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you-know-honey · 1 year ago

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Curse of Twins

Papa Nihil x Oc (you)

Chapter I: Sisters

Summary: Death is close to knocking on Sister Imperator's door and she knows it, it is time to tell the truth.

Word count: 1711

Note: bad English, this is all from fans to fans. creative freedoms.

"Are you sure about this, Sister Imperator?" A sister of sin asked hurriedly as she walked next to Sister Imperator who, given her age, was walking faster than normal.

"Of course, sister. I wish to end this as soon as possible, it is only a formality for the Clergy." It wasn't like that, the Clergy didn't care that much about his life.

"But it's your private life Sister Imperator!" The young sister of sin begged her not to expose herself to everyone like that, perhaps by knowing her as the human person that she was, everyone would lose the respect or rather the fear that she instilled in everyone under her charge.

Sister Imperator's heels clicked in the cold and lonely hallway of the fourth floor, three floors below, a biographer was waiting that she had hired for this very important work. Every moment mattered because as time passed the memories in her mind began to become cloudy and she could not allow that in any way.

The Clergy had warned that they could not tell anything about them. Fuck them, she wouldn't talk about them, she'd talk about her, both of them. Of his life and he would let only a few people read it, because he was incapable of saying such things in the face of the people he had deceived all his life.

The young nun's mouth opened once more, trying to convince her of something she herself was ready to do, a last tribute.

"Sister!" I called his attention rudely "The decision has been made, I would appreciate it if he would stop trying to change it and get out of here. It's an order." He stopped walking just to look at her face and give her those looks that chill anyone's blood.

"As you wish, Sister Imperator" the young woman said in a whisper and she left quickly until she disappeared around the corner of a hallway.

Sister Imperator sighed and continued on her way. 50 years ago she did not set foot in that place, everything seemed to have been preserved in time, she could breathe and feel back in her 20s, hear the laughter and footsteps of the children who were now grown men in the service of the Clergy. A nostalgic tear escaped her cheek as she continued walking with her eyes closed, imagining that she was returning to the good times, before everything was so complicated and twisted.

Her legs carried her to an old wooden door carved with the 9 rings of hell, she touched the tattered old wood, remembering times where was bright and firm. She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, the old and stored air filled her lungs accompanied by immense clouds of dust that covered her clothes and hair. As if that were nothing he took a step inside.

It was portal in time, to the beautiful 60s. The windows decorated with translucent curtains with psychedelic flowers that reflected their designs on the floor, the record player on the carpet in the center, the vinyl records of Nancy Sinatra, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin, the favorites of the moment, the beaded curtain on the bathroom door, the music festival posters hanging on the walls, the rugs at the foot of the beds with a pentragram, the nightstands full of books and cigarette butts, the overflowing closet of clothes, dressers with makeup spread and red lipstick kisses on the mirror, perfectly made beds, one of them with a goat doll that I used to remember calling Baphy…Those were the good '60s.

Time had taken its toll on the place as well as itself, nothing was like before and only shadows remained of what that room was, its memories were covered with dust until they were devoured by moths.

She approached the dresser, the white wood was unpainted and at the slightest touch it would fall to dust, on it there was a framed photograph, its glass was opaque and with several thick layers of dust. Sister Imperator could see herself, a tall, slender blonde girl in a black dress and platform heels, a malicious and knowing smile between her and her reflection in her mirror. However, her reflection had a sweet touch in her gaze.

She took the painting and clutched it to her chest, wishing she had more than a photo to hug, but it's all that was left.

They had such happy smiles, she could even remember the night of that photo, it was her first "mission" for the Clergy, they looked so happy and excited. If she had known the ending, she would have burned him and the place without thinking.

The young woman in the chair was totally nervous, perhaps it was because of the huge painting of Lucifer behind the chair behind the desk, the atmosphere of the place or the person who had hired her.

Two weeks ago he had received a strange email from a woman who called herself Sister Imperator offering a fabulous amount of money for her services. At first she did not take it seriously, she was a recent graduate and the well-paying jobs that come from nothing were always obvious scams. After a few days that same woman had called her, she had been tempted to say no but something in her tone or perhaps in the way she said it made her accept.

A van that had all the earmarks of kidnapping children on Halloween had picked her up 2 hours ago, the driver had been very friendly, a boy with a kind smile. When he arrived he saw the facade of a huge religious institution.

