He was getting impatient. It was the last leg and he had nothing better else to do. The onboard entertainment’s picks did not hold anything interesting. Then again, most things called entertainment nowadays didn’t hold his interest. He found them almost always superficial and a little on the pandering side.But this was the last leg and he was going to land soon. Unlike most countries, he visited this one regularly. He did not have a choice, he had to come back every time. This time however, he was early. There were so many things he needed to know. So many things he needed to ask. This time, he hoped he would get answers.There was not a need to ask before. If he was being honest, there wasn’t even such a question before. There was just him, his abilities, and the man who trained him. The man he called Tata, or uncle. The man who helped him get revenge all those decades ago. The man who, at times, almost seemed like his personal warden. The only one he knew who was more powerful than
Matt came to. He did not remember how exactly he got there but he was back at the porch. He also did not remember how he just so happened to be standing and leaning by a wooden post when he awoke but he was there, nevertheless.It was daytime. Although the sun shone high in the sky with barely a cloud in sight, he did not feel the heat. It wasn’t humid either. Something he was told to expect around these parts, especially that they lived by the river. On the contrary, he felt the cool breeze just moments after the trees or their branches swayed. It felt peaceful to him, his sense of accomplishment only adding, confirming, that despite all the sacrifices he did right by his family. Most of all, he kept his promise to himself.He spied a figure clad in a black shirt, black jeans, with a black trench coat approach from the opposite end. He seemed to be struggling to keep his breath as he looked around. He had a bag. It was heavy, judging from the way he carried himself. The figure took t
Finally, some quiet time.Matt whistled a low note as he got up from where he sat and walked out to the porch. It had been a busy day with people arriving way into the last minutes of noon. Friends from the city, neighbors, and people that both he and Emmy knew from work, or previous works came. The housewarming lasted until five in the afternoon, although it was way late for a housewarming. Still, Matt appreciated the quiet time that settled in after the guests had departed.In the days leading to this day, Emmy showed just how good she was at running things. It was a habit she’d learned from working at different offices before, she’d claim, whenever he complimented her about it. Mostly complimented. Matt shook his head and snorted as he sipped from the can. There were days he was close to being annoyed at the many reminders she’d throw at him, one after the other.Now that the guests had gone home and cleaning up almost done, Matt marveled at how smooth everything went. Given the ti
“That’s it, I’m done,” said Emmy cozying up to Matt who was watching the evening news on the couch, “I think, it’s time to warm up the bed,” she added with a sly smile.“A wonderful idea that is,” he answered, “if only the girls were already asleep.”“Oh, they’d be asleep soon enough. They’ve been running around the house all day,” Emmy answered back, hugging her husband’s neck.“Tell you what, why don’t you go ahead and freshen up a bit, yeah? You know, maybe put on those special… things you keep for special occasions?”“Hmmm, how you talk! Go on,” Emmy encouraged, pulling him close.“I’m just gonna finish my beer here, I’m gonna nurse it till the last drop for as long as I can. As soon as the giggles of the little rascals die down, you can bet your fabulous ass I’ll be comin’ up and we be doin’ a lil’ bed-warming to cap this housewarming.”“Oooh, I like the sound of that,” said Emmy as she got up, planting a kiss on her husband’s cheek.“You’d like that don’t you?” Matt echoed.“Mmm
She had fallen asleep. She believed she did for her hands were still lazy and her legs reluctantly responded. Emmy let out a hum as she felt his presence. By the slow but deliberate way that he conducted himself, it was unmistakable – Matt had come to collect. Remembering her insinuations earlier, Emmy did not object. Instead, she let his touch guide her into lustful wakefulness.His usual playfulness was apparent in the fact that not only did he turn the lights off, but he also snuck under the covers. He ran his warm hands all over the insides of her thighs and caressed her stomach. Then, he peppered the inside of her thighs with light kisses and pecks, his hands massaging the area just above her mound.Matt also took to pulling on the bands of her underwear and letting it go when she least expected it. He kissed her everywhere but there, where it mattered. That and the apprehension for the light snap of the garter as it her bare skin drove her to new heights. Already, she was feelin
Emmy felt like she needed to reciprocate and wanted to give him a sloppy blowjob. She knew how much he loved it. Especially when he did not have to worry about her getting her share of the sinful pie. Matt seemed to have other plans. Right after making her orgasm, he proceeded to mount her. She almost bounced from the bed when the tip of his manhood grazed her still sensitive clit. Slowly rubbing the thickness of his dick along her slit, Matt continued in a sawing motion until he gained a raging erection.With the lights off, and Matt taking command, there was nothing else to do but feel. And feel she did. Emmy brought her hands up to embrace him by the neck. She wanted to feel him close to her, hear his breath turn into grunts as he increasingly lost himself in her. She wanted to feel his heart pound madly as he tried to pound her faster and harder, all while she controlled the distance at which he could withdraw his hips. Emmy brought her legs up and locked them over the base of his
