wound. It is the one of the spear. That wound, Fratellino, if she receives it, will kill her and the child."

Notes:

The mention of Abraham, for those who aren't aware is in reference to the story of Abraham and Isaac from the Bible in which God told Abraham to sacrifice Issac, his only son, to prove his faith in God.

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Holy Mary Chapter 6: More Questions Than Answers

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

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Thick black mist swirled around them. Quiet and fluid, it lingered in the air. Its movements slow and intentioned, as it fell upon the three Emeritus sons. The brothers’ eyes held shut, closing off the ties to the mortal realm in which they sat. Unified in their shared conjuration. 

The chamber was dark, lit only by a few candles. Dripping into the lattice left behind from those that came before them. Covering the ground in veins of wax, bleeding across the floor toward them. They had come to the bowels of the Abbey, to the one room made for the old rituals and ceremonies. Ones that even the most jaded of siblings avoided like the plague.  

Behind the closed doors they sat. Surrounded by damp stone walls, covered with moss and grit. The floors were beginning to rot beneath them. Old wood planks rising up from the ground like the undead, broken and worn down over centuries past. It felt unholy inside, hard to breathe. The sensation of phantom hands gripped tightly to windpipes. Primo chanted on, respecting the unseen forces that surely dwell there.  

Terzo couldn’t help but twitch his nose. His nostrils assaulted with the faint scent of smoldering flesh and desecrated earth. The soil beneath them, creeping out from the cracks within the floor. It’s grains holding onto vivid memories. Seasoned over the years with more than a few drops of blood spilt. It was here where they were the closest to the other side—a place to commune with the dead. 

It has been days since Mary developed her wounds. Hands punctured through their centers. Blood spilling from them like wine poured from promiscuous bottles. Bountiful and indiscriminate. Terzo had felt helpless, completely unsure of what to make of it, but Primo knew.

From the moment he saw them, Primo recognized the marks of the Stigmata. Sacred wounds that had befallen Christ. They had only ever been known to afflict the most devout of his followers. Saints and martyrs, those whose life belonged solely to God, now appearing on the body of a young girl. Cast out from her church and sinfully swollen with Terzo’s child. 

Surely the scent of sin on her was too great. How would she have received such an honor from the almighty. Why? Primo asked himself. Over and over he contemplated its meaning. 

He had already spent weeks researching ancient tomes. Pouring over pages of text, whose ink had all but faded into nothingness. Begging at every turn for spirits to lead him. Still nothing had come of it. 

There had already been two, the first Mary’s crown of thorns. Primo was angered that it had managed to escape him. The eldest Emeritus son worried that the wasted time could and would have serious consequences. Now with the appearance of her palms, wounds opening open from thin air—there was no mistaking it. Now the urgency of his cause had become that much more dire. 

Something was happening to the sister, Mary, named after God’s most beloved of mothers. It was Lucifer who planted the seed of this situation, his reasoning still yet to be revealed. Primo sensed it, in the early morning hours before the sun had risen, that all the answers were just on the horizon. If he could only use the strength of his brothers to obtain it. 

“In hac sacratissima loca ad te vocamus. Spiritus qui ante tempus resident, et in fine ejus manebunt. Attende vocationem meam et da mihi responsa pro quibus peto.” Primo called out, spitting onto the earth between him and his brothers. The ground hissing as his saliva seeped down into the dirt. He concentrated hard, desperately hoping to uncover the hidden truths. He took a deep inhale, drawing in deep the smoke surrounding them into his lungs. His closed eyes, opening slowly to reveal blackened sclera. The smoke, now fully disappearing inside him.

Terzo opened his eyes to watch, marveling at his brother’s power. There was an unnerving silence. The hushed sounds of Secondo and Terzo’s breath, just barely audible. “Fratello. What do you see? What do you hear?” Terzo asked him. 

