I felt Azrael’s eyes on me as I remained on my knees, hands threaded back into my hair. He was slowly circling me, keeping his distance, but his eyes remained solely on me.
I wasn’t allowed to have my hair down because it was something only impure women did. I was impure now, yes, but I still had to follow all the rules to make sure the rest of the world believed that I was still pure.
“Keep going,” he finally said, something strange shifting in his lilt. If I had to put a word to it, I would say that it sounded like death.
I finished putting my hair up tightly, wincing at the pain in my hands, and when I finished, I put my hands back on my knees, waiting.
The warmth of his eyes shifted back to the front of me and then I felt something cold touch either side of my face. It was pointed and sharp, metal, and it cupped my jaw as if it were made for it.
He tilted my head up, my eyes closed, but my body slightly more relaxed now, as if it recognized the cane as safe. “Don’t worry, little sinner, the ocean will be filled with the blood I spill.”
He crouched down in front of me, keeping my head cradled in that metal. “We have a little mouse, a daffodil, and a wild rose to protect now. Brothers and sisters in blood and death. In carnage. This world thinks of me as nothing more than a man, but I will show them otherwise,” he hummed, the scent of the sea growing as if it raged inside of him, readying to break free. “They let the Devil into their church. Tick tock goes the clock and all the lives I’ll steal,” he purred, the sound causing my stomach to warm and that flutter to start between my legs.
He pulled the cane towards him, forcing me to lean forward, stretching my neck.
“Tick tock goes the clock, the devil’s finally here.”
He released my jaw and stood, walking up to stand beside me, so close that I felt the warmth of his leg pressing into my side. “I have their faces. It was all I needed,” he told me. “But now I have their names and DNA too.”
I must have reacted in some way because then he said, “DNA is what the world uses to identify a person. Find out all of their little secrets. Take heart, sinning doll, I’m always watching.”
I waited until the door shut behind me before I forced myself to a stand, my legs sore, everything pained.
I opened my eyes, looking at the floor where I had just been, the pile of my bile and the semen—cum—soaking into the carpet.
He had stepped in it. Crouched down in it. That’s how close he had been to me. Willing to be soiled himself just to givemea cloth.
22
Azrael
February 5th, 2023
Iwatched from the balcony lining the large room as the church goers mingled.
I left momentarily to put the cum-covered cloth in the bag on my R1, but now I watched and I waited.
It was interesting watching these churches work together. Masters’ church was the highest ranking of the churches, his position sitting just below the Elders, and it showed in how the Pillars of other churches interacted with the Pillars of his.
It’s been four years though, and I had yet to meet an Elder, which was fine. Collecting information had been far more important than meeting the true people in charge of this organization, but I had hoped they would have made an appearance here.
This…eventwas annual, however, this year was the year their precious Blessed One would finally be married off. That’s why Thomas had her attend. But alas, the Elders still did not show.
True patience was something the others didn’t completely understand. One pairing in particular. Jacky boy and his daffodil weren’t very patient people, which is why they had become more volatile since the day I told them to stop pursuing her dear old daddy.
But patience was a virtue I possessed in full. One must be patient when tracking the monster of all monsters. After all, the only way to kill a snake was to chop it off at the head.
I gripped the deer head, my eyes finding her walking through the crowd, ever the faithful duckling. I was impressed that she was able to keep up with him with all of these people around. Avoiding everyone’s touch, curling in on herself, making herself smaller when people dared to bump into her.
I had to admit, finding her surrounded by those four men had caused something in my bones and muscles to ache. She had information I needed, information I coveted, but she also intrigued me. Her silence, her weakness. I disliked everything about her, but I also found myself unable to look away. It seemed as if she obeyed in the physical, but her mind? A lot could happen to a mind that was trapped in a cage like this.
Her face had fit so perfectly in my cane too. Almost perfectly, I suppose. If she hadn’t lost so much weight in the last three weeks, it would have fit like a glove, as if Alaric had taken her measurements before crafting it, but there was too much cum in her stomach to eat anything else. Still, it was intriguing.
I felt that thing stir in the pit of my stomach. Watching the people of this church for years, I had found someone who could give me the information that the members of the church wouldn’t be so willing to hand over. If her mind cracked before I could get what I wanted, I wouldn’t be happy about it. No other woman—Favorite—in the head church had been here as long as her. I was surprised she was still as sane as she was.
A perfect little doll.
Obedient in every way.
