Chapter
2 – Successor of Judas
While on the way to my next
location, a quiet home and farm outside of a town got my attention. It’s a
place taken from my dreams, but someone else is living it, and I couldn’t let
that happen, so I cursed every man, woman, and child in it and satisfied my
lustful desires on those I thought attractive enough. Some of them must’ve
enjoyed it because demons of lust start bursting from their crotches, eyes, and
chests. With that done, I continue flying to where the demons lead me. Ahead of
me, I see a town full of beastmen, elves, and normal humans from various parts
of the world going about their business.
I’m surprised that my magic hasn’t
touched the people here yet. I’ve seen many affected on the way here, but this
place is somehow untouched. It truly is a place of dreams. A place I could’ve
lived in and enjoyed, if God allowed it. Instead, he gave it to these other
people, and because of that, I will make them all suffer. Surely, there are
many faithful here all of whom will fall and enhance my power.
Without further ado, I unleash my
dark magic on the town, and within minutes, most of its inhabitants twist and
contort as their demons form from their bodies and torture them. I admire the
work of the demons and my own hands as I walk through the town as if walking
through a room full of trophies and awards. One many has three mouths with long
tongues, each speaking different lies A woman’s head has been moved to her
chest, separating her breasts to move to her armpits. Her crotch has become a
mouth, her hands have green pincers on them, and an eye and horns sit on her
neck, looking around for prey to poison and stab. Each person suffers uniquely
and in such a way that I feel the reach of my magic increase and start to touch
those far away.
I think of violating some of the
people here to make myself enjoy this even more, but then the thought occurs to
me that the pleasure is useless. In fact, it reminds me of my inability to have
children and makes me realize that the demons tempted me to have my way with
the family to remind me of this as one of my major reasons for hating God,
something which I am bitterly thankful for. Every husband I had couldn’t give
me a child, and because of that, I didn’t allow them to share in the
experiments and magic that prolonged my life. Even if they asked me, I
would’ve told them it was too dangerous, which was true since they were
experiments after all, and not every subject survived. Still, it irks me to no
end that a man who violated me and had me violated by every manner of man,
woman, and beast was the one who ended up giving me a child.
There goes another reminder of why
I should hate God thanks to the demons in my head constantly bringing up
memories of the past to prod me to make others suffer and fall from grace. My
recollection of the past is halted by a firework-like spell being set off in
the air, a signal that typically comes from the guards to attract the attention
of nearby help. Sure enough, I find guards trying to cut the demonic growth
from the citizens while being helped by citizens and others like them who can
bear the pain of the demons afflicting them. Their efforts and magic don’t do
anything to help anyone and they only manage to increase their suffering, a
fact that I state aloud.
“Give up! God has abandoned you!” I
add.
Those who are trying to help yell
at me to stop and try to appear as threatening as possible with their weapons
raised and spells ready. I merely laugh at them before charging at the soldier
brave enough to run ahead of everyone. She reminds me much of my old self,
especially since she wears brown and black leather armor and wields a simple
sword and shield. My hatred of it seeing it is such that I immediately direct
much of my power on her to worsen her suffering. Her demons that come out of
her body are like mosquitos, but instead of taking her blood, they use their
mouths to pour what smells like alcohol into her mouth forcefully and every
hole in her body.
While the woman suffers, I pick up
the sword and shield and swing it around before assuming a fighting stance and
beckoning the others to fight me. Using such basic weapons again feels like
being with an old friend and it doesn’t take long for me to awaken my skills to
defeat the foolish faithful soldiers and citizens. Of course, I didn’t kill
them because of my spell’s effects and only worsened the suffering inflicted on
them by their demons. The others who didn’t join in the fight and just watched,
run away, however, their appearance mutates into that of emaciated half-rats
and half-dogs as they run, a sight that makes me laugh. The sound of
approaching horses then catches my attention as I see a small squad of knights
enter the town who are mostly unaltered by my spell.
