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Since Jason crawled out of hell, he has done nothing but unleash chaos in every city he goes to. He devastates everything in his way, he murders, steals, fucks, drinks, for him, the earth is his depravity fair.
He likes to play with mortals, those insignificant beings full of misery and apprehension that he uses as a passing amusement. He finds one, destroys it and searches for the next, some are entertaining enough to let them live, but those that bore him quickly, well, the agony they receive before perishing certainly isn't slow. It's so much fun to watch their rotting souls escape from those wretched human bodies. It's fascinating to know that that last glimmer of life will go straight to the darkest reaches of the underworld just because they are stained by the claws of a spawn like him.
Not even God could look at the poor scrap of wreckage left of every person that passes through Jason's hands. Satisfying his needs comes first, he never thinks of the poor soul he is damning.
How could he care?
Lack of empathy is one of his greatest traits, one he is grateful for, for it was that human flaw that led him to the fires of Tartarus in his other life as a mortal in the first place. Just remembering those miserable days made him nauseous, but mostly angry. So weak, so sensitive, so human.
However, that is no longer a problem, he lost all trace of humanity when he gave in to the uninhibited pleasures offered to him down there. Now he just enjoys, whether it's a good fuck or watching the insides of a still-consenting being spill out. His party of profligacy goes where he is, the officers of the law already have him identified, but it is so embarrassing to see their poor efforts to catch him, he might even give them some grief, but his cruelty won't let him, he just laughs at the men's expense. As if they could ever apprehend him, he is a dark being, out of the same apocalyptic fire that surrounds Lucifer! They would never stand a chance against him.
So without taking any notice of all those who pursue him, he simply laughs and continues leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, some motile, some satiated by the incredible carnal pleasures he provided to his countless victims. Not everything was blood, the gray eyed also liked to have fun in a not so violent way; sex was spectacular, one of the few human things worthwhile. Bodies dancing in a sensual beat as they shared the delight of lust, the mingled fluids, the flushed cheeks, the thin layers of sweat; yes, bleeding and wounded bodies were exquisite to look at, but a body during and after fornication was simply a different sight, so delicious, something that in his past had been lost. The most attractive part of the situation was when he managed to corrupt someone who refused those joys of another's body. There were so many virgins he had soiled, so many straight men he had induced to sodomy, he was proud of his work.
However, things changed when he arrived in that small godforsaken town. There wasn't as much prey as he would like, but it was a good place to hang out, after all, just because he was a demon didn't mean he didn't get tired. He settled on his latest victim's house as it decomposed in the basement. He'd bring a couple of unwilling idiots with whom he'd amuse himself for hours and then get bored. He had always liked the big cities better, there he could find toys of all kinds, but he had to stay hidden for a while, while all the filthy mortals calmed down and left him alone, it was funny to see how they tried to get him for his "crimes", but it was already annoying that they were everywhere.
Of course he soon found his new fascination, the irony of it all was that he was a priest, a holy man, something forbidden. The guy under the robe with the kindly countenance was tasty to anyone's eyes, tall, with tremendously beautiful blue eyes, perfectly trimmed blond hair and a bushy, but well-groomed mustache. It was an aberration that someone so dazzling would save himself for the almighty up there.
Jason didn't really know what he wanted to do with such a specimen, he wanted to open him up and see if he was as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside, at the same time he intended to play with him for a while, make him commit all sorts of sins, drive him to lust in the crudest way possible. Damn, he wanted everything with the preacher of the church of the Holy Spirit. So he began to visit the place regularly, contrary to what everyone thought, parishes were not holy places free of demons, no, it was as filthy a ground as any place of iniquity on earth, not even their silver crosses or figures of saints could scare him away. Every Sunday he went to afternoon mass, he paid no attention to the usual insipid sermons, he only paid attention to the sizzling parish priest, he imagined all kinds of exciting scenarios he could recreate with that specimen. They had exchanged a couple of glances, the curly-haired man even dared to smile cheekily at the poor man who only averted his eyes, embarrassed.
