Chapter 3
Two Days Earlier
I wasn’t always like this, you know.
I wasn’t always so… hungry.
But now I am.
And the thing is, with hunger comes big ambition. At least, that’s what the corporate bastards say. The Bible would tell us not to thirst for more, not to covet the world.
And I don’t covet, not really.
No, what I desire from the world is much, much different. I want to make this world a better place.
I want to purify it.
And sometimes rooting out evil means getting your hands dirty.
Lifting my fingers coated in blood, I survey my newest masterpiece. I didn’t bother wearing gloves as I chopped her up; no one will find her.
Slicking my hand through the gore, the grime, I smile to myself. She didn’t take long to break apart, didn’t take long to slice into pieces. I prefer it that way, of course.
Anything to make my job easier.
Yet I can’t deny the arousal growing in my pants, the hardness that comes from loving thy neighbor. And I do love thy neighbor, even if some disagree with my methods of purification.
My love is just… holier. Better.
She was a sinner. Worked in a brothel, which made my job all that much easier. All I had to do was lure her out to my place for a ‘private’ service.
And, well, you can guess where that went.
I love my sinful neighbors just enough to provide them with what they require. A choice.
Join me in my plight to follow the Lord, or perish.
I don’t think I’m asking for too much, honestly. Yet I stand from the pool of blood before me, my knees drenched and my fingers coated and caked in red.
Those boys had no clue what the truth was. Their minds weren’t as… developed as mine.
They thought being a priest meant simply following God’s word and sharing the story of Jesus Christ. I beg to differ; I think the Lord demands a far greater sacrifice. Either join, or perish.
Wiping my blade against my already soiled pants, I release my hardness and begin stroking.
Just seeing all the flesh exposed before me…
I can’t help myself.
As I mount the corpse, digging my cock into her pretty little pussy that I’ve sliced and cut up to her uterus with my jagged knife, I thrust into the blood and flesh that beckons me.
We all have our vices…
For God says to love thy neighbor as we love him. And I know I’m loving as good as I can. This is love, this is desire. This is worship.
And by killing the sinners who refuse my offer, I know I’m following his will.
For the Lord decrees, “But as for these enemies of mine, who did not want me to reign over them, bring them here and slaughter them before me.” Luke 19:27.
And so, I do. One could argue I take it too far, of course, but I digress. Each Father offers his own preachings.
Still, I yearn for someone who would rule this world at my side. This new world where we fight for what’s right, what’s good, what’s holy and pure.
Maybe that’s why I only take out the Lord’s judgment on women. Because I hope one of them will join me.
And one day… perhaps one will.
I sigh as my release squirts out over the woman before me, her body ice-cold and lifeless. My warmth spreads over her stomach, now a mess of jagged lines and deep cuts into tissue that will never mend.
“And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.” 1 Corinthians 10:13.
That’s exactly why I don’t fuck the girls until they’re dead. Because to be absent from the body is to pass over to Judgement. These sinners are gone, and all that remains is a beautiful husk that I have no problem pleasing myself with.
She was a pretty thing once. Red hair, tan skin. But that skin has now turned ashen, and her hair is a tangled mess as I pick up the pieces of her corpse and squeeze, assessing my work one by one. Twelve chunks of flesh, one for every apostle.
Another for the dirt outside. Living in the middle of nowhere has its perks for the new world.
Yet it saddens me that this one perished. That yet another has denied my offer to freedom, to salvation. Jesus wanted us to spread the word, and that’s what I’m doing to the best of my ability. I just don’t understand why others are so… against this life.
My rules are simple. Pure.
Love thy neighbor, and what better way to do that than to bring them into the flock? To worship their body after their sacrifice if they deny God?
Give unto the Lord. We all should provide the Lord our God a blood offering, as it was decreed, “Indeed, under the law almost everything is purified with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.” Hebrews 9:22.
Follow the law. “Everyone who makes a practice of sinning also practices lawlessness; sin is lawlessness.” 1 John 3:4. Simply put, all law of the Bible must be adhered to. Because to disregard the law is to live in sin. And to live in sin is to deserve Judgement.
