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“You’re our Angel.”
But what if you hate such humans? What if you want to only praise God with your very soul and being?
Angel Tamsy remembers a time when he was the only one in his body.
How young was he again? Ten? Twelve? It was before puberty.
The cathedral's priests called him over for ‘special training’. He was a knight, after all. He had to be ready to protect the church.
After doing weight training to carry something as heavy as a sword, they’d practice on dummies before on actual people with fencing.
The church was secretly training an assassin. And for him to comply, they must torture the ‘God’ he loved so dearly, Rudo Surebrec.
Rudo was just a young child at this point, and yet the prophecy of the Curse bore into him. The higher-ups thought the baby wouldn’t survive without his parents, and yet to the surprise of many, one of their own, Regto, betrayed them.
Or that’s what they made it seem like from the outside.
To nurture the sacrifice, the boy needed a guardian. They ‘banished’ Regto to live among the tribes folk to keep watch from a safe distance.
The plan was to grow the curse for their next sacrifice. Alto Surebrec was a failure; he went mad from his own bloodline’s Vital Instrument, and they had no choice but to send him to the Pit.
Tamsy was assigned to watch over them.
"I am the Angel who has to get rid of the sins of others." The child thought as he saw Regto nurturing Rudo from afar.
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It was a chilly afternoon and Tamsy’s parents were running late, so he waited in the cathedral.
“Looking for someone?” Father Nehmiah asked, smiling warmly at the boy.
The man just finished his theology classes before noticing him.
“My dad must be busy overseeing the new hunters for the monastery.”
“And your mother?”
“…”
Tamsy’s gaze grew dark.
“..She’s probably with him.” He muttered.
“Well it’s almost lunchtime so how about we discuss things over food?”
Tamsy’s eyes lit up at that. It’s been a while since he’s had a decent meal and especially with others.
In the cathedral’s dining room it was just the two of them making small talk over lunch. Something so mundane, and yet the boy talked excitedly about his day.
“My, you don’t usually find boys your age so interested in scripture.” The Father mused.
“It’s practically required given my dad’s position. Besides..” he shifted in his chair.
“I like being seen as an ‘Angel’.”
He muttered. Embarrassment flush on his face for telling his desires to someone he had no connection to.
“That’s lovely, Tamsy dear. Especially since it’s our duty to bless others. To save those who’ve strayed from our teachings.”
“Yes, of course.” The boy didn’t have it in him to say he didn’t actually care for scripture with such devotion.
He just wanted to be depended on.
“It seems it’s getting late. How about we head to my chambers for now?”
“Sure.”
The two walked into Father Nehmiah’s overwhelmingly large room.
Something about it being narrow yet having a high ceiling made Tamsy feel smaller than usual. It was a feeling that made him start to feel dizzy.
The room had a bed, his desk and bookshelves ranging from basic scriptures to human psychology.
The lamp on the desk was the only lighting they had, making the large room feel even more empty.
Tamsy sat on the bed while Father Nehmiah sat on the chair near his desk.
“I’m actually quite pleased with how well this is going.” The man spoke quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“Tamsy, how long have you been waiting for your parents?”
“I think it’s almost been 3 hours.”
The man sighed in a way that was more amused than disappointed.
“They left you here, my boy.”
Tamsy’s eyes widened urgently.
“They- what?”
“It seems they’ve left me responsible for [Training] you today.”
The boy’s confusion was met with an increasing dizziness as his body felt an uncomfortable heat growing from inside. He was then lying helplessly on the bed.
The older man glides his hands down the boy’s leg, stopping near the few blue hairs growing near his crotch. Tamsy tried to pry away, but his mind and body weren’t cooperating. The man then leans forward to lick his thigh rhythmically, getting close to his private area.
The juice he gave him must’ve been spiked.
Tamsy couldn’t move and felt his consciousness fading.
There’s no way his parents would leave him here like this. They must’ve fallen for the same honey trap like he did. Father Nehmiah looks up at the boy’s confused face, his smile widening.
“How many times must we do this song and dance, boy?” The man leaned close to cup the child’s soft cheeks. “It seems you don’t remember the other times we’ve done this. That means the [Training] is working.”
Tamsy’s brain tried to strain against the drug’s effect, but it was like his mind was fluttering away.
Father Nehmiah got uncomfortably close to his ear and whispered:
“You're our [Angel].”
The boy’s pathetic member laid there limply as the Father had his way with him. He could feel the rough texture of the man’s beard as his mouth sucked his dick.
“So small and wet for me.~”
Tamsy was only half hard when the man thrusted his dick into his hole. A sharp gasp breaks through the boy’s mouth from the pain yet no one heeds his cries.
Hours dragged until it all became a beautiful blur. The next thing Tamsy could remember is the sound of birds chirping and the afterglow of the morning sky shining through the blinds. His blonde and blue hair draped over his face.
Father Nehmiah closes the book in his hand as he then puts his robes on dutifully as if nothing happened, while Tamsy was a sprawled mess on his red velvet bed sheets.
“Don’t forget our cleansing ritual next week.”
Of course not. A burning ritual where they cleanse his soul and body.
To survive such purification meant truly becoming a saint. He smiled dazed as the maids came to clean up the mess.