Of course, Pastor James had noticed the presence of that man with light eyes, but dark intentions, everything about him screamed sin and evil, but even so he didn't pay much attention the first time he appeared in the church. Obviously, with his continuous appearance on Sundays, the blond allowed himself a deeper study of the individual, he was clearly not from the area, he knew all his parishioners and he was sure he would remember a face like the one that man possessed, he was beautiful, to say the least, but at the same time, he radiated an aura of danger and he didn't know if that was what attracted him more to the brown man. Usually, at the end of each Eucharist, he tried to come down from the altar to share a few words with the people who had not yet left, and although he always tried to approach the mysterious stranger, he was nowhere to be found.
It was strange this desire to approach the guy, but in his mind he called it simple curiosity.
It took several Sundays of only seeing the stranger in the pews of the temple, until he finally got lucky, he managed to find the gray-eyed at the doors of the parish, he was leaning against the wall with a white shirt so thin that you could see his pale skin underneath, a tremendously tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. James swallowed saliva, he couldn't have that kind of intrusive and immoral thoughts, he put on his kindest smile and walked over.
"I've seen you these past few Sundays, I guess you're new in town. I'm Pastor James" He extended his hand for a formal and polite greeting.
The demon smiled sideways, in the most predatory way, he raised one of his eyebrows and blinked innocently.
"It's a pleasure James, you may call me Jason, though excuse me if I ask, are you always so attentive to new believers?"
"Well, I like to keep people involved, no sheep of the flock should be neglected" he chuckled, a little banter always helped him break the ice.
"Kind and funny too, I'm sure the women appreciate it James and although it was good talking to you, I should be going, we'll be seeing you father."
With that, he gave a final smile and a wink to the priest in question, then left. The last gesture left the poor man a little shy, he pushed out the impure thoughts left by Jason with his introduction and left for his office. He was used to the mild advances of some of the older women in the congregation, but the brazenness with which that young man addressed him simply had him hot under the collar.
Sundays continued with Jason being irreverent in the last chairs of the house of God. He bit his lips and ran his hands suggestively over his body as the prayers were conducted by a very anxious James, his words constantly stumbling, but he tried to recover by focusing his attention on holy scripture. If some people noticed the pastor's nerves, they said nothing. It had been the same for several weekends, after Sunday mass, the poor blond would have to take icy showers to quell his desire. Meanwhile, the hell spawn couldn't get over his bliss, teasing the horny pastor was his favorite part of the week, aside from the few toys he tortured to exhaustion, making a good man get an erection in front of his deer, was the only thing that kept him distracted.
He wanted to take things to another level, he wanted to break the human, so he decided it was time to confess to all the evil he had committed. Not that he regretted it, but it would be a way to push James over the edge.
Breaking his routine, he went to the temple on a Tuesday afternoon. There were few people by the confessional, just three individuals who came and went quickly, ha, what sins could these good-for-nothings have, with their lives so dull and monotonous. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and entered the small booth taking a seat.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned" spoke the demon lowering the pitch of his voice and almost moaning the prayer in the process, seducing the ear of the man on the other side of the booth.
The cleric recognized the voice even though it was deeper, he closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, he could do this, he was just another guy.
"In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit. Amen. God, who has enlightened our hearts, grant you a true knowledge of your sins and give you his mercy."
"Oh father, it's been so long since my last confession. I have done so many things, hum, I am so sunk in lust, all I think about is sex. Father, I'm damned" his voice was slow, full of pretense. A play of sounds to lead the blond down the road to perdition.
Everything that came out of those pink lips was so improper, James should not feel this way, so hot for every syllable of that boy. But it was almost impossible, images of the chestnut biting his lips, sliding his hands to tease him, it was all wrong in his mind.
