Devil's Angel, Part 4
mc; Mb; Mdom; oral; anal; inc
I gave birth to a boy. He looked human and did not have horns or hooves. The only defect he had was a birth mark behind his ear that looked like 666. I smiled since I was now a mom to a lovely healthy boy. Granny was crying not just because she was a murderer, but also because she said I lost too much blood.
I was happy, but ever so tired. I wanted to sleep, even though Granny kept saying not to fall asleep. I couldn’t help her. I closed my eyes and heard my son crying before. I saw my mother in a white light. I took her hand and left my body.
Everything went black.
Death was not fun. The ports of hell were closed. The devil said I doubted him too much. God did not want me, as I was impure and let’s face it, I did lots of bad things. So I spent years around my grandparents’ old house. Grandfather died and he was now allowed to go to hell, which was a bit ironic after he spent a life time praying. Grandma took care of my baby son, and I followed his childhood. I saw his first steps, his first words, how he played. He was not evil like me. Grandma loved him and he was the sweetest boy. His name was Luke.
Satan kept on telling me to corrupt him. However I wanted him to be good. Once again I doubted.
He never saw me. How could he see a spirit? One day when he was 12, he was feeding the chickens and he looked straight in my eyes and asked who I was. I nearly fell in shock and quietly said I was his mother. He looked at me and said he thought I would have horns. I laughed at his innocence and was thrilled that he was not afraid of me. I mean, a ghost suddenly appearing would give many people a heart attack. We talked about his life and I was delighted that overall he was a happy boy that was protected and cared for. I could see that he had a good heart. It was only when he asked me who his dad was that I started to panic. Who was I to tell him that his dad was Satan himself? I told him it’s not that important. He had teary eyes and he said that he heard the devil was his dad and this meant he was God’s enemy. I told him he had a pure heart and God loves those with good hearts. I wanted to warn him to stay on God’s side, as I remembered how many lives I ruined. He told me I was disappearing and he could no longer hear me.
I was delighted I finally was able to speak with him, however there was so much I wanted to say to him. I continued to follow him in his life
He must have been worried about having the devil as a dad, because he went to see a priest. Luke was dressed in a white tracksuit when he visited the priest. He sat down and told the priest he wanted to be an altar boy because his mom and dad were very evil and he wanted to serve God and be holy. I remembered when I was younger than my son, that I accepted being the devil’s toy servant without a fight. I was so proud of Luke for trying to be good. The priest started to sweat and told Luke that he would have to try on a robe to see if it fits. I sighed as Luke took off his clothes and stood there in briefs. The priest just looked at Luke and asked if he ever jerked off. Luke went red and did not answer. The priest then started fondling my innocent son despite Luke telling him to stop. The priest said he saw it poking out and said that sometimes it helped when another person helped your dick calm down. Luke whispered that he didn’t want to and he was not gay. The priest continued molesting my son’s dick and the feelings must have taken over, since Luke was protesting less and less.
Luke’s feelings of pleasure took over as the priest was masturbating him. I wanted to stop it, but I was powerless. Luke had his eyes closed so at least his body was enjoying it. This was not good enough for the priest. He lowered his trousers and showed Luke his big cock. The dirty priest told Luke to give him a blowjob. Luke did not like this and said he is not gay. The priest lost patience and asked if he wanted to be an altar boy or not. I was hoping Luke would run out, but he slowly went on his knees and with tears in his eyes, he slowly put the cock in his mouth and started to suck the priest. Luke did not look like he liked it and it was like he was wanted to vomit. I remembered all the times I sucked men. The difference was I seduced them under a devil’s spell. My son’s cheeks were full of tears as the priest cummed in his mouth, warning Luke to swallow next time.
Later on, I found Luke on his bed. He was crying with his head buried in the pillow. When Grandmother came in and asked if he wanted to pray with her, she was shocked. All the crosses on his walls were taken down and the poster of Jesus was torn up. Luke shouted that he did not want to pray. Granny was lost for words and wanted to give her great-grandson a hug, but the torn poster of Jesus also hurt her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him that God loves him, and quietly left.
