Chapter 9 : Does This Please You?

“I know Lust, pet…”

“King of Demons…Devil…Speculative titles.”

“Brothers.”

Our conversation looped over and over in my head, but those statements stuck. The sun peeked under the horizon, dipping beneath the vast ocean to my left. I was driving home, set to deal with my own personal demons, but I dreaded every second of it.

“This isn’t what I really look like…”

Then what did he really look like? A deep desire, a thirst for knowledge…power…his power…fell over me. Somehow I was brought back to Church, sitting in the pews, crosses, and stained glass coloring the memory.

I never liked Church. A pastor dictating what I should or shouldn’t do. What I should believe. I didn’t like how they ostracized my mother. Calling her a jezebel, me a bastard. Judging us for something that wasn’t her fault.

People from her church would still cross the street to avoid walking on the same sidewalk as her. It crushed me because I was powerless to help her.