Fiona's Faith

*Warning! The follow can be triggering for some as it discusses sexual assault. PLEASE protect your mental health and skip this chapter if needed.*

*Fabian and Fiona*

"Forgive me father, for I am sin.”

Father Maurice raised his brow towards the shadows. "I believe the proper phrase is-“

"I said exactly what I meant.” He swallowed his spit, his face growing hot as the voice continued to speak to him. "You see, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Why I was born so sinful. Why does this body of mine gets me in so much trouble?” Father Maurice licked his lips at the sound of the woman’s seductive voice. “I fear that only you can help me finally get the release that I need.”

"Yes, I can do that.” He saw her smile come to view.

“Would you be able to right now? Huh, father, can you make me whole again? I need you to lay your hands upon me and fill the void inside.”

Father Maurice stood and walked towards the darkness enjoying his dream. "Let me see you, my child.”

"Alright.” Fiona stepped forward into the light, and her green eyes gleamed at him in amusement.

"Why do you look so familiar?”

Her grin widened, "I’m a little older now, but-” She closed her eyes and rolled her neck, her physical form changing. Father Maurice's face paled, as he stared at the child. Fiona opened her eyes, and he jumped, "You remember me now? How you made me hate my eyes when I was younger because you said they were the mark of sin?” He backed away as she slowly walked forward to him. "Forgive me father for I am sin…can you tell me what’s wrong with me? Why I was born with a body that could make a chosen one stray away from his calling?”

"IT’S NOT POSSIBLE! YOU’RE DEAD!”

She laughed, "I’m pretty sure that you of all people shouldn't tell lies, though that never stopped you before.” As she continued to walk, Fiona's body shifted slowly into her adult self. "Why didn’t I go up in flames when I entered into such a sacred man's dreams? You know everything, see all. How come the very thing you said would happen to me didn’t?”

The lights rose and displayed an aisle with empty pews. Fabian watched her walk down it, his body cemented to one of the benches. She turned and winked. "I love that we can do anything we want in dreams.” Fabian's lips parted, as she changed the scene to a small room.

Her attention returned to the father. "I’m sure you remember this place.” He tried to run, but Fiona lashed him in the face with her tail. She laughed, "You always said face judgement...it's your turn, so no running.” She waved her hand, and his body landed into a chair. Walking over to him, she ran her hands up her body. "I know it’s been a while but tell me, do I still do It for you?” Her eyes bore into his soul. "Or am I much too old now?”

Fabian's eyes widened as he put the pieces together, "Faye...”

She shook her head, "You’re not going to stop me Ian…so please save your breath and just watch.” She sneered, "Trust me the father loves it when people watch."

*You can’t stop it*

Dropping to her knees in front of the father, she looked up at him with sweet eyes, "You want to tell him all the disgusting things you made a thirteen-year-old girl do for you?”

He shook her arms off his lap. "Get away from me. You have always been what you are now. You play these games... you wore those little dresses, YOU WANTED TO BE SEEN. You seduce-” She lashed him hard in his mouth and seethed. "A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD CAN NOT SEDUCE AN ADULT UNLESS THAT ADULT ALREADY LIKES THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS. A developed body doesn't mean her mind is ready for sex, sodomy and the many other things you did.”

The sound of praise and worship resonated from up above.

"What would they think if they knew about the little girls you kept in the very basement of the place, they came to listen to you speak? WHAT WOULD THEY THINK OF YOU IF THEY KNEW HOW YOU REALLY MADE YOUR MONEY?” She pointed to Fabian, "Tell my sweet boyfriend about your favorites…about the Sunday Six.” Father Maurice tightened his lips. "Fine, if that’s the way you want it, then so be it.” She looked at him hard, and his clothes disappeared leaving on his briefs.

"Don’t worry Ian…I was only playing earlier. My climaxes belong to only you.” She said giving Fabian an evil grin. She walked around the father, "But I am going to feed on him, the way he fed on my soul. The way he fed on my innocence and took the light from my eyes.” She quickly wiped her tears. "You stole my faith. I couldn’t pray without thinking of you… everything you did to us… everything you let them do when we got too old for your personal liking.”

"Fiona, you have to stop!” Fabian shouted.

"I DON’T HAVE TO DO SHIT BUT FILL THIS VOID IN MY HEART AND THE FATHER HERE IS GOING TO FINALLY KEEP HIS PROMISE AND DO THAT!” Fiona closed her eyes and her body shivered as she lashed into the father’s body with her tail. His anguish feeding into her, making her eyes dilate. She carved her first word into his skin and smiled showing her fangs.

"PRIDE! THE WAY YOU BRAGGED ABOUT GETTING AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID! THE WAY YOU BOASTED TO YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOU HAD SIX LITTLE GIRLS THAT THEY COULD HAVE ANY WAY THEY WANTED!”

She tore into him again with her tail, spelling another word. "SLOTH! COME ON FATHER EXPLAIN THIS ONE TO IAN!”

He cried out, "Please…stop hurting me…”

She shook her head no and looked at him coldly, "Did you stop when I asked? When I begged and pleaded, and you did NOTHING but watched in pleasure as they took turns with me.” She leaned down and raised his head with her finger. "When you justified drugging us to keep us quiet, leaving track marks on my young skin. While you stood upstairs and spoke the words of a pedophilic false prophet."

