Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
With those words, Eden stiffens, and her pussy grips my cock forcefully as we come with a groan.
“This is fucking perfect,” Asmodeus whispers before his teeth dig into Eden’s shoulders, and he comes. “We’re broken, we’re fucked up, but we’re a family. Always and forever.
Warning
The Epilogue contains the largest trigger of Blasphemy found in the book. If this type of material upsets or disturbs you please do not continue further.
Epilogue (Five Years Later)
EDEN
Collared and on my knees.
Five years ago, my life began, and how wonderful a life it’s been.
One of my men stares down at me—my first love. The boy who gave me all his candy just to see me smile. The man who would now rip out his heart and hand it to me for the same reason.
The world may not agree with him being a hero as they witness the thin scar on my flesh and the blood trickling on my skin. They might view Asmodeus as a villain needing to mar my skin to obtain a taste of crimson from my veins. But the world also made him and forged in him a need that isn’t deemed natural.
I’d gladly cut a vein for him. I wouldn’t have to think twice.
He wipes the blood from his lips, smearing it on the permanent vicious scar branded on his cheek. He tugs at the chain attached to my collar, forcing me to crawl down the aisle until I’m at the altar.
Abaddon turns to me in all his naked glory, his hard cock angled toward his hard abs. “Better get up here and start praying.”
They both enjoy fucking me here, a dysfunctional form of therapy that heals the irreparable damage religion has done to us.
I rise and climb onto the Lord’s table before impaling myself on Abaddon’s thick cock. Our eyes lock, and I smile at my second love. The twin brother of the little boy who made me feel special. I bounce up and down on his cock, relishing the sounds of pleasure I coax from his lips.
Iblis grips my throat, pulling my head back as he presses his lips to mine. He kisses me with all the passion of a man in love. His devotion pours into me from his soul bleeding like life’s blood.
IBLIS
I spread her ass apart and remove the butt plug I placed there this morning. Her ass is perfectly greased up to take whatever I have in mind. Eden turns to me, and her sweet smile is all the salvation I need.
With my rosary in my hand, I cross myself. I spit on my angel, something I’ve discovered she enjoys, and trail the saliva down her back, pushing it into her ass. “I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried; He descended into hell; on the third day He rose again from the dead; He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of God the Father Almighty; from there He will come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen.”
Eden moans as I push the first bead of the rosary into her waiting ass. I push each bead in until I come to the cross, which I leave dangling from her sexy ass. Lining my cock with her anus, I push in until I’m balls deep. A sense of calm comes over me as my cock rubs along the rosary while I thrust in and out of my goddess.
ASMODEUS
I lift the goblet of blood from the baptismal bath. My cock prays to the heavens as I witness the scene before me. “Now this is a god I can get behind worshiping.”
Jumping on the table, I hold the goblet up high before pouring it over Eden’s head. “Take the sacrament, Eden. Show God how much you want to be saved.”
She grips my girth and parts her lips, welcoming the tip of my cock into her warm mouth.
“That’s it, my child. Pray until you receive the sacrament.”
Eden moans at my blasphemous words. An act that heals all our broken parts.
“Eyes on me,” I demand. Her head tilts up, and I bask in her sweet stare. Red liquid pours from the chalice, cascading over her face. “Take this, all of you, and drink from it. This is the cup of My Blood, the Blood of the new and everlasting covenant. It will be shed for you and for all so that sins may be forgiven.”
Saying the words to her makes them bloom with a new meaning. No longer are we servants to the past, trapped in a nightmare. The bonds of love and family have transformed us into something different, something more. The four of us are joined in blood and retribution. Sinners and saints. Between salvation and damnation. A new order to break the shackles that bound us to the monsters who used the sanctity of spirituality to chain us to them. No longer slaves to their masters. We are gods.