Both him and Secondo wincing as Primo’s grip on their hands tightened. Hands turning red with the pain as he squeezed. Primo let out a gasp, “Can you hear them?” he asked, dropping their hands and his black eyes widening. They could hear it too, whispering and sounds of scratching. Like claws drug along the walls, countless voices speaking to them in a language neither Terzo or Secondo had ever heard before. 

Primo remained muted in his trance. Terzo, feeling his heart pounding hard against his ribs. “What are they saying?” he begged, hoping Primo would be given all the answers. 

“Shhh… Listen.” Secondo hissed, putting his finger to his lips. They watched in shock as Primo began to lift off from his seat. Levitating slowly into the air, eyes still black as night. When he was almost at the ceiling, the candles that surrounded them began to flicker. Blowing out one by one as a wayward breeze circled around them. Coming from nowhere and accompanied only by the intensifying whispers. It was then Terzo could feel breath against his ear. 

She belongs to Lucifer as much as she does you, Emeritus son. Maybe more.  

“Cazzo!” Terzo jolted, when suddenly Primo began to fall. Secondo and Terzo rushed to catch him and help to lower him down to the ground. The smoke, beginning to billow out from inside him as he descended. Candles relighting themselves as the whispering came to an abrupt stop leaving the three brothers in complete silence. 

“Fratello? Fratello?” Terzo pleaded for Primo to respond. He opened his eyes to them, their appearance returned to normal. His white eye glowing as he gazed at them. Primo sat up with their help, his body aching and his mind satisfied with new knowledge. His face had contorted to show he had learned something. A smirk of accomplishment tugging at the corners of his mouth as he began to speak. 

“The child. Your child fratellino…he is special.” Primo began. Secondo furrowed his brows trying to figure things out as Primo explained. “Your seed mixed with HIS essence when the child was conceived. When you agreed to do his will.”

“What are you saying Primo?” Terzo asked, swallowing back the knot in his throat.  Secondo gritted his teeth. His mind flooded with the implications of Primo’s words. Already certain he knew their meaning.

“What are you babbling on about old man? Just get to the point!” Secondo demanded, 

“The child you have fathered Terzo. It belongs to the dark one as much as it does you…and to Mary. The child you have made… he will become the Antichrist.” 

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Her dark and lengthy mane had become even thicker in the passing weeks. The richness of blood, lush with nutrients, came shining through all aspects of her appearance. Like a fertile goddess, she glowed from within. Almost angelic to those who saw her. An ironic twist of fate considering her circumstances, Mary had thought as she pulled the brush through her hair.

She held tight to the dark wooden handle, so elegantly hand-carved with floral accents and ornate designs. Its cushion, covered in soft ball-tipped bristles that felt gentle on her tender scalp, still healing from her wounds that surrounded her head. It was Terzo’s mothers. A woman she now wished she could have met, never having really known her own. 

Maybe she could have told her what to do, how to feel—Mary, so lost and confused in her circumstances. For now, she would pounder them as she continued to brush her hair. A pastime she’d found to be one of the very few ways to help her relax. Her mind, constantly swirling within her circumstances and unable to truly let go of the unknowns.

The morning was soon coming to an end, and she had yet to see Terzo. Still sitting at the vanity in the Papal rooms they now shared, she waited for his return. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Mary couldn’t help but hope to see him behind her. Appearing to her and bringing her into his arms. 

Now she only saw her own face looking back at her. The face of a woman she felt she barely knew. Who was this person, pouty lips, tinged red and parted for a promised kiss? Her warm brown eyes, innocent but wanting. A gaze filled with unfulfilled desire. She had noticed more and more that she missed him. That in only a short time, she had come to love the man who fathered her child. 

Terzo too was clearly deeply in love with her–even if she could not love herself. As time passed, they grew closer. The Papa, never allowing her out of his sight for too long. So afraid that something else may happen to her, or their child in his absence. Good enough reasons, as any, for Mary to wonder why he hadn’t yet returned. 

She had felt him leaving the bed hours ago. Awakened before sunrise, just as their child had begun to quicken once more inside her womb. She hadn’t said anything to him, hoping to fall back asleep, but with the baby bouncing around inside her, there would be no return to slumber. 