This made Luke very upset. He stood up, and in a fit of anger and tears, he destroyed his bedroom. He shouted, asking where was God when one of his priests molested him and making him into a cocksucker. He thought that priests were supposed to work for God, and protect his followers. They should not corrupt small boys. Then it hit me! Luke was not just mad that the priest abused him, he was mad that his body liked it. He remembered the feeling of being masturbated and it was a nice feeling. Even when he had a cock in his mouth, some part of him was saying that it was nice. He knew he was very cute, and he wondered if it was him that corrupted the priest.
Guilt and shame!
He was worn out sitting on the bed, and I sat next to him. At first he could not feel my hug, but then suddenly he could feel it and see me. He put his head on my shoulder and I felt so conflicted. I served Satan and even though he controlled my brain, I enjoyed it. I was puzzled as to what to say. I told him that not everyone is bad. I begged him to remember his innocence and forgive the bad priest. He was not acting on behalf of God. Luke looked at me and said he is like me: he liked giving blow jobs and he knew he shouldn’t like it. He was cute and this seduced the priest.
He was depressed the next few days, and so was I. While Luke was confused and mad over being molested, I was also in the dumps. I felt sorry for Luke and did not know what to do. To make things worse, my real dad that was a priest that had sex with my mom, never cared about her when she had me, and was now elected as the pope. I wanted everyone to shout out loud that the new pope molested a girl and had a daughter and now a grandson.
An older woman came by the farm one day. It was the journalist that used to write about me. She drank some coffee with my granny; hoping Granny would give a comment about my dad now that he was the pope. Granny just said it is God’s will. I sighed.
The journalist spoke with Luke. He was interested in hearing about me. So he got the story that I was the devil’s whore and seduced many men. She told him about how I killed my own mom and then destroyed several people’s lives. Then she told him how I had a relationship with the dog in the kennel. I was listening to this and hoping she would stop as it was too much information. She took him to the kennel that was now overgrown with weeds and looked like a jungle. Luke went in and just looked around it as the journalist told him that this was where he was born. I suddenly had an image in my head of the devil fucking me and telling the journalist to make sure everyone knows what she has seen.
Luke quietly asked if the devil was his father. Then the wall lit up and the old drawing I had done of Satan appeared. Old feelings that he was my master came back. Since I died, I have been split between God and my master. I could see that Luke was talking with the drawing. It would be interesting if Luke was strong enough to say no to Satan. I knew I was not. I knew my attempt to make peace with God was for nothing. I gave my soul long ago to Satan and as much as I fought it, I could not go back on my promise. The drawing of the devil looked at me and said, “You always fought. You belonged to me and disappointed me. It is too late. You finally understand. I will tell you, your son… our son will not disappoint me.”
Luke was in a daze the next few days once he realized he was the son of the devil himself, and people have been dreading his birth for thousands of years. I could see him slowly accepting his fate. I could have persuaded him to pick God, but I have been in a conflict all my life. I did not want Luke to be as confused as I was. I did not want him to be tormented, and at the end, to disappoint the master. Luke’s mind was slowly turning black. He drew Satan on a wall in his room and spoke to his dad quite often. Every time he spoke to Satan, he became more and more in a daze. It was obvious that Satan was putting my son under a trance, and controlling my son’s mind. I could see the childish side of Luke vanish, as well as his curiosity and love for life. It was like he was now in a daze.
I knew I lost my son when I heard him say to Satan that he was Satan’s son, and he would not fail.
Luke went to the church again which was quite a surprise for the priest. Luke knew what was going to happen, but looked very shy and asked the priest if he really wanted to abuse him. I nearly wanted to laugh. First Luke should have gotten an Oscar for acting so innocent and secondly he was reminding the priest that he was about to abuse him, which of course was a sin. The priest took him to his room and stripped my son and then got naked like himself. Luke then put the priest’s dick in his mouth and this time he sucked it without crying. As the cock was going in and out, I could hear the priest moaning in pleasure, but I could also see the emptiness in my son’s eyes. Was this what I looked like?
