Chapter 22

JUDE WARNING: “You’re not gonna believe who yall chose as alumniS. ASHLEY WASNT PLANNING ON JUST ONE, YOU DOOMED YOURSELF!”

Trigger warning: racist character

No use livin’ under your skin
So misleading, knowing all of your sins
“Cause love sees through it
but only in places you’d never live
‘Cause nothing compares to
the way you taste on my lips
-Somebody Else’s Face

THEIR POINT OF VIEW

“It’s nice to keep you silent with my d*ck in your mouth, hmm?” Jude’s wrists and ankles were held firmly by Leo—or the shadowy tentacles of whoever is possessing him, as Pryce let his spit drool down his tongue and onto the tightly shut hole of a reluctant Jude.

“I didn’t realize I could actually feel your lips running over the piercings… it’s wonderful! I feel centipedes in my stomach!” The devil squealed as he thrusted in and out of Jude’s mouth, the silver poking everything inside. “It’s warm, it’s so soft! Your teeth is hurting me but I love it!”

“Don’t be too harsh,” Pryce scolded him, watching Jude’s tear run down his cheek. To save him from the brutal entrance of that pierced dick, Pryce gently runs two fingers from the base of his shaft, down his balls, to his wet hole. “You have to take care of your partners… make sure they don’t hurt. Make sure they are enjoying. Jude is terrified of you, he is not enjoying your rude tentacles all over him.”

Satan growled with a hundred voices in his throat, “Don’t tell me what to do! Try decades of watching Leo f*ck vampires—especially this sweet one right here, see if you can hold back from finally feeling his warm—WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STRAWHEADED VAMPIRE?! KEEP YOUR MOUTH OFF HIM—”

“Mmmhh!” Jude moans in pleasure when Pryce started sucking him off. The vibrations in his relaxed throat made Satan realize he’s genuinely enjoying whatever Pryce is doing to him.

“You told me to prepare him…” Pryce said with two fingers inside, softening him up. “This is how you make love to a mortal, you prepare him like this.”

“I DIDN’T SAY TO SUCK HIM.”

“He wants me to,” Pryce mocked the devil, his tongue reached for Jude’s sensitive head which made his knees buckle. The devil looks at his moaning lover and feels his heart pumping blood into his veins aggressively. Devvy tilted his head curiously, watching Leo’s d*ck go in and out of that beautiful mouth. Incredibly turned on, his shadows tightened around Jude’s wrists and ankles, making him wince in pain.

“Ow! Stop it!” His hands are turning red from the lack of blood circulation.

“You dare enjoy another man’s mouth while I am here?” Devvy was less subtle about being jealous. “Get off him, golden goose! I want to feel his mortal insides! I want to make his soul writhe!”

“That body is pierced and you will hurt him, you have to be gentle!” Pryce argued.

“I will put him to the Withholding so he won’t feel it!”

“So drugging and r*ping him? You really are evil!” They started fighting.

“It’s not r*pe if he is in love with the body I’m controlling!”

“What the f*cking hell?!” Both of them stopped when Jude yelled at them, clothes still torn open and held up by the shadows he can’t fight against. “I can’t feel my hands and feet, if you’re gonna f*ck me, do it now and bring back Leo!”

He breathes angrily, still against the whole idea of being f*cked to death by a possessed Leo, but he sighs while looking at those familiar hazel eyes. Tears start to well in his own, almost begging. “Leo’s inside, right? I want Leo back… please…”

Pryce was astonished, The boy really likes him.

Devvy’s shadows released his legs, but held it with his own large hands this time, adorned with two-inch claw-like nails. They bury into his thighs, but never drawing blood. It would be dangerous with Pryce in here.

Devvy looks very curious, watching as Jude’s last piece of clothing slipped off his body. It’s making Leo’s vampire body feel warm, even if it couldn’t feel. “You want Leo back, sweet thing? Take his d*ck inside you.”