They look at me in bewilderment and
ask me if I have anything to do with what is happening. The Church is truly
more pathetic and incompetent than I thought it was if they can’t tell the
obvious, so I admit my guilt and immediately charge at them. I must also admit
that cutting at these knights is more satisfying than using my magic on them. It’s
truly a sad sight to see the poor state of the Church’s army in the Americas.
When I was a soldier, we conquered every inch of this side of the world and had
each of the bandit kingdoms in check. Now, it struggles to even keep its own
faithful in line and corruption out of its leaders and poor.
Speaking about the corrupted,
beastmen and men of other races enter the town dressed in rags and ruggedly makeshift
armor. Their weapons are of a similar quality with their best swords, shields,
and hammers being the spoils taken from the Church’s soldiers.
“Now, what do you want? Do you have
a love for God and the Church or are you here to help me?” I ask.
“We have no love for their God, but
we are their friends. Release them and us from your spell, witch! We will not
go down as easily,” one of the men who is half-crocodile says.
I laugh at the man’s words and see
why this town is so weak in faith. Of course, the Church would become weaker
when it allies itself with its enemies who do not love God. The bandits are
offended by my laughter as they promise to kill me and run at me with their
weapons raised. To my surprise, the woman who reminded me of myself stabs me in
the back with a dagger and leaves it there before falling and resuming her
struggle with her demons. What she did hardly affects my ability to deal with
the bandits, but it does throw me off, allowing the bandits to get more than a few
hits and cuts in until their eventual defeat. Going over to the woman who
stabbed me and is being drowned in alcohol by her demons, I crouch over her,
pull the dagger from my back, and put it into her hands that I hold.
“You want me to die and pay for my
sins, don’t you? Haha, well, I do too,” I say before making the woman stab
herself.
I make her stab herself over and
over again as she tries to resist me while crying and screaming.
“We can’t always get what we want,”
I continue. “We don’t deserve to. We’re all scum, all abandoned by God. Keep
crying and screaming, if it makes you feel better. He isn’t listening to any of
it. If he is, it pleases him to hear you suffer. That’s all we’re good for,
after all. It’s all I was good for.”
Turning the dagger on myself, I make
the woman stab me again and again as I start to hysterically laugh and cry at
what I said. Just as before, I find myself in a dark void. This time, the light
is even more distant and I am ready for Dominic’s arrival.
When I see him appearing, I immediately
say, “Leave me alone! I’m already far too gone and you’re not bringing me back!”
“You know you aren’t,” Dominic says
in the same strong, reassuring voice that I remember. “What happened to the Priscilla
I remember? The one I always looked up to?”
“I killed her and she’s never
coming back! She was innocent just as she was pathetic.”
From the light behind Dominic, I
see a small figure come out from it. It’s an infant boy with light coming out
of a hole in his chest and neck. He holds his head in one of his arms, is
clothed in grey, and has light coming out of his eyes and mouth just like Dominic.
“Mother,” the boy says.
“Get away from me!” I say while
running away in the dark and the direction away from the light.
Looking around me, it’s as if I’m
running in place and getting nowhere.
“Mother, it’s me, Harald, the one
you killed at birth.”
“You’re nothing but a bastard child
who should’ve never been born, to begin with! You sided with your vile father
against me! I hate you!”
“I know you don’t mean that,
mother. You know that deep in your heart your faults and that you don’t want
this.”
Both Harald and Dominic reach out
to me, their warmth radiating like the sun.
“I went back and forth repenting
and refusing to and I’ve decided to never repent again. If God truly cared for
me, he would’ve never allowed me to fall back into sin and my sinister state of
mind. Look around you. It is proof he has abandoned humanity on earth, one of
many times, and surely not the last.”
Dominic and Harald look at me with
sadness in their eyes as they disappear. I find myself back in the town I was
in, but…where is that woman? Where are the people I fought? The demons tell me
that God has given them the strength to break through their sufferings and
given them the chance to run away while I was distracted.
“I’ll find them,” I say as I leap
into the air and follow the whispers of the demons. “I’ll find every remaining servant
of God and make them suffer! No one will escape my wrath!”
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