The priest then told him it was enough and told him to lie on the bed. After lubing Luke and poking his cock at the virgin hole a few times, he plunged his cock in my son. I could see the pain in my son’s face; he never had something so big in him. I held his hand whispering that it would be okay, and the pain would soon go and he would feel good. Luke must have felt my hand since he squeezed it. The priest was calling Luke a faggot and a slut, saying not many boys would come just to be fucked. I smiled, thinking the priest was not using Luke, it was Luke using the priest to do the will of his dad. The moaning and groaning finished when the priest filled the boy with his baby juice.
Luke boasted to his father that night what he done and he smiled as Satan was pleased.
The next day, Luke went back and the priest wanted him to pose for some pictures. The poses consisted of Luke undressing and posing in every possible way, so every angle of his naked body could be seen. The pictures were very erotic. My son looked sexy crawling around on the bed naked with his small dick both hard and small.
In the next few weeks, the priest had sex with Luke every day. They were secret lovers. I had to accept that my son loved to service cock, and that he was gay. He did not want to question his master’s plan, like I had done so many times. I was afraid that Luke would fall in love with the priest, and I remembered the devil was not happy when I corrupted just one person. Luke was often in a trance and I wondered if he had feelings at all, except for the feelings of obeying his dad and making him happy.
A month later, Luke said goodbye to his great grandmother, and said he would not be returning. He had lots of work to do. She was in tears and I was confused. What was he up to?
He was strange again when he met the priest and said that he was happy that the priest did his job in teaching him about dicks and satisfying perverts. Luke said today he would be moving on. The priest looked confused.
The bishop came. He had seen some of the pictures of Luke. He wanted to meet the sexy boy in the pictures. After what the priest heard from Luke, he was reluctant to show the bishop his new sex toy. However he did, after lots of hesitation. Luke was dressed in a belly top and denim shorts with knee socks. He looked like a sissy, but it impressed the bishop. The man said he got hard seeing the pictures, but now his cock was bursting to new lengths.
Luke went to the bishop and buried his head under his robe. The bishop started moaning and was in a place very few men go. He opened his robe and I could see the now familiar sight of a cock in my son’s mouth. The bishop had his hands on the back of my son’s head and was pushing his mouth in. At last my son kissed the head of the cock 3 times and stood on his feet. He told the bishop that he loved the cocks of holy men. He sat down on the bishop’s cock and let out a sound of pleasure as it sunk in his boy pussy. The two of them enjoyed each other while the poor priest just looked on. It ended when my son’s boy pussy was full of cum.
The bishop was saying thanks to the priest for using his boy, but my son interrupted, saying he had a message from his father. “The church has so many lawsuits because they have molested boys that they are now nearly bankrupt. Why not have a group of faggot boy whores, who earn money for the church, to help pay for the lawsuits?”
The bishop smiled, seeing an evil poetic justice in this, and asked if his dad wanted him to be one of those whores. Luke nodded, saying he will not be going home. The priest started saying the whole idea was evil and sounded like Satan’s temptation. He asked Luke if he would not be happier staying with him. I felt sorry for the priest. He was in love with my son. But he done his bit and the bishop said he would be taking Luke back to the bishop’s palace.
So my son was now a whore for the church and satisfied several men every day. I lost count of how many men he corrupted, and I did not fight it, since he was not confused like I was when I was the devil’s whore. I tried to see if I could find the real Luke behind those dazed cock-hungry eyes, but I could not. I also wondered was he happy with a life that consisted of pleasing cocks all the time.