She was left alone at the entrance, where a very kind and cheerful girl took her to the office where she was now.

I expected to see large crosses, suffering saints, Bible paintings and nuns with an extra habit covered, but that was clearly not the case. He found himself in a satanic ministry, although he knew that they were generally down-to-earth people, the more paranoid part of she feared that would end up as a human sacrifice in some kind of ritual.

She pressed her briefcase against her legs as she turned in the chair, she was beyond nervous and she could feel the sweat on her forehead. She had brought what was necessary, a recorder with a USB connector and your laptop, in addition to the classic notebook and several pens.

15 minutes had passed and the woman who had hired her still had not appeared at the door, nor had she been allowed to go to the bathroom as she had requested, not because she had any need, she wanted to wash her face and freshen up first but it was a denied request. She couldn't even go out to take a look at the hallway because she could see the shadow of feet behind the door and long blonde hair behind the opaque glass window of the door, so that wasn't an option either.

The office was decorated as you would expect, with the slight difference of satanic figurines and Luciferian painting. The shelves were full of books, there was a kind of small living room, with comfortable navy blue velvet sofas, a small table with some stains from coffee cups and a fireplace with some somewhat strange photos, perhaps the least strange was the of a young blonde kissing the cheek of a boy with face paint, they looked deeply in love, their white clothes were stained with what looked like blood. The window overlooked the center of the abbey, a fountain, some people passed by, nuns with revealing habits and even the boy with the pretty smile passed by that place.

The young biographer sighed, looking at her watch, while her nervous leg tapped the ground. The blonde hair behind the door moved and she could hear the murmur of voices outside. It opened and a small, gray-haired woman walked through the door, with a lively, mischievous smile. The young woman quickly stood up and extended her hand towards the woman.

"There's no need." she told him as she sat in her chair, behind the huge painting of Lucifer.

The young woman kept her hand and sat down again looking at the woman, the nervous play of her hands gave her away in front of Sister Imperator, who smiled, her nervous movements reminded him of her dear Cardinal Copy .

"I'm Sister Imperator," she said, moving her chair closer to the table. "Do you know why she's here, young lady?"

"He hired me to do her biography, lady" the girl responded quickly.

"That's right, I need you to put everything I'm going to tell you on paper. Can you do that?" Questioned, the young woman got nervous and just nodded her head several times. "But let's not forget the formalities" the woman took out a sheet of paper from one of her drawers and slid it to the young woman "It's a contract, read it."

The girl took the sheet of paper in her hands, feeling like she was dealing with the devil himself, she read it a couple of times, before putting it back on the desk.

"Have you read it yet?" Sister Imperator's tone was sweet, but in the young girl's heart it was like finding a razor in an apple.

"Yes"

"Everything that happens in this room is something that only you and I should know. I only want 6 copies, I will take care of the printing myself, you only have to give me the final copy. Will you sign?" Sister Imperator extended a red pen with cute gold carvings, it must be valuable.

The young woman reached out with her trembling hand and took the cold pen in her hands, she removed the cap and with Sister Imperator's gaze on her, she slid the pen across the paper, the red ink formed her signature and she felt an enormous shiver run through her ribcage along with a delicious feeling of peace.

The deal was done here and in hell.

Hello! I mean I hope you like this little fic, there's something about the young Papa Nihil that just makes him irresistible in my eyes.

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you-know-honey · 11 months ago

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Curse of Twins

Papa Nihil x Oc (you)

Chapter II: Day One

Sumary: The first session, every story has a beginning, this was a quiet one...

Word Count: 2062

Note: Bad English, this is all from fans to fans. Creative freedoms.

Sister Imperator went to the young biographer in the small living room, she felt the same tenderness seeing her nervous as she did when seeing a terrified little rabbit. He sat down and crossed his legs hoping to start soon.

The girl was silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Where do you want to start lady?" I ask, placing the computer on the little girl and activating the recorder.

"You are the biographer, where do you want to start?" Sister replied with a smile.

"Well" the young woman continued, "Could you tell me where you were born? What was your childhood like?"

Sister Imperator sighed "Where to start…We were born on September 10, 1939-" He began to narrate.

"We?" the biographer interrupted.

"Yes, Mary and me. That's why my title is Sister Imperator. We used to be two…"

"Oh…" she realized in amazement "Continue then…"

At the beginning…

I have never been alone, from the first moment of my life I have been accompanied by someone. From Mary. My dear sister.