She sat down the brush on the vanity, feeling the sting from her wounds. Reminding her of what lay beneath the wraps on her hands as she released the handle. What was happening to her? Would it happen again? Was God really willing to take her back into his light?

All questions that lingered in her mind as she rolled back her head. The weight of her heavy breasts, wreaking havoc on her shoulders and her neck tense from the emotional stress she carried. She pulled it side to side, hoping to relieve a bit of tension before she felt the softness of gloved hands along her bare shoulders. She looked up, catching sight of a pair of familiar mismatched eyes. 

“Where were you?” she asked as she turned to face him fully. Terzo smiled, gently kissing the top of her head and kneeling before her on the floor. Mary looked into his eyes, her hands gently caressing her bump beneath her black silk nightgown, as she awaited his answer. 

Terzo wasn’t sure what to say. It had been only moments since he learned the truth. Their child was the most unholy of all creations. The bringer of the end of days, the harbinger of death.

How could he tell the sweet woman before him, radiantly awaiting the birth of their child—that the child was surely of darkness. What would the knowledge of this do to her—what would she do with it? There were too many unknowns. Too many courses that led to an unsavory end for them—he couldn’t bear to say it.

“Honestly, I have been with Primo and Secondo.” Terzo smiled, hoping to leave it at that as he took her hand in his. Pressing his lips gently to the back of her hand. 

“Doing what exactly?” Mary laughed, until she saw the change in Terzo’s face. “Terzo? Tell me what’s wrong?” she begged, bringing her other hand to his jaw. Guiding his eyes back to meet with hers. 

“We are trying to find out what plagues you? Why you are having these afflictions. I can’t lose you.” he lamented. 

“You won’t.” Mary assured him, feeling deep in her bones that he was keeping something from her. She only hoped it was no worse than what she’d been keeping from him. Conversations with things unseen. Hidden motives still kept her feeling uneasy. Mary realized she must have made a face of her own because Terzo seemed more worried than before. 

“Mary is there something you aren’t telling me?” he asked her, ashamed to assume she was holding back something, knowing he wasn’t being honest with her. 

“I just missed you is all.” she smiled, “the baby woke me up this morning and you weren't here and well…I get nervous when you aren’t around. Everything here is so strange. My whole world has been flipped upside down. My life, uprooted for this little thing” she continued glancing down at her belly, “...and I just well…never mind me it's probably just hormones.”

“I would never leave you amore, not truly. I will do everything in my power to keep you both safe.” Terzo cooed, his lips pecking gently to hers. As they parted, their eyes met. Heavy and full of affection. The taste of her mouth, too much for Terzo to resist, as he brought his mouth back to hers.

Conquering her with his kiss, her body becoming languid with his touch. He rose up from the floor, picking her up off the small stool from which she sat, bringing her to lie on their shared bed. Setting her down with care. Treating her like she was made of glass, beautiful and fragile.

“You won’t break me Terzo.” Mary told him. Her breathing labored and her heart pounding loudly in her ears with anticipation as she felt him drag his lips along the line of her neck. He quickly traveled to her collarbone, his hand caressing her breast as he enjoyed her scent and the softness of her skin against his lips and palm. 

“I must remind myself to be careful with you. I can be quite the beast.” he smiled against her skin. Hands making quick work of gathering up her nighty. The fabric gripped tight in Terzo’s hand, as the other reached below the neckline to touch her bare breast. Mary moaned when his fingertips grazed her nipple. Terzo hovering over her as his fingers tried to find their way blindly beneath the fabric of her panties. 

So easily now, she gave into him—wanting him as much as he wanted her. It was moments like this she forgot about God. Forgot about the voice that called to her. No one spewing hatred for her lover, for her sins, for the child she carried inside her. Only love between them now—an obtainable salvation.