Be sanctified in your blood covenant to God. “Therefore, if anyone cleanses himself from what is dishonorable, he will be a vessel for honorable use, set apart as holy, useful to the master of the house, ready for every good work.” 2 Timothy 2:21. We are holy because we have rid ourselves of our sinful ways. It’s right there in the text!
The Word becomes flesh. I am the flesh. I will make this world new, just like Jesus Christ sought to do. He did not come to bring peace, but a sword.
The room around me is deadly quiet, absent of the screams from my earlier torture of the sinner lying mangled at my feet. Stone walls encase stone floors with a white tarp stretching the length of the room to catch any… stray pieces. Blood soaks my boots, and I roll my eyes.
Just another day.
I walk over to the staircase that leads aboveground, plopping off the boots at the bottom step and heading to the first floor of my ‘workspace’.
It was once a house. A simple thing with wooden walls and flooring in the middle of the mountains. Now, it’s where I carry out my work.
I’ve expanded the yard to hold cattle, sheep, and chickens. I even have a dog that follows me everywhere when I’m not conducting business. A cute little pitbull-labrador mix.
To outsiders, this place would look normal, but I have a vision. And there’s no way I won’t carry out the work of the Lord.
Not after He spoke to me personally.
But more on that later. For now, I go to my ‘day job’. Putting on new shoes after changing into a tux jacket and slacks, I pat my dog goodbye, grab my Bible from the stand by the door, and head for my Mercedes. I may have left the priesthood, but that doesn’t mean I don’t carry the Word wherever I go. Including the office.
Traffic picks up as I near South Philadelphia. Weaving in and out of cars, I try to shove away the frustration that comes with the morning rush. The crisp, chilly air is biting through my open driver’s side window, and I roll it back up. Lining the streets are two- and three-story homes and shops that beckon those eager to escape the chill inside. Butchers, bakers, boutiques.
No longer an official ‘priest’, I now handle money coming in and out of one of the richest and most profitable companies in Philadelphia: J.J. Cunnings her room is a dark escape with specimens everywhere you look, on shelves coupled with greenery and other macabre-looking décor.
It gave me hope that she might be different. That she might understand why I worked in the shadows, why I killed and had such a fixation on the dead.
But I had to focus. And focus I did.
She had a potential lover from the strip club she worked at, Jinxed. Someone she was trying to avoid. It’s funny what hacking someone’s phone can do when they leave it lying around their house.
Oh yes, I’ve been there a few times now. I’ve seen her sick sister, and if I take Amy Dean, then I’ll likely be providing for her financially. It’s no matter; it’s the right thing to do.
But this mystery guy always walked her home a few blocks down from work. At least every other day. He probably would today, as well, despite her trying to avoid him.
No. No, that wouldn’t do. Not at all.
Something about seeing him fawn over her, about seeing him lust after her, drove me up the wall. Rage boiled inside me when his hand caressed her sweet, beautiful face.
Was this jealousy? Was this coveting, as the Lord mentioned in his holy book?
No, I decided. He had to go. He couldn’t be another obstacle in the way of converting a potential sinner and having them join my flock.
I’d been watching Amy for a while now, and that meant I knew her patterns, her routine. It proved no problem following her and this fucker from Jinxed the following night. What surprised me was when she brought him to an alleyway near her home.
Making out with clients? That was new. And it only pissed me off even more.
I was supposed to be saving her from this life. How was I meant to achieve that if she started sleeping with clients?
I had to step in before it was too late.
When my blade sliced his neck, sending blood spewing from the wound and his eyes gloriously rolling back in his head, I couldn’t help my smirk. Sinners always were so easy to send to the Lord for Judgement. He didn’t even see it coming, too focused on getting his dick wet.
And the girl… This close, she was divine. My sweet little lamb would learn to obey. She would learn the true way of God. She would be my wife . I just knew it.
So I took her. Just like I did the others.
She slept soundly after the chloroform to her mouth knocked her out. I almost came just from looking at her sleeping body; the resemblance to a corpse was… Mm. I can’t help what I’m used to.
I carried her to my car under the darkness of night, telling any I passed who expressed concern that she was merely drunk. Wasn’t hard considering the area of Philly we were in.
And then we were off.
Home sweet home.
When she awoke, when I truly held a conversation with her, I was delighted to learn she was willing to join me.
And I refused to let her down as I showed her the way of Jesus Christ in the flesh.