"It's all right, my son. The enemy tries to play with us to confuse us, there will always be a temptation in front of us, nevertheless, we can fight it. Ask our Lord to give you resistance to evil. Now, as penance, you will pray three Our Fathers."
Jason wanted to laugh, he could hear how Pastor James' voice was wavering, surely his face was a spitting image of self-control. It was clear he had managed to unsettle the guy, he smelled his growing excitement and his heart was so agitated. After finishing his penance, he left the small cubicle without a word, he was satisfied with his game so far.
***
With one hand resting on the wet tile of the shower, was the pleasant priest stroking his length fiercely. He felt so dirty thinking about the brown-haired young man as he provided some relief to his angry erection.Every word replayed in his mind, he could only imagine what Jason's lips would look like wrapped around his cock, the crystal gray eyes watching him with false innocence as he swallowed his member, drool and cum mixed together dripping down his chin and neck. The image was enough to make the blue-eyed man finish all over the bathroom wall with a loud groan that made his cheekbones turn red, he was shaken and disoriented by the force of his orgasm, of course as soon as he recovered guilt and self-loathing suddenly flooded him.
What was he doing, was this a test, was this the devil putting temptation in front of him?
He could not fall so easily, his faith was immense. He was on the side of the Lord Almighty, he was not going to be defeated by evil. He raised his eyes, in a silent whisper he asked the savior for forgiveness for his weakness and promised himself to be stronger in the face of the provocation of that young man disguised as an angel, but who was clearly a devil inside.
***
Sundays were never the same for James. With all his might, he tried to ignore the brown-haired boy in the last pew, lately he did it successfully, he just watched him come in and settle in, that was all, the rest of the mass he concentrated on giving God's message, he educated his followers with love and patience to follow the path of faith and righteousness.
Jason was not happy, it boiled his blood to realize that the blond was ignoring him. But it was okay, he had a plan in mind, if being among humans had taught him anything, it was that controlling his dreams was more than simple. He didn't do it very often, but invading the subconscious of any individual was completely easy.
His plan would be carried out that night, he had to be by the bluish-eyed man's side when he got inside his head.
Poor, ignorant Pastor Hetfield, he didn't know what awaited him.
In the night, intending to rest, James got ready for bed, said his nightly prayer and settled down to sleep. It didn't take him long to fall asleep and that's when the gray-eyed came in, studied the simple decor and entered the man's room, took a seat on the bed and concentrated all his energy to access the guy's memory. Images began to appear between dreams, at first only flashes and details of pink lips, pale hands, devilish smiles. The priest stirred a little restlessly in his bed, but didn't wake up.
"Come on James, faster" gasped the person above him, he couldn't quite focus who it was, but he had a vague idea. His hands were on the narrow waist of a body with a smooth white complexion, soft to the touch. He could feel his pelvis thrusting upwards rhythmically, his breathing was agitated, pleasure flooded all his senses, he was hot all over and every time the person on top of him moved his hips in circles, an electric current ran down his spine giving him chills.
At last his eyes managed to identify the body riding him. It was Jason, of course, who else but the very man he couldn't get out of his thoughts. He looked all debauched on him, panting and moaning every time he sank down on his cock, his long hair bounced with every thrust and his mouth opened in choked cries, he could feel his thighs trembling from the effort, his delicate hands were resting on his chest for momentum. The very image brought him to the brink, he hadn't felt this way since he was 16, before he entered the archdiocese to take his vows of celibacy.
"James, touch me, mark me, please" His balls slapped violently against the chestnut's firm ass as he rammed hard inside him, he was nowhere near his climax and from how the steady thrusts of the young man's hips had stuttered, he could tell he was about to cum too. With one swift movement, he grabbed the boy's hips and flipped him onto his back on the bed, lying on top of him. He put more force into his thrusts as the other writhed in pleasure underneath, thrusting harder a couple more times until he felt himself spilling inside Jason who at the same time finished on his abs, leaving white lines of his semen. He collapsed on top of his lover and took a deep breath to catch his lost air.