Maybe she was going crazy before. A surge of hormones and stress, making her hear things, but that didn’t explain the wounds. For now she didn’t care, feeling the rush as Terzo’s fingers met with her aching, wet flesh. “Terzo…” she whispered in her ragged breath, “make love to me.”

“Non c'è nient'altro che preferirei fare.” Terzo promised, pulling her breast from beneath her gown and sucking her nipple into his mouth. Working his fingers diligently as her hips rolled to meet the motions of his hand. Her legs parted wider for him. Mary licking her lips and breathing hard as he pressed deeply into the upper walls of her core. His fingers removed only a moment to gather up her slick. Pressing gently in circles on her clit a moment before returning to the sanctuary of her inner heat. 

“I want to taste you amore.” Terzo hummed, Mary’s nipple falling from his lips as he trailed kisses down her chest and over her swollen belly. 

“Mmm…” She writhed beneath him. Mary’s hand gripped tight to her own breast as Terzo’s handsome face disappeared below the roundness of her pregnant belly. She felt him grab her thighs, spreading them wider as his tongue gently slipped through her swollen lips. The tip, dancing along her folds with ease as he moaned against her. The vibrations were torturous, traveling to the bundle of nerves pulsing in her clit.

He worked her over, his tongue pressing taut against her and slurping gently. Two fingers carefully pumping in and out as he lapped at her. He stopped a moment to catch his breath, lightheaded in his ruthless endeavor to make her see stars. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. 

“Giuro con tutto ciò che sono che non c'è niente di più dolce del sapore della tua fica contro la mia lingua.” he confessed, breathing heavy and mouth dripping wet. Mary’s Italian was novice at best, but from the few words she could make out, she knew what he was trying to say. His words heated her up and sent a flush of red over her face and chest. He returned to his ministrations. Eager to make his lover cum. 

“Oh Terzo, it feels so good don’t stop.” she mewled as she gripped tight to his hair. Blood, beginning to seep out from her bandages as she lost herself in pleasure. Terzo buckled down, using the width of his tongue to move through her lips, tip flicking up at her clit. Sucking it gently as Mary began to release. Her body quivering as he drove her over the edge. Clit encased blissfully against his lips and tongue with his fingers buried deep inside her. 

Terzo was absolutely ravenous, working her over until she came for him twice over before he’d let her rest. Climbing back onto the bed as he pulled her into his lap. Mary was dizzy, the pooling of blood between her legs making her hazy in their shared lust. Terzo quickly brought himself inside her, lowering her down, taking her fully onto his cock. 

“Ah! Mia dolcezza, è davvero tutto essere tra le tue braccia.” Terzo moaned, feeling her fluttering inside. Her body, forming to him just as it always had. The two of them, fitting together as if they were made to do so. He held her close against him, only her belly keeping them from being closer as he took her. 

Mary began to feel more disoriented. Waves of dizziness befalling her as Terzo continued to thrust up inside her. She held tightly to his shoulders as he panted in her ear. Suddenly visions of bodies piled up on top of each other flashed before her. All of them writhing in agony and screaming while covered in blood and stacked miles high.  

She began to cry, her body unable to hold back the surge of emotion. Fueled by the horror of her vision and the hormones. The guilt and shame, rearing its ugly head as she came once more.

You asked for my forgiveness and yet you still so willingly…and gleefully commit yourself to sin. If I didn’t know better Mary…it would seem you were too far lost within Satan’s grasp.

The voice remanded her, forcing her back to reality, reminding her of her transgressions. Mary struggled to digest the words as she shifted against the deep violet sheets. Sweat, sticking her to them as she struggled against them wanting to crawl out of her own skin. Still coming down from the highs of her orgasm, her insides still pulsing with pleasure. Just as fast as it came, it went. 

Had her own shame and guilt manifested itself into madness? Was the vision from God? Or the devil? Terzo collapsed beside her. Pulling her close to him and holding her lovingly in his arms, seemingly unaware anything was amiss. Mary’s body continued to shiver, tears still rolling down her cheeks. 