The devil was not a gentle lover. He shoved half in, but it was enough for Jude to scream in agony. The shadows had to wrap around his head to silence him, allowing their master to put it in inch by inch.

Pryce, heartbroken by his pain, stood beside him and gently unwrapped the shadowy limbs from his face. “Shhh… relax. Breathe, and it won’t hurt soon.”

“I-it hurts!” Jude cried as the devil f*cks him with the shadows crawling up his legs. His entrance is on fire—literally, it burns with every passing of silver through the ring. The devil used his limbs to wrap around Jude’s hard c*ck and decided to punish him by poking his c*ck slit with the tip of his tentacle. “AHH—!”

“It’s warm… I want to stay inside here forever!” Devvy groaned with forceful thrusts that bring Jude into tears. He’s unlike Leo at all.

“F*ck,” Pryce cursed, extremely turned on by the devil f*cking him on two holes. Jude’s eyes start to roll to the back of his head, and Pryce can’t help but lean in to kiss him. “You look so hot… being f*cked like this…”

Devvy got pissed about the kiss and decided to punish Jude further by sneaking in a shadow inside his *ss, joining the thick shaft and stretching out the entrance.

“Oh no, I’m—! God—!” His wrists are now tied together by shadows.

“Don’t talk about my mother while I’m f*cking you, Mon Ami…” Devvy whispers, “Unless you’re calling me a God?”

“Blasphemy,” Pryce rolled his eyes at the devil, his hands crawling down Jude’s body and holding his d*ck. “Are you going to c*m? Do you want to c*m?”

Jude nods, moaning out, “But it hurts…”

Pryce glared at Devvy’s devilish grin, before kissing Jude’s neck delicately. “Focus on your d*ck. C*m for me… for Leo and I.”

Leo… Jude’s eyes roll to the back of his head, kissing Pryce while imagining Leo to be the one f*cking him with such passion. He starts moaning more sweetly, making a climax bubble inside Devvy. Especially when Jude moans out, “Leo!”

The shadows start burying themselves into the walls, making it crack under pressure. Pryce is jerking him off into a new corner of heaven while that pierced c*ck is being driven deep inside him. Not only that, but two shadowy limbs are pushing inside of him as if one c*ck wasn’t enough.

“It’s so soft inside… he’s swallowing me… not even women could take three of me so deep! F*ck, my love!”

Finally, the devil experienced c*mming deep inside his precious little Jude. Decades of never feeling the warmth of a lover made him overflow the capacity. Each inch being moved would cause semen to drip out, trying to escape.

“Ahhh!” Jude moaned out as Pryce’s hand rapidly drew out his climax.

The moment he unplugged Jude’s urethra, he burst into ejaculation, which made Pryce draw his teeth and pierce Jude’s neck where that sweet nectar of blood was waiting for him.

“L-…” Jude couldn’t even utter his name because Pryce was sucking out his blood. The devil’s vision blurred as he tears Leo repeat the spell inside of him, demanding him to return.

Return. The tentacles started to writhe in pain as Leo desperately tried to surface out. Return!

RETURN.

The scent of the bleeding neck drew Leo out of the Withholding, making the shadow tentacles disappear. But both Leo and Pryce caught Jude mid air; with the former immediately sinking his teeth into his collarbone. Jude thought his climax was over, but being sucked on… being fed on is a second climax.

It feels so good… they’re both feeding on me… and while Pryce licked the wound he left, Leo left it to bleed because he desperately wants to kiss Jude on the mouth. Then, he thrusted inside of him as if offering Jude everything he’s got. This time, the moans weren’t of pain. Jude loves being f*cked by Leo, he is just gentle and passionate.

Pryce watched with great admiration. Finally… Leo has his person.

In between kisses, the young man gasps, “Y-you’re back… you’re actually back…”

“I’m back,” Leo whispers to him with a big smile, licking his collarbone dripping in blood. “You drove him away… you did that without torturing me like they do…”

Leo glared at Pryce, who shrugged because this was his idea anyway. In the past, the vampire priests had to strap him to a bed and torture the devil out of his body: and exorcism. But not this time, no.