"Damn it father, you must fuck me again."
He opened his eyes and sat up in his bed in agitation, it had been a dream, but all the sensations were so real. He felt the front of his pants damp, he lifted the sheets and saw the mess that was his clothes, he was all sweaty and stained from his own cum, excellent, he thought, he ejaculated in his sleep like a teenager and with nothing less than the image of the silver eyed one, riding him. He sighed tiredly and ran his hand over his face, he had to take a shower to clean himself and his impurity.
At that, Jason watched him from the window, hidden from view. He was satiated with how James responded to the visual stimuli he provided, watching him writhe in pleasure was definitely worth it, although he admitted it took him by surprise that the priest came in his pants. He must have been really sexually frustrated if a simple dream brought him to the brink of climax, but it was an exquisite sight for his eyes.
***
Hetfield was so mortified, he felt bad about himself, as if the shame of that dream could be seen by anyone. However, he had things to do, so he forced himself to get on with his life despite the impure thoughts that came into his head on a regular basis. He was not focused, and of course his prayers and preaching let him see it, all week long he had people approaching him with genuine concern to see if he was okay. His answer was always the same "yes".
What else could he say, he knew his disciples didn't believe him, but they never pressed and just left wishing him a speedy improvement, how could he get better, if he didn't really know what he was up against? He was sure that he was a good man, always faithful to God and to his mandate.
Then why did he feel all this as a punishment?
Sunday came, he had never felt so miserable for a day, he really didn't feel like seeing the brown boy, he felt terrible, he had disrespected him, not intentionally, although it had been wrong anyway.
The mass was quiet, he was nowhere to be seen, so the blond was relieved, but at the same time, slightly disappointed. The ceremony concluded and he set out to talk to people naturally as he always did, everything was fine, until he saw the grey-eyed by the exit, he looked different, paler than usual and, besides, his face lacked that smug look he always wore. He knew he shouldn't, but he approached, something seemed wrong with him.
"Hi James, sorry I missed the Eucharist" he half smiled, though his face showed pain.
"Are you feeling all right? You look sore" seeing that delicate face was easier than he thought after the whole sleep thing, though it still wasn't the face he had grown accustomed to, he looked weak and frail, he didn't like it at all, he wanted to help.
"Oh, you don't worry, it's nothing I can't handle" his countenance contorted into a grimace of clear discomfort. Confused, the blue-eyed man ran his gaze all over the boy's body to see if he could find anything wrong. He stopped immediately when he saw his hand pressed against a still bleeding wound on Jason's belly.
He opened his eyes, shocked, and without thinking grabbed the hand to pull it away and get a closer look at the reason for the bleeding. It was a cut, it looked a little deep.
"That needs stitches, I'll take you to the hospital "ready to get the keys to his truck, he tried to head for the church loft, but was stopped by the hand he was still holding.
"I don't need a goddamn hospital....
"Don't blaspheme in the lord's house."
Jason smiled amused "I'll be fine father, I heal fast."
Without further ado, he limped away from the temple. He felt he had to follow him and ignore the fact that he did not want to be treated, he had to help him heal that ugly wound, he had to do something. He just stood motionless in his place, watching the boy's slender figure walk away.
***
Obviously the hunters would track him down, they were idiots, but the trail of bodies sooner or later they were going to track him down. Jason was so excited to see the sexy pastor that Sunday, of course his luck was never on his side, three guys had shown up, all armed to the teeth. They beat him unconscious, the assholes thought they were done with him. Surely they were rookies, they didn't even take the delicacy to check if his body showed vital signs. He admitted that the wounds were serious, at least for a human, he would be fine in a couple of days, he just needed rest. Of course, he couldn't go to rest without seeing the blond.
He was taken a little by surprise by the real concern the man showed when he saw him, it seemed that at any moment he would take him in his arms and take him to the nearest hospital. It was weird, never, in his life as a human or as a demon, no one asked him how he was, no one reached out to him as a sign of help, that gesture generated something in his chest, like a little spark of something.