“Are you alright?” Terzo asked her, holding her tight against him. 

“Just hormones.” She dismissed his concerns, feeling terror for what she had seen and for what may yet come. Was she truly shunned from the light of God’s love? Had she damned all mankind along with her? Mary’s head began pounding, her thoughts racing inside her mind when Terzo noticed her bandages were saturated with blood. 

“Amore, let's get you fixed back up, si?” he suggested, gently holding her hand as he helped her from the bed. Mary only nodding in response. 

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Secondo flew into his chambers. Slamming the door behind him before leaning against it. He could feel the fire burning inside him, the heat of frustration, and the bitterness of jealousy coursing through his veins. He was angry—angrier than he’d ever felt before. 

It wasn’t enough that his power was not as developed or refined as Primo’s. Or that his charisma paled in comparison to his younger brother’s. He was used to being overlooked. The sting of it this time, hitting hard when rejection came by way of Lucifer himself. His vexation, reaching its new heights knowing that he was once again outshined by Terzo. Given an honor the highest any follower of Satan would ever hope to receive. 

Terzo was the chosen one—chosen to father the vessel for the Antichrist. Secondo couldn’t help but clench his jaw tight. His teeth on the verge of cracking with each second, he grew more and more livid. Wondering what would come of things should they be revealed to Mary. Mary the mother of his brother’s child. Would his lover keep him within her good graces and remain loyal knowing that he had done to her. Damned her to eternity of Hellfire, and along with her all of humanity.

Notes:

In hac sacratissima loca ad te vocamus. Spiritus qui ante tempus resident, et in fine ejus manebunt. Attende vocationem meam et da mihi responsa pro quibus peto.- In this most sacred of places we call to you. Spirits that reside before time and will remain at its end. Heed my call and give me the answers for which I seek. 

Cazzo- fuck

Non c'è nient'altro che preferirei fare.- There is nothing more I would rather do. 

Giuro con tutto ciò che sono che non c'è niente di più dolce del sapore della tua fica contro la mia lingua.- I swear with everything that I am that there is nothing sweeter than the taste of your cunt against my tongue. 

Mia dolcezza, è davvero tutto essere tra le tue braccia.- my sweet, it is truly everything to be in your arms.

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UPDATE POST

Sweet Lucifer y'all I have a HUGE inbox to do list as well as my recurring fics (linked below if you are interested).

In addition, I have a lot planned 🤯 that has still yet to be published!

For a sneak I have:

Glitters Isn't Gold- Papa Nihil x Prime Movers fic

A Copiiia x Prime Mover fic (untitled)

AND SO MUCH MORE

Please know if you asked/requested something and I haven't responded it's on the list and just wanting until this tired working Prime Mover gets a chance to write it. Thank you for all the wonderful support and the requests!

Also remember if you haven't already and would like to enter my Ghost Valentine's Day Fic Snippet Giveaway for a free fic from me. (Details in the link).

Also, Commissions still open on the Heart Mug site (please see my pinned post for Carrd with details and links). I do prioritize those to be done ASAP.

Valentine's Ghost Themed Fic Giveaway!

Deadline to enter December 1, 2022 12:00AM

Current Ongoing Fics:

(Including a small description for you all but PLEASE READ TAGS!!)

Death & Flowers

Copia x OC OIie

It hadn't been serious; it never was with him. While Papa was suave, and Ollie enjoyed their time together it wasn't meant to be. She knew it wasn't something meant to last…something permanent but—here she was. It was only one missed pill and life forever changed.

The Red Dress

Corrupt Copia x OC Celeste

Celeste is a stagehand at a local arena when her night goes south after a Ghost concert leaving her cornered by ghouls. Her life changes forever when she is told that she is to play a crucial role in the destiny of Papa Emeritus IV, and that the gimmick is real.

Holy Mary

Terzo x Catholic Nun OC Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

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Reblogging cause I can lol 😈

𖤐Holy Mary Part 3 is LIVE!

If you haven't started yet, read from the beginning here.