“I won’t let them do that to you anymore,” Jude whispers, gently kissing Leo on the corners of his smiling mouth. “I’ll take care of Devvy for you…”

Their romance was interrupted because Pryce slapped Leo on the head. “You still drank alcohol on school premises, Leo! You’re not getting out of that! Detention, two nights!”

The next day, Jude was giggling because his legs are so sore he could barely use them; Leo took him on his back and carried him to the classroom.

“I feel like a paraplegic…” Jude complains, arms wrapped around Leo’s neck.

“Yeah, I had to dress you up, too. That’s what you get after f*cking Satan…” Leo grumbles.

He sounds so… Jude bit his bottom lip as his hands slip inside Leo’s shirt, since the top two buttons are undone. “It’s still your body, don’t get jealous. And he told me you could see everything… I hope you know I was only thinking of you, that’s why I got through it.”

Leo squeezed his legs, “Don’t think you can flirt your way out of me being pissed at you. I could’ve taken the torture instead of you being tortured.”

Being triple penetrated wasn’t so bad. “Mmmhmm, dressing me up and carrying me to class is you being pissed at me, got it.”

Jude was laughing with him by the time they got into the classroom, but that’s when Leo accidentally dropped him in shock of what he’s seeing.

“Ow, Leo—!” Jude was silenced when he looked at the teacher’s desk and didn’t see Pryce on it; instead it was an older man with silver hair from head to chin, his eyes hooded and his nose strong that aged with his wisdom. He looked at Jude with pensive brown eyes that looks like they can kill. But upon seeing them, they softened into that of welcome.

“Jude, Leo. How nice of you to join us, but next time please be on time for class; the Lord doesn’t wait…” Monsignor Sinclair politely gestured for them to sit with a large golden ring on his forefinger. (Reference: Mads Mikkelsen)

For the first time since Jude came here, Glass is sitting on his own seat and not on Evie or Redd’s lap. Everyone is in their seat, including Pryce whom Jude associated with the teachers desk so it’s weird to see him as a student. The Monsignor looks even more authoritative than Pryce; the man is intimidating, even Evie won’t look at him at the wrong way. But he is still gentle and soft when speaking.

“Now that all of my children are here,” the Monsignor greets everyone with a soft, gentle voice of an elder man. “Forgive me for the absence. Thank you for taking care of your brothers, Father Pryce. You have done a very good job, I know to trust you with the world.”

What. Jude’s face soured and even Evie is holding back a laugh. Salve snorts, “Is he kidding? You got killed here and Pryce watched as Satan f*cked you.”

“Don’t remind me,” Jude whispers to him as the Monsignor speaks:

“I am here to escort the alumnis in charge of our Jude and Glass… both who has the power of the Sheltering. Mmm,” The Monsignor smiled at Jude with evident wrinkles in the corner of his gentle eyes, “It is the most destructive vampire talent of all. You need a proper mentor, Father Jude. And Father Glass needs a proper caretaker. I hope you boys get along with them, too.”

That’s when everyone noticed two men leaning against either side of the doorway. The air changed and Glass can be heard cursing, as well as Evie looking disgusted. Leo is just avoiding the sight of them, to the point of covering his eyes shamefully.

The Monsignor says, “The Vatican has instructed me to bring the alumnis here to supervise Glass and Jude. They are familiar faces, I’m sure you will be delighted.”

The first man was a thin but tall Japanese Geisha? They were wearing a traditional red female Kimono, long sleeves, complete with a Geisha’s hairstyle only that half of it is long and down to their waist. Their face is painted white and his eyes look barely open because of the make up and the wide smile. But their voice is male, deep and playful.

“It’s good to be back, everyone. Carnation Valley has always been my home… ahh, my name is Kyushu, but everyone in this country calls me Archer. It is nice to meet the newborn and… hmm, I’ve never seen this one before.”

