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Liar.

“You stayed while he did it. You knew exactly what he did, you watched it happen and did nothing.” My voice is seething, and each word is spoken through gritted teeth.

Reaching out, she touches my chest. “The Dark One, he tells us what is needed. We just follow his orders. Elijah. We don’t have control over it.”

Fucking delusional.

“I knew you were dumb. You left something good for this shit. But I didn’t realize you were really this stupid.”

Her face squints at me in confusion.

“Cut the shit, mom. For once in your life, use your goddamn brain and think.”

She’s starting to aggravate me, I’m not sure how much longer I can put up with it, honestly.

Her words come out with confidence, “He is the vessel, baby boy. The Dark One uses the Master as his voice.”

Blowing out a deep breath, I look up to the ceiling.

She had her fucking chance, and I gave it to her. To come clean before it all ended.

I wouldn’t describe this feeling coming over me as disappointment, I would have to care to feel that. Perhaps, I am just tired of the mindless bullshit.

That’s what The Chapel is.

A bunch of mindless fuckers following a charismatic narcissist. I played along, and I got my fix of blood and torture. None of these people mattered to me. Not until her.

Nobody fucks with what is mine.

Looking back down at my mom, I can see she truly believes the bullshit spewing from her mouth. Her eyes plead with me to believe her too.

Not today.

Dropping my bat, it bounces to the ground next to me.

Digging into my pants pocket, I pull out my black switch blade. Clicking the side of the handle brings the sharp, shiny silver blade out.

“Fighting it will only make it worse.” I promise her as I grab her arm.

She tries to pull it back but my grip is tight.

“Rain, roll up her sleeve.”

Tiny footsteps start behind me.

Coming up beside me, her hand grips my mom’s arm just above my hand as she pushes the robe’s sleeve up.

Looking up at my mom, Rain reiterates what I have already promised, “The Dark One can’t wait to meet you.”

Audible gasps fill the room.

These dumb fucks believe my little bat is being serious Fuck me.

A few whisper, “She really is our dark princess, Principessa Oscura”

Being absolutely over this shit, I place the blade on my mom’s skin just above her bat wings tattoo.

“No, please don’t. My sweet baby boy, don’t do this to your mother.”