All week he was confused (and sore), going to church was affecting him and that could not be, he felt too clean. Anyway, he didn't feel bloodthirsty, for the first time in all the months he had been on earth, he didn't feel like tearing something apart.
That week, for the first time since he arrived, he didn't attend the Sunday service either.
That worried James, having seen Jason all battered up eight days ago and not seeing him in church that Sunday left a bad taste in his mouth. Several scenarios ran through his head, maybe he was still hurt, maybe he was still suffering in some lonely place, maybe he had even died. He needed to know where he lived, to make sure he was still the same cheeky young man who was groping himself in church. At the end of the Eucharist, he wasted no time and headed for Sister Susan. Everyone in town knew her for knowing everything about everyone, so if anyone knew Jason's whereabouts, it was surely her.
He approached her with a friendly greeting and without wasting any time, asked about the brown man. At first she seemed confused, then she realized who it was, and oddly enough, she didn't have much information about him, only that she had seen him come and go freely in and out of the Demton family home. That was enough for her to decide to check it out.
He took off his holy garments, put on something less formal, took the van and started the short trip to the aforementioned house. When he arrived he felt an unpleasant shiver as soon as he saw the house, he didn't think much of it and knocked on the door. Jason appeared in the doorway, James let out the breath he didn't know he was holding as he saw him standing there, he looked a little haggard, but from the rest he looked the same, with his mischievous grin and eyebrow raised gracefully.
"Blessed are the eyes that see, pastor. I wasn't expecting visitors."
"Well, I wanted to make sure you were okay, you were pretty badly hurt the last time I saw you" Hetfield felt a little foolish, what was he doing?
"You are so considerate, but like I said, I heal fast, I'm fine" his arrogant gesture never left his face, it was like second nature to the demon.
"Thank goodness, however, I can't help but notice you're at the Demton's, I guess you're family" as much as his conscience told him to leave, he wanted to stay a little longer, engaging in conversation was the best way.
"Friend of the family, actually, they...went on a trip and asked me to look after their home."
"I see, that's very kind"
"Yes, would you like to come in, I'm sure there's still some coffee left" the invitation came with a full body scan by the curly-haired man, who licked his lips as had become customary.
The priest didn't know what to answer, he didn't want to be rude by turning him down, but it might be a bad idea, as the images of his dream were in his mind replaying vividly.
"I don't know if it's wise" he really had to walk away, even if he felt an unknown force pushing him to be closer to the chestnut.
"Why not, we'll just have coffee, my way of thanking you for caring about me."
Jason had a point and the truth was that he had no ulterior motives with the blond, all week he had been feeling overly sensitive, as if there was still a bit of humanity left, which was impossible as in the depths of hell they had taken it upon themselves to fuck every last cell of his being. The thing is, right now, in front of James, he had no need to do anything wrong. He was also aware of the pastor's countenance, the man looked conflicted with himself, he understood, after all the shenanigans he had pulled on the guy, it was a wonder he was even standing there asking how he was doing.
Hetfield noticed that moment of understanding on the face of the guy in front of him, for the first time his gestures didn't show arrogance or amusement, his face was serene with a small calm smile adorning that pale face. He looked much younger, all peaceful and sincere, maybe this was the real Jason.
"It's okay James, another time."
The blue-eyed man didn't know how to take that attitude, it was obvious that something had changed.
***
A new week was starting, fuck last week's weak Jason. He had an image to take care of, so it was time to unleash chaos again. His first distractions appeared on the interstate, a group of teenagers road tripping with partying airs. It was easy to trick them into coming to his new playground, a ramshackle barn where he spent all that week disarming the idiots who had fallen into the trap. The old floor was painted the beautiful scarlet color that the motile bodies of those young men drained, it was carnage at its worst, but so far Jason's proudest boast as he had outdone himself.