He was looking at the darkest man in the room—Redd, who came to the convent long after Archer had graduated.

The Monsignor tells him, “This is our medic, Redd. He came here two years ago. Pryce refused to give him a mentor, and instead guided the newborn with the Transparency by himself.”

Transparency: that may be Redd’s powers, it’s the first time Jude has heard of it. He never really uses it or shows it off.

“Oh! It’s nice that we have a new addition to the Help!” The second man was a pale brunette with striking blue eyes and a big, wide smile. He looked more ‘normal’ in a sense that he is wearing a vintage formal men’s suit complete with white linen or cotton shirt with a patterned waistcoat. Around his neck, he wears a wide silk cravat tied in an elegant knot. His coat is long, fitted through the waist, and flaring slightly toward the knees. He carries with him a gentleman’s wooden cane though he doesn’t have a limp.

“Hello, everyone! I’m delighted to be back! Ahh, I see that my favorite boy is here, hello Mr Glass!”

“Oh f*ck you, Elio…” Glass angrily rolled his eyes and tried to stand up and leave, but Pryce told him to Sit down in his head. “Ugh, Monsignor, why’d you choose him, of all alumnis?! And isn’t Archer a woman, too?”

“Taikomochi (male Geisha) is an art form, I am still male,” Archer corrects gracefully, still not revealing his hands under those kimono sleeves.

The Monsignor sighed, “Well, Chancy is dead and Voss is a danger to our Lucien. The Vatican is hunting the triplets, and Margiela is not allowed to live here because she turned into a woman. I am sure you two will get along well, Glass.”

Archer rolled his tongue suggestively, “Listen to the silver fox, Glass…”

Elio clapped his hands, “Indeed. The Asian concubine will handle the newborn and I will watch over Mr. Glass. My slaves always take good care of me so I shall return the favor.”

“I’m not a f*cking slave, f*ck you!” Glass couldn’t stand him and angrily stormed off, making Evie scoff and calmly follow him. Redd remained in the classroom, heavily judging Elio.

“Oh, I’m very happy that Mr Glass has a stronger black man to help around—when I was studying here, he was always exhausted while working outside, poor boy,” the man giggles.

Redd nods at him, “Watch your mouth, white man. I was born in the modern day, and my generation of black will beat up the KKK with great pleasure.”

“Oh my dear, I hate the KKK!” Elio exclaims, “I don’t believe that whites are the superior race, if we were then we wouldn’t have black people to do the hard work for us! You are stronger, more protected from the sun, that’s why you work the fields efficiently. Ahh, can you get me wine, please Sir Redd?”

Redd’s eye twitched while Pryce is holding down a laugh.

“I’ll get it,” Leo went up to avoid the uncomfortable tension, while Salve and Jude’s mouth hung open unable to decide whether to punch Elio in the mouth or agree with him.

“Elio has been suffering with dementia before he turned,” said Pryce, “He has short term memory; he can remember people, but not events or the passing of time. He still believes it’s the 1860’s.”

“It’s not?” Elio asked. Just then, Leo came back to hand him the wine. “Oh no thank you Leo, but I don’t drink during the day.”

“This dude is nuts,” Redd calls out, “He can’t watch Glass!”

“I am perfectly capable of monitoring our workers, young man. My family owned acres—”

Redd stood up, “If you keep your mouth running, you’re gonna be the one lynched here, El.”

Elio replied, “Nonsense, Sir Redd. We live in a very progressive time today, we don’t lynch without three warning letters and the torch mob. You’d have time to escape, yes, since you’re faster than us.”

Meanwhile, Archer walked towards Jude with the utmost gracefulness, and examined his features. From head to toe he looks like a female Geisha, and it’s freaking out Jude. “Hmm. This pretty little newborn couldn’t even control his eye color just yet, it’s adorable. I can smell two fresh scars on him.”

Leo raised an eyebrow, looking between Archer and Jude. His hands are tense, and Satan is going wild in his head as well as his thoughts. Pryce had to stare at him to ensure not to act erratically in front of the Monsignor.