"Mr. and Mrs. Goore?" A nurse left the office, reading the name of the next couple.

A tall, red-haired man stood up, dressed in a fine and elegant manner, denoting his economic position, his expression seemed annoyed, as if he did not want to be there. Next to him, a small woman, almost completely consumed by her pregnancy, stood up with difficulty. The nurse avoided the look of the pitiful woman.

"Walk Grace," Mr. Goore pushed his wife who almost fell to the ground, barely being saved by the nurse's quick movements.

She accompanied her to help her sit in one of the chairs in the maternity office.

"Let's get this over with. What's the problem, doctor?" Mr. Goore asked as he sat next to his wife and kept his distance from her, as if it disgusted him.

"Zack, Grace…" the doctor crossed his fingers in front of the desk, it was a serious matter "I'll be very honest with you…Grace needs a cesarean section as soon as possible" he took out a pair of ultrasounds from a drawer "One of the twins are consuming the other, you see it" he noted in one of the images. "It is practically impossible for them to reach the expected date alive for childbirth."

Grace trembled in her seat, touching her belly as if trying to protect it. Zack, on the other hand, continued with the same expression of disgust in his place and clenched his fists under the table, giving Grace a look, one that chilled his blood and brought tears to his eyes.

Our parents were rich, people with money, at least our father was, our mother was young, basically a rebellious hippie who looked for strong emotions in the wrong place. In a man of god. We never met our grandparents or any other relatives. We were alone among madmen.

They had left the office a couple of hours ago, Zack had remained silent the entire way, rigid, even with Grace's attempts to touch him, but he had slapped her hand away, leaving the mark of his wedding ring on her pale palm of his wife's hand. She stopped insisting and simply remained silent, caressing her bulging belly with her bony hands, looking out the window and crying her eyes out, she knew what would happen at home.

When the car stopped in front of a huge, brightly colored house, Grace stood still like a statue in her place. Terrified.

"Hello neighbor!" an older man greeted kindly, on the other side of the fence, tending his garden.

Zack sighed and his face changed completely, wearing a kind smile. That was what scared Grace the most. "Hello Jeff," he opened the car door and walked over to the fence to chat with his friendly neighbor.

"Will the girl be born soon?" Jeff asked excitedly.

"Girls, they're twins" Zack clarified, with some disgust in his voice.

Grace took wonderful advantage of the distraction and opened the car door, moved as much as her delicate state allowed, and entered the house.

"But what a blessing!" He applauded, looking at the sky. "My sister's grandchildren are also twins. God has blessed them."

"I guess so…" Zack didn't think that for a second. His daughters were a mistake, a fateful mistake, he thought that if they were boys they wouldn't be so annoying. But they were girls and he didn't feel a single bit of love or esteem, he hated Grace for giving him girls. In general he hated her for being pregnant.

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Grace ran up the stairs, slipping a bit on some steps until she reached the top floor, barely able to breathe with those big bellie and those babies clinging to the inside.

She passed the room that was meant for the girls. It was bare, there was not a single toy, no blanket or crib. It was just a dreary empty room in a monstrous house.

When she met Zack she was so happy and deeply in love with him. A newly arrived priest in the hometown, he was a beautiful man. Tall, smiling, with a look that had melted the hearts of all the young girls. But he had chosen her.

He had promised to love her even when he shouldn't have. It all seemed like an idyllic fairy tale, a secret dream romance.

Grace used to be a rebellious girl, in her now forgotten youth she dressed like a goth and was like the rest of her family a great believer in Satanism.

He missed his family, his brother Silas. He missed the freedom.

Maybe that's why she fell at Zack's feet, maybe she liked the idea of 'taking him into the darkness'.

But when the nights of fun and ecstasy ended at sunrise he would return to his role as priest and forget about her. At the time he had perhaps thought that being with her conflicted with his relationship with his god, but now he knew that he didn't really want the other girls he cajoled to see him with her. She wasn't special, she was just one of the bunch.

When Zack found out she was pregnant, his ideal boy facade plummeted. And Grace realized she had doomed her life.

He yelled at her, beat her up on the altar, and when his superiors found out, he was quickly kicked out and his name erased from church history.

Grace was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard violent footsteps down the hall, approaching the main room. She could hear the wooden crucifix being taken down from the wall and simply surrendere to the inevitable. She sat on the bed and waited for her husband.