Emmy woke up earlier than usual. She had already finished taking a shower and changing the sheets when the alarm on her phone went off. She had it at five thirty on weekdays and seven on weekends. She didn’t mind. She felt fully refreshed and ready to face the day.I wonder if…She blushed then shrugged. Emmy felt giddier than a teenager about to go on her first date. The treatment she got the night before brought out many things from her. All of them lewd. She silently chided herself as she folded the soaked sheets. She chided herself for feeling lustful while, on the other hand, she lusted. She was brought up as a catholic, she knew she’d be spared from damnation. She was married, it wasn’t lust if one was married. A perfectly convenient loophole. Not that she considered herself a practicing Christian. Still, it was nice to find a loophole. It spared her from all the latent guilt tripping she sometimes still found herself in.Once she was finished at their bedroom, Emmy headed downs
More than twenty minutes had already passed since Matt left but no one has come down yet. Emmy was almost done with the dishes for breakfast. Fried eggs, toasted bread, and veggie bacon were on the menu. An assortment of spreads was already on the table. Once cooking was done, Emmy went over to the coffee maker to brew fresh coffee for her and Matt. Then, she put out juice on the table for the kids.Hearing no sounds coming from upstairs yet, Emmy sat down on a chair that faced a window. Her attention began to wander as she looked at the trees that provided a natural wall around the house, their leaves peacefully obeying the command of the light wind that blew from the river behind the house. The early sun streaked through the window opposite her, its rays falling on the table, lending a yellowish tint to the deep brown, wooden surface.She felt someone pass behind, the shadow falling on the edge of the table beside her.“Good morning honey, where are you going?”The coffee maker soun
He was getting impatient. It was the last leg and he had nothing better else to do. The onboard entertainment’s picks did not hold anything interesting. Then again, most things called entertainment nowadays didn’t hold his interest. He found them almost always superficial and a little on the pandering side.But this was the last leg and he was going to land soon. Unlike most countries, he visited this one regularly. He did not have a choice, he had to come back every time. This time however, he was early. There were so many things he needed to know. So many things he needed to ask. This time, he hoped he would get answers.There was not a need to ask before. If he was being honest, there wasn’t even such a question before. There was just him, his abilities, and the man who trained him. The man he called Tata, or uncle. The man who helped him get revenge all those decades ago. The man who, at times, almost seemed like his personal warden. The only one he knew who was more powerful than
“Here’s why I think that’s what happened. If, there was only one demon, or even a group of them with one purpose, just like we usually see, the chances are it would only possess one. Meaning, it-”“It would only harass one, and all the rest will be collateral.” The bishop finished.Father Anton nodded and paused to give the bishop time to connect things.“That means, there were at least two groups of demons there. My gut tells me the other one was a lone demon, and the on the other side, the one that possessed the children, were the other group.That explains why the parents needed to die, and Cain had to die. And his friend would have also died had he not run away, though, God bless his soul, I think it would have been better if he just died.”“I get most of it but not about the part where everyone, well, almost everyone needed to die.” The bishop admitted.“Let’s take the testimonies of those who knew them. Nobody will say that the father was capable of such abuse. But there was abu
It was not the waiting that he hated. Bob was the bishop after all. He had many things to attend to. It was the things going through his head as he sat outside the bishop’s office that he did not like. It was all too sudden and the person directly responsible for Cain, the situation wasn’t looking good.“Tony?” He heard the bishop call, peeking out his door.Father Anton Ramirez got up and walked towards the door of the bishop’s office. Finding that the bishop had already taken his place behind his desk, he closed the door behind him and locked it.“It’s a mess Tony, I was not expecting this.”“I’m sorry Your Excellency. I was… this is a first.”“Drop the formalities. I know it’s not your fault. Well, maybe a little bit. A little bit our faults. Why don’t you start from the beginning?”Father Anton sat first then opened the satchel he had with him and began taking out folders and placing them on the bishop’s desk.“Let’s deal with those later. Just tell me what you saw and what you th