"I HAVE A SICKNESS!”

Fiona laughed and bit the side of her lip, "Well good thing I’m a doctor. Here let me see what I can do."

"Ian?” He couldn’t look at her, he the weight of her pain feeling like his own, "There’s a misconception that every victim of sexual assault reacts the same way. You see for me-” Her hand shook as she pointed to her chest, "It heightened my sexuality. I searched everywhere for something to make the nightmares stop. Every drug, every partner but the void never went away...”

Father Maurice hung his head, and she grew angry again. She clapped her hands. "COME ON WAKE UP NO FALLING ASLEEP DURING SUNDAY SCHOOL REMEMBER?! WE STILL HAVE FIVE MORE TO GO! I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU AN EASY ONE!” She tore into him again. "GLUTTONY! SPEAK LOUD FATHER, IAN CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

She heard the father cry before he whimpered out, "I needed more than one…”

She turned to Fabian and jumped up and down, "AND THAT’S HOW ONE BECAME SIX! HOW SIX LITTLE GIRLS WERE SENT TO SUNDAY SCHOOL BY THEIR PARENTS TO NEVER RETURN HOME!”

Fabian's eyes teared, "I’m so sorry that happened to you Faye.” He saw her lip quiver,

"At least I’m still alive.”

"AHHHH!” Father Maurice shouted as she wrote another word.

"GREED! TELL HIM YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

"I SOLD THEM!”

She inhaled sharply. "You sold us…and used the money as a reward for anyone who had information on our disappearance. YOU USED OUR BODIES TO FUND THE VERY LIFESTYLE THAT YOU LIVED and then-you gave that same money to our families to aid in their search.” Her words caught in her throat, "I-I was just a child. What was so evil about me that you decided I didn’t deserve my faith or to grow up loved and happy?" She cried and covered her mouth with her hands, "I prayed and you laughed and said he would never hear something as sinful as me and I didn't believe you until slowly, I realized that you were right.”

Fabian shook his head. "That’s not true Faye…you know that.”

She nodded, "Thanks to you I do. You passed your test and-” She patted her chest, "A picture somehow got stuck to my ring.” She smiled sadly, "Six little girls in their Sunday best…smiling because they had one another. Before the pain, before the torture, before…we would never smile again. Six little girls in their Sunday best, and I knew that it was them looking down on me and that if they were doing that, then maybe he did think I was worthy enough to be heard."

She sniffled and returned to her task. "WRATH! EVERY BEATING BECAUSE WE CRIED. EVERY TIME YOU TORE INTO US FOR NOT BEING POLITE TO YOUR *GUEST*. ENVY! THE WAY YOU SLOWLY TURNED US AGAINST EACH OTHER, WARPING OUR MIND WHEN YOU WOULD PICK YOUR *FAVORITES* OF THE WEEK AND THEY GOT TO EAT AND BE TREATED LIKE FUCKING HUMAN BEINGS WHILE THE REST OF US CONTINUED TO BE PUNISHED!”

Blood pooled from his lash marks and she threw up her hands in praise. "DON’T DIE ON ME YET! WE’RE AT YOUR FAVORITE ONE!” Extending her tail, she wrapped it around him and tilted her head to Fabian, "Is it true that people who die in the dreams die in real life?” Fabian's eyes widened, and she laughed, "Oh Ian…that's okay. You know how inquisitive I am, I’ll figure it out for myself.”

Listening to the fathers wails, Fiona threw up her hands in ectasy. "SCREAM FATHER! PLEASEEEE I’M SO CLOSEE TO MY RELEASE!” She dropped him hard on the ground, and a flame appeared on the end of her tail. Through clenched teeth, she let out a growl. "This is for every little girl you hurt. The ones before us, the ones after. The ones never to be seen again. The ones who parents died still searching for them. For my friends who overdosed, committed suicide, were murdered by their pimps. The ones who you broke so badly that they could no longer live in this world. May your death allow them to finally rest in peace.”

Father Maurice's eyes shot open as she branded him deeply above his groin. Fiona felt a rush pour through her entire body, as his agony filled her soul. "FUCK THAT FEELS AMAZING! RIGHT ON TIME LUST!" She screamed. Her eyes turned deadly green, the pupils dilated big. "There’s a special place in hell for people like you. And as you spend your time there, may you and your dead partners in crime forever see our faces.”

Fabian closed his eyes, to avoid seeing Fiona pull the innards from the father’s body. Until the man laid completely silent, his body now as empty as her soul once was. Fiona reached down and using her thumb, wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled. She licked her finger. "Thank you father, I no longer feel the void.”

Fabian able to now move, rushed to her side and wrapped his arms around her. "You’re okay…you’re okay…”

She cried deeply in his arms, and he removed them from the dream. Seeing the dead father in his bed, Fiona turned and hugged Fabian tighter. He looked up to see his grandfather and Lucifer looking back at him. Nodding his head, his grandfather looked at Fiona, his eyes as teared as Fabian. He placed two fingers up and put down one before he and Lucifer disappeared.