“Don’t worry Father Jude, big brother Archer will help you.” Then the man in white turned his head like an owl towards the other new student, Redd. With a big smile he whispers, “And I’ll help you, too.”

“I’m already trained,” Redd begrudgingly sat on the chair.

“I can always teach an old dog new tricks, but you’re too young to be old…” he giggles in a demure manner, remaining polite while his moon-shaped eyes look like they’re up to no good.

After the meeting, Elio stressed out Redd so much that he can’t stay in the classroom. That guy made Glass so upset he walked out… they must have some history for G to react that way, right?

Redd was smoking a cigarette and he tapped the lighter against his head. No, no. Glass wouldn’t hook up with him. He’s a f*cking racist, Glass wouldn’t…

God, don’t make me jealous now.

Redd was looking outside the window when he spotted a certain growth in the garden that reminded him of Glass. Not the flowers, no. Glass is allergic to pollen. He stays near the lake and steams it so he can still be outside without itching from the flowers.

His eyes lit up as his cigarette burns down, and the big man decided to climb over the window and fall two storeys down, landing perfectly on his feet. He approached the brown spots standing out against the green, and knelt down to pick up the mushrooms.

“They’re poison,” a familiar voice said, but Redd only moved his eyes to confirm that Lucien is in a distance, watching him pick mushrooms.

I’m not supposed to talk to him. Redd decided to ignore him, until the blonde angel spoke again.

“Glass likes to eat them, right? But since he’s also allergic to flowers, he picks mushrooms because it makes him think he’s picking flowers,” Lucien said, making Redd turn his head towards him.

“Wh… how did you know that?” I’m not supposed to talk to him. Especially when his father is home.

“He scratches his nose a lot when he enters the garden, so he can’t smell flowers. But I see him pick the mushrooms all the time… he smells them,” Lucien smiles, “… then he puts it on his ear. I think Glass is just being silly. You should ask him about it.”

I’m not supposed to… Redd turned his head, knowing he really shouldn’t even be looking at Lucien.

“I think you should let him pick them up,” Lucien said, “It helps him feel normal. If you want to gift him something that won’t hurt him, I have nice and pretty rocks that I found in the lake!”

“No, uhm…” Redd stood up, towering over Lucien with his height. But his voice is soft, as to not scare the boy. “It’s alright, Lucy.”

Lucien smiled widely, because Redd usually ignores him. Today must be different! He has to find a way to be friends with him again. “You still like him?”

Redd sighed, unable to hide such feelings. “Yeah, I guess…”

“Haha, it’s funny how you wanted to leave because you liked him… then you stayed for him.”

“I stayed… because,” I’m scared of the outside world. I’m scared to go out without Glass holding me in place. “I’m not suited to the outside world. I became a nurse to help people, and I can’t risk hurting the people I vowed to help… I’m not normal anymore, Lucy. You know that.”

Redd’s voice is barely above a whisper, scared to be caught talking to a boy he’s not even supposed to look at.

“Does Glass help you feel normal?” Lucien took a step towards him, slowly inching to become friends again.

When Redd was a newborn, he was once severely punished for talking to a 15 year old Lucien, but the boy misses his friend and Redd admittedly feels sad about their separation.

“I shouldn’t be talking to you,” Redd slowly shakes his head, looking away. “You already have a new friend, anyway. You don’t need me.”

“You’re so silly, Redd. Friends aren’t lovers… I can have more than one.” He reached for Redd’s large hands, but the man pulled his hand away much to Lucien’s disappointment.

That’s the thing Lucy, you’re not even supposed to be having one.

Lucien sadly looks at the ground, but his mouth smiles to make it look like he’s happy anyway. “I’m sorry for getting you in trouble, Redd. But I’m still very happy that you’re talking to me, anyway.”

“I’m sorry, Lucy…” Redd barely whispered, not even wanting the flowers to hear him.