Of course, after finishing off his prey, he had to erase any traces, so he had to burn the place down. He would miss the old barn.
He returned to town on a Thursday, everything seemed just as dull. But he was going with one goal, to play some more with the cute priest. He entered the church and waited for the few parishioners to leave, he stayed hidden in the shadows while the blond closed the church.
James was done with confessions for the day, he wanted to get some rest, but he didn't count on the fact that, as he headed inside the building, he would find the grey-eyed sitting on the altar table. The devilish, mischievous look was back.
"Jason, I didn't see you on Sunday" his heart was beginning to race, something about the boy radiated danger.
"I had things to sort out, but I'm here now James."
His tongue flicked out briefly to moisten his bulging lips. It was wrong, not just his gestures, but the audacity to take a seat in such a sacred place and though he should have asked him to stand, the words wouldn't come out.
"Jason, you shouldn't..."
"Be here? That's right" he stepped down from the table gently and moved dangerously close to the bluish-eyed man "I should be on my knees, shouldn't I?" which he did, gracefully bending down prostrating himself at the nervous pastor's feet. Her hands on her thighs and head bowed upward, all in a false act of submission and innocence.
His mouth was half open in a clear invitation, James was nothing short of losing his sanity, his self-control would soon be gone and he would not be able to take responsibility for his actions next. He wanted to ask him to stop, he wanted to beg for mercy, because having that image in front of him and in that position, was not doing anything good for him.
"Please Jason, don't do this."
"Why not, you want it as much as I do, why should we hold back?"
"We just can't, it's not right" he closed his eyes tightly, maybe this was another dream and when he opened his eyelids, it would all disappear.
Of course, it didn't, the chestnut was still kneeling in front of him. He looked all debauched and eager, he couldn't resist, he was human after all.
He moved a little closer to the dark-eyed man and ran his hand through his long curls, it placed his mouth dangerously close to the blond's crotch, he ran his tongue upward along the cloth-covered length, leaving a wet trail of drool. His eyes never left James' face, he didn't want to miss any of the expressions the man would make when he had him in his mouth. His hands went into action, undoing the button and zipper that held the parson's pants fastened to his firm hip bones, his underwear was starting to become a mess and he could see how hard the blue-eyed man was already getting. He finished removing the last of the garment, leaving it in a heap around the man's ankles, traced his tongue from below to the throbbing tip of the blond's member, sucked on that area leaving it completely soaked and withdrew it from his mouth with a wet pop that echoed throughout the church. Hetfield was dying of pleasure and it had barely begun, so he was caught off guard when he took the priest's entire cock in one thrust, the poor guy let out a loud gasp of satisfaction, god knows when was the last time he had received a blowjob.
Pushing his thoughts aside, he concentrated on disarming James with his mouth, he set a rhythm of up and down along the delicious length, his tongue caressing the underside as he strained to take it all the way down his throat, James grabbed the back of Jason's neck encouraging him to follow in as he slurped as he sucked messily, the blond's hips moved in little thrusts, fucking the demon's mouth. The gray-eyed man knew the man was close, so he withdrew his mouth and helped the other come with just his hand, he wanted a taste, so he stuck his tongue out in invitation. It was all for Hetfield, he cum wildly, painting the boy's face white at his feet, he was shaken and although he should, he didn't feel at all guilty about what he had just done.
He fixed his eyes on the curly one and stroked his face lovingly, dragging his thumb across those swollen lips he loved so much. Then, he helped Jason to his feet, his legs trembling slightly, sure that kneeling for so long was not comfortable, he used a cloth to wipe his now lover with careful touches, took care of arranging his clothes so he was dressed again, at all times their gazes never disconnected for a single second.
"You don't look regretful" one would think that after getting away with something like this, the silver eyed one would be a complete smug bitch, but that wasn't the case, he felt shy about it.