"Grace…open the door" Zack commanded with annoyance in his voice, as if he didn't want anyone but her to hear him.

"It's….it's open." Grace finished with difficulty.

As she entered the room he didn't hold back and his hand crashed into his wife's cheek who didn't flinch despite having cut her cheek with the ring.

"Damaged! You are damaged! You ruin my life and you can't even create your daughters! What good are you!" Zack refused to call them his, to him they were not the result of his actions but a mistake of the foolish girl. He shook Grace by the shoulders hard, leaving marks for future bruises on her pale arms.

Grace said nothing, no matter how many times he hit her face, no matter how many scars he left on her bulging stomach. Nothing mattered to her, not the girls, not herself. She only cried from the depths of her soul that it had ended like this.

"I was a priest Grace!!! How could you tempt me like that!!!! Jezebel!" he shouted angrily as he hit his wife hard with the crucifix so that she began to stain herself with blood as her face became swollen and bruised. "Why don't you die Grace?!"

"I don't want your forgiveness..." Zack stopped as he listened to her "Satan forgive me for bringing this family to my daughters." I pray hoping to be heard.

Zack of enraged more upon hearing Satan's name, with crucifix in hand he lashed out harder at his wife until he tired himself out and left a mass of bruises on the bed.

"I'll pray for you Grace, though a bitch like you doesn't deserve it." Zack spat on her. He closed the bedroom door and with her little strength Grace could hear the car drive off.

Grace trembled on the bed, small rivers of blood from several small but deep wounds flowed from her head, she could barely feel her arms. She could see her face in the huge full-length mirror in the room, she looked like a monster, full of wounds and bruises that would take weeks or months to disappear, if she was lucky.

She slithered like a worm out of bed and squealed as his aching muscles hit the cold mahogany floor. His trembling, sweaty hands took some blood from his body and began to bring a circle and then a star on the floor.

"My lord...listen to me please" Grace moved her trembling hands, sweaty and bruised from the open wounds on her head. With her stained fingers she drew a star inside a circle on the wood.

We were born on the hottest day of our decade. The hospital had been hit by a heat wave and was collapsed, our mother bled...a lot until she almost died, because of us of course.

"Take the baby to the incubator, NOW!" shouted one of the doctors who understood the delivery. A baby girl with sparse blonde hair and a purple complexion had emerged from her mother just a few minutes ago. "I don't think she'll survive..." murmured the doctor, giving her a sad look as he saw the baby's weakened state.

Grace had gone into labor as soon as she set foot in the hospital, her strength had run out at home and she fought traffic and an idiot cab driver to get to the hospital. The whole place was sweating from the heat inside the room the air was so thick and hot it burned the nostrils of those present, all this mixed with the smell of fresh blood and the piercing, monstrously intense screams of a young woman giving birth, straining her whole weak body to get those girls out of her. Girls who were tearing her body apart as if they were animals or demons.

"I see the next baby!" the nurse announced and the doctor quickly returned to his post. The baby came out easily, as if she had pushed her way into her mother herself. She didn't scream, none of the babies did, this one was strong. She held the umbilical cord in her little hands and chewed on it with her gums like a little scavenger. Grace was finally able to take a breath and after hours of labor she fell unconscious.

I don't remember anyone telling me this when I was little, maybe I found out when we came to have some power in the Ministry. Our father was buried the day we were born, a week before he was basically crushed inside his car by a truck on the highway, that didn't kill him, he agonized for hours with his body in pieces in an ambulance. No one attended his funeral. I never told my sister that...Come to think of it, I kept quite a few things from her...

When it all happened and Grace awoke, her babies were handed to her, one of them still resting in the incubator. She felt nothing, no love or compassion. She felt that she wasn't real, that she was just a silly doll in their arms and she frowned.

There was something dark in the gaze of both babies, something evil staring back at her behind those bright, empty blue eyes. Still and silent, looking at her as if judging her.

"Ow!" She pulled her hand away quickly. The baby in her arms had bitten her hand somehow, in search of nourishment. A small drop of blood fell on the baby's lips and in Grace's eyes the baby had tasted the blood with relish. "Monster..." she muttered.

Both babies started laughing.

"My God... they're monsters..." she muttered again to herself.

I know, the story is going a bit slow but I want to prepare things well so as not to leave holes in the plot. I take these things more seriously than I should lol

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