“I’ve seen you always being sad when Glass isn’t with you… so the least I can do is help you.”

“You don’t need to do anything, Lucy…”

“Ahh! Stay here!” Lucien instructs, “I have the perfect gift for Glass, and it’s not rocks!”

“Lucy—” the boy had ran off, and Redd was left alone. He wanted to walk away before he gets back, but that would be cruel. Evie perfectly ignores Lucien like he doesn’t exist, Glass offers smiles but nothing else, and Pryce doesn’t even let Lucien see him. Chef Leo is the only one allowed to go near Lucien for his food, but he also won’t spend more than 3 seconds with the boy because of the devil in his head.

Lucy only has Jude; and it’s only a matter of time before he gets punished to the point of Lucien getting abandoned again. Just like Redd did years ago…

“Redd wait for me! Redd—AHH!” Lucien ran after the taller man who has legs that could go double the speed, causing the 15 year old boy to trip on a root and fall to his knees.

“Lucy, c’mon! If Pryce catches us, I’m dead-er!” Redd rushed to him and decided to haul Lucien across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Wow, what has Leo been feeding you, ice cubes?”

“I’m not that light, you’re just strong!”

“And if you want to catch the f*ckin’ chicken, you better get strong too!” Redd ran with Lucien on his shoulder, and the boy only swung his legs up and down while his hand is against his cheek.

“That’s a bad word, you know. God doesn’t like swear words.”

“Shouldn’t have invented it, then,” Redd scoffed, putting Lucy down once the forest started looking like a field. “I don’t think the chicken’s here, Luce. We should go back.”

“No, no she’s in danger! There’s no chicken food in the wild! We have to find her!” Lucien started moving on Redd’s shoulders and it caused him to become out-balanced and trip, sending the two flying on the grass. But Redd grabbed Lucien in time to switch their positions and have the boy land on top of him instead of being crushed on the ground.

“Lucy, you dumb! Why’d you move, huh?!”

“You can’t chase the chicken with me on your back!”

“You can’t chase the chicken at all!”

“Yes, I can Redd!”

“Says who, your tiny *ss chicken legs—?!”

Presently, Redd smiled at the ground, cutting off the memory before he remembers what happened the second after that. Really, bad things happen when I talk to Lucien. I’m not… I’m not supposed to…

“Here!” Lucien ran to him carrying hydrangeas, freshly bloomed from the lake. Redd stared at him, bewildered. “This has no pollen. Hehe, Glass will love this!”

“They’re beautiful, Luce. But I… I shouldn’t…”

“Why not? You like him, don’t you? You give flowers to people you like… that’s how you make them smile. That’s how you made sad people happy.” Lucien looks absolutely supportive of Redd giving Glass flowers that would not hurt him.

So bigger man smiles at him for the first time since they separated, reaching out to ruffle the blonde boy’s hair. Lucien’s flowers did make Redd happy.

And yet, the Monsignor watches from the windows of the church, accompanied by the eccentrically dressed Geisha.

“You’re just gonna let a vampire touch him like that?” Archer softly says, “I didn’t know you’ve gotten soft.”

The Monsignor sighed, “As long as Lucy remains innocent… that is all that matters.”

“And if he gets tainted?” Archer questions, watching Redd leave the garden and Lucien to wave at him goodbye. “He’s going to turn 18… and he has eyes for your newborn. I don’t blame him, Jude Creston got your vampires breaking the rules for him. Lucien falling from heaven is bound to happen.”

“The day he turns 18 will be the day of the harvest. We shall not let a second pass…” the Monsignor turns away, “Tell Pryce to reprimand Redd for speaking to Lucien.”

“I’ll do it,” Archer cheerfully volunteered.

“Your job is to mentor Jude Creston,” the Monsignor strictly says, “Tell Pryce to take care of Redd.”

As the Monsignor exits the church, the Geisha remained looking at the garden with a malicious smirk, “Yes, Father… we’ll take care of the Daddy.”

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