"I'm not sorry, it's been a while since I've done something like that and I think you've relieved me of a burden."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you about it another day Jase, it's kind of late now and you should go home."
Jase... It had been many centuries since anyone had called him that, the appreciative brought back memories, it brought back sensations, it brought back the one thing he was afraid of, emotions.
***
The images in his head kept repeating over and over again, all were memories of a distant life to which he had ceased to belong several centuries ago. He remembered the mockery, the slander, the insults, the hatred. They never proved that he was a "deviant" as they used to call him at that time, they only assumed it, believing they knew him better than he knew himself, they kept him away from everyone, they excluded him, they pushed him aside like a leprosy patient. That terrible life had been worse than the hell he had already belonged to, no one ever extended him a helping hand, not even his own father, at that time, when he was only 25 years old, the world had taught him human cruelty.
The only good thing was his little brother Connor, he was the light in his eyes, he did everything to keep the boy away from the cruel life he lived. He always took care of him, with a dead mother and a merchant father who was moving all over the region, it was the only thing he could do. He would break his back to give the little boy everything he needed and in return, he received tenderness, admiration and respect from his young baby brother. He called him Jase, the simple diminutive of his name managed to erase any hurt made by people on the outside, it was a sign that he was home, safe. His life developed that way, until one day he could no longer hear his brother, he did not reach the safety of his home because he was dead in a ditch, the hatred of others killed him.
His obituary read: Jason Newsted, brother, son, community worker. He died from multiple blunt force trauma. We pray that God will forgive his sins and receive him with love into the paradise of his holy glory.
And so he disappeared from everyone's memory, as he fell into the abyss.
Jase...
Only that four-letter word, uttered by James, made him feel safe again.
He kept asking himself so many questions, it had already been two weeks since he had sucked the pastor in the church and even with all that time, he could not stop thinking about him. They were long days in which he questioned everything, why had he killed? why was he destroying all those people? Yes, at the time it felt good, but he didn't have to do it, demons were not strictly evil, in fact, as soon as they managed to get out of the underworld, many of them managed to rebuild a completely new life without having to harm anyone in the process.
He had no regrets about his actions, he had fun, but he wasn't going to keep creating chaos until the end of time. He was immortal, he could do whatever he wanted, see the world he never saw in his other life. The thing is, he didn't want to do it alone and to his mind came only one person he would love to share that with, James.
James himself, too, was consumed by his thoughts. He had long had this idea of leaving the priestly life, he had realized that preaching the word of God no longer fulfilled him as before, everything had become so monotonous, a routine that he had followed for almost 15 years and that now did nothing but bore him. Clearly, it was not that he no longer had faith now, he did, but he wanted to profess it for himself, so, oddly enough, he had a revelation at the moment Jason was suckling him. He wanted more for himself, he wanted to give himself a chance to see the world outside of that small town he had lived in all his life, he wanted to give himself a chance to love. He wasted no time, he filed the necessary paperwork to leave the temple life, pleaded his case in front of the archdiocese and was given the go-ahead to continue his life without religious services. There was still paperwork to be done and things to be arranged, but that was the least of it, he was now a free man.
The community bid him a fond farewell, saying they would miss him. The whole town was there, everyone except Jason. He hadn't seen him in two weeks, hoped he hadn't left, he was one of the reasons he was leaving the priesthood, he wanted to meet him, he wanted to hang out with him, he needed him. As soon as the farewell was over, ten minutes to midnight, he set off for the Demton house.
In front of the house, he took a moment to breathe, took courage and knocked on the door. Then there he appeared, white skin and silver eyes, he looked like that other time he had visited him, not at all the same young man who had given him pleasure in the church.
"Will you accept the coffee this time?"
"Why not?"
And then, with that simple answer, he was rewarded with a beautiful smile that was all teeth and dimples. It was the first time Jason had ever smiled that sincere and carefree. There were no more words between them, Hetfield came in and settled into one of the armchairs while the chocolate-haired one poured two cups of freshly brewed coffee, they sat a safe distance apart in comfortable silence as they drank the bitter liquid, exchanged affectionate glances and smiled goofily at the edge of the pot.