Her exertions soon reached its peak and Emmy stopped and plopped onto her dead husband’s carcass. Her knuckles were covered in blood, his and hers. She laughed as she felt the last of his blood spurt out of his neck, grazing hers. Her screaming had made her voice hoarse but that did not matter anymore.She pushed herself up and regarded her handiwork. She burst out laughing hysterically. Her madness had taken over completely that she did not even dare question what that shadow was, that shadow that was tall and thick and wide that stood before her. A shadow that went against the light.“The children are ours! OURS!” The demons hissed.The shadow reached out a massive arm for her to grab on. She took it, still laughing. As she stood up, the shadow started to come into view. She was intrigued at how majestic and powerful it looked with its thick arms and legs that were muscled and huge as tree trunks. She laughed and laughed. A laughing that was interrupted by the demons declaring owner
Emmy felt a burst of anger fill her, a fury of such strength it made her forget pain. Her eyes smoldered with hate. Just moments ago, she felt like dirt but that didn’t matter now. She would have ignored what the demons were saying. It might have been true for her, or not. But, the expression on her husband’s face said it all.“Tell me I’m wrong Matt. TELL ME!” She demanded as she crawled on the debris, hands feeling, looking for something.Matt did not reply. He did not even look at her. She could see it in his eyes. How he struggled, how he could not hide it, how ashamed he was. It didn’t matter that his cheeks glistened with the torrent of tears streaming down his face. He was guilty. Her hands found something pointy. She got up as he screamed.“You… YOU FUCKED YOUR DAUGHTER?”She could tell. The demon’s words were not just insinuations. This was more unforgivable than coupling with an entity she could not even put a face to. Her mind raced, trying to give him the benefit of the do
His skin was a literal field of goosebumps. The creatures seemed to have already delivered and still wasn’t done yet. While he heard the otherworldly voices above everyone else’s, it wasn’t the demonic voices that drew his attention but the emotions that flooded the whole house.Confusion was the overwhelming feeling that he got but that was just the surface. Underneath was denial, disgust, and fear. It flared off in varying degrees on all the humans present. And he was harvesting it all.Despite the large number of anchors he had, the ring which glowed in many different colors, now felt cooler in his finger. He chuckled to himself, forgetting the real threat that the hulking creature, or the ones who sought his help, posed.True to their agreement, he let go of the young child. There was not much to her anyway. She was afraid, and disoriented, but not in levels that the adults were giving off.The one he labeled as a priest of some kind had been trying to get up but could only manage
It was not the voice, or how they came to him. It was not even how they knew to do something only one has been able to do until days ago. It was the request.“What… what do you mean?” He asked.It’s too strong. For me. For us. He’s too strong.He paced back and forth, not taking his eyes of the figures that stood before him, touching his anchors. The large creature did not need to touch his anchors to tell him to leave, then again, it was just standing there, like a ghost, among all the anchors.How the fuck do these things know about things I didn’t even know I had?“I don’t understand,” he finally spoke, “but what I understand is, that motherfucker is too strong. I don’t-” He paused, he sensed amusement when he said the last phrase. “You find that funny? At a time like this?”Yes. But still, help.“Like I was saying, that one is strong. And you’re obviously many and stronger than I am. If you can’t stop it, what the hell do you think I can do against it?”We know what you want. You
Matt was getting frustrated with everything. Every bone in his body ached, every uncovered part of his skin was either bruised or scratched, or both. While the words came out automatically in prayer, he found himself drifting. They were not getting anywhere. Cain was not getting anywhere. When the demons answered his wife, he was quite relieved.A start! An opening!Intending to hear more, Matt focused on the exchange not noticing that he had already dropped his prayers in exchange for the tidbits he was hearing.“I did not fail my Gina!” Emmy answered, defending against the insinuation.“OH! SHE DIDN’T, SHE SAYS.”Cain, being the closest to the possessed child, had to cover his ears in fear of rupturing his eardrums.“But you did. You allowed your child to be defiled! IN YOUR OWN HOME!”It could not have been clearer that the demons wanted to emphasize the last phrase. The many voices sounded like they were about to go berserk. More debris rose from the ground, this time mainly from
“Holy fucking shit!” He remarked aloud as his anchors completely swarmed the entire first floor of the house.With Vein Sight, he clearly saw the full picture. There were other unseen figures moving about in the space. He counted a little over two dozen, the bulk of them standing by the child that everybody seemed to be facing.That unnerved him. One entity was powerful enough to have made him run away. Over two dozen was a disaster.This doesn’t make any fucking sense!The other demons who were mostly clustered around the child, whom he thought was the one who was possessed, were of a different build. While the one that had confronted him twice was tall, muscular, and impossibly wide, the other creatures were tall and wiry. Based on the power and hostility he was getting, he assumed that the creature who confronted him twice now, was the reason everything was as it was in that house.I’m out of my fucking depth here, he admitted to himself.He could not hear everything, but based on