Free Web NovelChapter 15: Chapter 15: Confession
"I want to fuck the living shit out of that barbecue-looking, old-ass, oh-I-have-golden-hair-looking-ass cunt." Said the figure in the dark.
"Why the fuck is he here? In my city, no less. For fuck’s sake I had dreams, dreams to rule this city like a, like a..." he said, pausing, unable to find the word. "What is that character called, you know, that one from Spider-Man or something...?"
The men around him looked down, their legs shivering, unable to reply. But one did, a boy. "...Kingpin?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Exactly like Kingpin. I wanted to, no, no, I am the Kingpin of this city. No need for fake confirmations, I fucking am." He said, stepping out of the shadow, his head bald, wearing a smudged, alcohol-stained white shirt and matching shorts, slightly torn at the sides.
"You..." he said, pointing at the boy. "You have fucking potential, my dear boy, I see it in you." He said, smiling, showing his overly white teeth. "See, see, you cocksuckers." He lamented toward his men.
"Here is brave little Willy boy, and here you all are, fucking pussies, will they won’t they cocksuckers," he said, his hand raised high.
Slap!
He gave a nice slap to the man in front of him. That single slap rang the man’s brain out, dropping him to the floor right then and there.
"Oh fuck, did he just die from a single slap?" The man said, looking down, his finger on his nose. "This cunt fucking died from a single bitch slap. Are all my men weak little nibbling shits like this? No wonder I am still not at the level of Kingpin." He complained.
When all of a sudden, the unconscious man opened his eyes, his brown eyes turning red. Gradually waking up, floating high in the air.
"Baal..." an eerie voice came out from the floating dead flesh.
He knew who it was from the aura alone. The one who had been spitting insults now toned his voice down. "Oh, if it isn’t my lord almighty." He said, his once commanding voice turning humble.
"What can I do for you? Do you require another sacrifice? My boy here," he said, pulling the boy to his side. "Willy can start another school shooting, another batch of children at your feet."
"Hmmm." the floating flesh growled. "Tempting... but no. I want all your attention on your guest. You must already know who I mean."
"Huh? That cocksucking golden retriever?" Baal asked.
The floating figure nodded, its dead flesh gradually rotting at a rapid pace. "Indeed. I want him handled."
"Ohhh, ohhh!" Baal shouted in glee. "Here I thought you came to stop me, but Christmas has come early. I can finally eat him ALIVE!!!"
Listening to those words, the flesh smiled, and just like that, the aura was gone and the rotting body fell to the ground. All the men around suddenly watched the body in hunger, saliva dripping from the edges of their lips. Baal saw it and smiled.
"Look at you cocksuckers, greedy for even the slightest of the almighty’s boon." He said. "You know what, go for it. It’s a happy day today, so eat up!!"
And just like that, all the men and women in the dark room jumped on the rotting flesh, absorbing the slightest aura the body leaked, gouging on its skin and organs.
Willy, the little boy, watched this happen and felt his stomach churn, vomiting right then and there.
Baal looked at him. "Hmmm, I see. Willy, my boy. It seems you are still not corrupt enough." He said, waving his hand up, and just like that all the men froze. The moment he clenched it into a fist, everyone gradually backed away, their faces and eyes smeared with blood and pieces of meat.
Baal simply walked to the dead body, the heart still intact, and ripped it out, blood squirting all over the place, then presented it before Willy.
"Here you go. You need to get used to this, my boy." He said.
The boy, still teary-eyed from his vomiting, backed away a little, his feet wobbling. He had thought he was just in some gang with influence, but the carpet was much dirtier than it had seemed.
"No... no." the boy said.
Baal smiled, not frowned at all. "Oh, you fucking will." He said, throwing the heart at the boy’s feet. "Your mother, what was her name? Jessica? She’s at home alone right now. Your father James is at work.
If you don’t eat this heart, Jimmy boy, something not so nice will happen to your precious mommy and daddy. Do you want something to happen to your precious mommy and daddy?" He asked.
The boy could no longer speak, only shaking his head as his trembling hand rose to grab the heart.
"Good boy."
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The world was nefarious. Amon knew it, but hadn’t accepted it beforehand, as his role had been to prevent exactly that. The role of bringing balance, being an actual scale of the known world, that had been his job.
But that was the past. The present held something more than duty, his new path flowering with infinite possibilities, and all he needed to ask himself was:
What am I going to become now?
"Claude..." Amon called.
"Yes?" The man replied, carrying Amon’s bag. "Why the hell is this bag so heavy?" He asked instead.
Amon simply walked to the glass wall, taking in the view from the top. "Do you still carry the role of a church father?"
The man dropped the heavy bags on the ground, bags that weren’t his own. "Yeah, duh, I literally run the Vatican."
Amon turned to him, confused by that phrasing, but he didn’t care much. All he wanted to know was that the man still held that role. "Okay then, I need to confess something in confidence."
What Claude heard sounded heavy. So he knew it wasn’t the time for jokes. He sat on his sofa, Amon sitting at his side.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been centuries since my last confession." Amon said, closing his eyes, his hands together in prayer.
Claude had also closed his eyes, but hearing that it had been a whole century, he couldn’t help but open them and look at him.
"State your sins, oh child of our Almighty, simply and honestly." He replied.
"I am confessing not of the sins of my past, but of the sins I will commit in the future..." he confessed.