"Then why did you come to see me, father?"
"No, I am no longer a cleric."
The demon was surprised, perhaps it was their fault, perhaps they knew what they had done that time.
"I left it, it wasn't the same for me anymore" the blond replied, seeing the boy's concern.
"I see, so you don't believe in the big man upstairs anymore?"
"I still believe in him."
The silver-eyed boy nodded, lowered his head looking at the ground and asked:
"Do you believe in other things James, like, the bad things, the things your god fights?"
The question was strange, but the blueeyed could get an idea of what the other was referring to.
"I believe that evil exists, yes."
"Like... Demons?"
"Well, we all carry demons, if that's what you mean."
"No, I'm talking about real demons."
"Real ones? Like the ones named in the bible?"
"Yeah, you know, Beelzebub, Asmodeus."
"I guess they exist, or existed. But, anyway, why is this our topic of conversation?"
"I'm one of them."
He lifted his face, and his once gray eyes were now black, a pool of pitch. James stood still, Jason detected a hint of fear, but that feeling was buried beneath curiosity, confusion and fascination. The blond was frozen in surprise, though for some reason, he didn't see it as scary or out of place; he was still Jason and though his eyes were black, he didn't lose any of the elements that made him him him, he looked slightly frightened and resigned, sure he expected rejection and repudiation from the sapphire-eyed one, but he didn't. This one reached out his hand slowly, caressed the side of the curly one's face and appreciated how the soft skin felt under his touch.
"How come you're not running far away from here?"
"Because I know you won't hurt me."
Jason laughed, the irony of the man's words making his stomach churn.
"I've hurt before, I've done too many fucked up things and you know what, I don't regret a thing."
"It's okay" Hetfield was clear about one thing, whatever the guy had done in front of him, he wasn't going to judge him, it wasn't his place, or anyone else's.
"How can you say it's okay? I cold bloodedly murdered many innocents, had sex by the bucket load and always harmed every human I touched, you can't say that's okay."
"Yes, you're right, the things you did are terrible and I know what you do, you're trying to scare me into leaving, but it's not going to work."
"And why would you want to stay? I'm no good to anyone"
"Because I want to make my life the way I want it and the only one I see next to me doing that, is you. Besides, you're wrong, you're good for me."
"So what, we're going to run away like a couple of teenagers, travel all over the world until you get old, die and leave me?"
"You're getting ahead of yourself, now, we can do whatever you want."
"Sure."
The truth was that a life with James didn't sound bad, the guy had just found out that the man he had had talks and moments with, was a demon and he hadn't even insulted him or run away scared to death.
At this point, it was obvious that they felt things for each other, the thing is that everything was strange for the brown guy, it had been ages since the last time he allowed himself to show feelings with someone so now he had no idea how to express all that bunch of sensations that swirled inside him when he was next to the blond. He, who so patiently sat across from him, with that stupid loving look and even with that rough hand caressing his cheek. He didn't think about it, just brought their faces closer and pressed their lips together in the most awkward kiss possible. Jason, who couldn't remember ever kissing anyone ever, and James, who had given up that kind of contact when he was just a teenager, all in favor of church. It was silly, neither knew quite what to do, but they still managed to clear up with that gesture, all the doubts they had had just seconds before.
They parted their lips and stood there just looking into each other's eyes, there was no longer black in the demon's irises, they were again the silver orbs that had Hetfield crazy. They smiled at each other with pink cheeks and pressed their foreheads together as they breathed each other's air from the closeness. At some point, Jason's hands had tangled in James' hair he tugged gently and played with each golden strand softly.
No words were needed, they knew everything they needed to know and besides, they didn't want to ruin the moment. They would make it all up as they went along, there was no need for plans, after all, at least Jason had eternity.