The money rolled in and the bishop was very happy. This was also because he used my son as a sex toy every night. I noticed that my son did not start puberty. Was this a gift from the devil? After the bishop was pleasured by Luke, Luke would talk about his father. It did not take the bishop long to understand that Satan was his dad. At first this scared him, thanks to all the horror films he had seen. Then he became interested in what Luke said. He had to agree that guilt was a major tool the church and God used to control his flock. Where was free will when you had guilt, and most importantly, where was the fun? The point was that the bishop whored Luke out to get rich, and then used him as a sex toy, and as a price he believed more and more in the devil.
This ended when one day the bishop took a sledgehammer and destroyed all the statues in his cathedral and replacing them with statues of Satan and other demons. He turned the statue upside down. This of course made the news and embarrassed the Vatican.
The bishop told Luke that he was being summoned to the Vatican, and the pope wanted to see them both.
A few days later, I was in the pope’s office. I recognised him as the priest who had sex with my mom and forgot her. I recognised him from when he saw me pregnant and wanted to kill me. Now the bishop and my son were standing before him. He was hearing what the bishop had done with my son and finally giving his soul and cathedral to Satan
The pope sent the bishop to some secret refuge place where he could repent. This was, in other words, a prison.
As for Luke, the pope said he could live in his quarters. He would take care of my son. His advisors were saying this was a bad idea as it could get bad press. The pope said it was his decision. Luke was corrupted by the church and used as a whore. Luke needed to see the true Catholic Church. I wondered if he knew Luke was his grandson. Could he see my mother in the boy’s face?
It went well for a few days. Then the pope came into Luke’s bedroom and said he could not sleep because of his erection and he was tired of the prostitutes in Rome that could go to the press at any time. This was his excuse to plough my son with his papal cock. I could see that they were both in pleasure land. Even Luke's dazed eyes were smiling. The pope finally put his seed in Luke. I could hear it raining outside. The angels were crying.
The pope and Luke were now in an incestuous relationship and had sex several times a day, which I thought was amazing for the aging pope. Luke would also tell the pope about his father, and over time, the pope was beginning to agree with Luke more and more.
I noticed the woman who was the journalist throughout my life, and now Luke’s life, was at the Vatican. I wondered why. The answer came when she wrote an article that Luke was now living with the pope. She wrote in the article everything that you have read until now. So when people were finished, they knew about the pope molesting my mother, my birth and my life as a whore and the person who murdered my own mother. They read that Luke was the son of the devil. They also knew Luke and the pope were having sex. Not only was the pope having sex with a young boy, but also his grandson.
The church was falling apart and everyone was asking the pope to retire. He refused.
He went out to the people praying for the church. Everyone started booing at him and I could see so much hatred. I must admit the pope had courage as he stood and started to speak. When he spoke, everyone became quiet.
“You have read what is happening in the Vatican and especially the fact that this young boy standing next to me is not only my grandson but also the child of Lucifer. You have heard that he is my sex toy. I see your faces... If it’s true, you want me to resign, and most of you want me to say it’s not true. I can only tell you it’s true, and I will not resign.
“Christianity is the false claim that has done far more harm than good in the world, and caused wars. In reality nearly all wars down through history have been religious wars.
“Satanism is about yourself, and Christianity is about pretending a crazy god is real.
“I'll pass on both and go with humanism, where you care about everyone, including yourself.
“It is now the church needs to reform. For thousands of years, we have taught life is full of sin, and we should feel guilty because we are all evil. We are not evil! God is evil for making us believe that we are.
“We should believe in the pursuit of knowledge and freedom of will. We should believe that the only evil is when we hurt someone. We should live our life in joy and happiness. It is okay to think about yourself. It is okay not to be afraid of God’s endless wrath and not approve of his revenge.
“The pope is known for having no sin. So how can my incest be wrong? I think we have been following a weak God for centuries who has given us nothing but unhappiness, wars, famines and catastrophes.
“I have given my heart to Satan. He is not evil. He wants me to be happy and not live in guilt. It’s about time we all do the same.”
There you have it, the day the Vatican denounced God and worshipped Satan. Of course not everyone agreed, which lead to a world war.
But that’s another story.
