Things We Find In The Dark

“. . . Deliver us from temptation. A testament, a function in humans that we cannot control. The seven deadly sins that beckon us from our own doorstep. People of the cloth devote their lives to God, devout. But what if He had left us for the ravages of Hell?

Once a holy world, succumbed by its desire to destroy and repopulate.

Desire.

That word is neither good nor evil. It is a coin flipped, its fate guided by neutral wind—not a divine one, yet an invisible hand influences the toss. There is no scale, no judgment, just luck.

The real question is: which side of the coin are you on? And how lucky are you?”

A round of applause and whistles erupted in the lecture room. Professor Mulligen’s research on the divine is thorough, but just like beliefs, his are only spectacles and theories. He believed that religion is the opposite side of the coin, while the other side faced science.

Both work miracles. But one side can explain those miracles, while the other gives credit to their God. There’s also a reoccurring bottom line in all their stories, something Professor Mulligen studied for all his life, and now he believes he’s scratched the surface.

His new theory: a bridge between dimensions exists, but not for us to find. Vague, yes. But he believes that gods and devils are from different realms of the universe. Somehow, these species have used their magics and sciences to traverse space and time to mingle in a less consequential world than theirs.

His mix of science and religion has blended well in his research.

“Professor!” a man of the cloth called to him. His age showed through the canyons that were the corner of his eyes. His skin drooped from his face. A leathery texture common for elderly who don’t take the precautions of skin care seriously.

Most of the crowd had already left his lecture. Some had stayed to question or finish their note taking.

“Yes!” Prof. Mulligen replied. “How can I help you, Father?”

Though his stance in religion wasn’t as strong, he still respected their believers.

“Another compelling lecture, as always,” he said, wrapping his arms around his back.

“We can’t keep dancing like this, Father.” He joked. “People will think I have favorites.”

His words brought a chuckle out of the man, though half-assed. “I don’t want to waste any time, Professor, especially yours, so I want to cut to the chase.”

Prof. Mulligen tilted his head. The Father had gained his full undivided attention. “Go ahead, Father.” He crossed his arms and shifted his weight.

“Our clergy has reached the Vatican,” the man of cloth began. His breath was quick for words. “With years of convincing, and years of your demonstrations and lectures. They conclude that your research is thorough and reasonable, therefore, they will let you visit the archive.”

Prof. Mulligen’s hands went into his pockets, masking his excitement. “I’m deeply honored.”

“Yes,” the Father said simply. “It truly is a great honor. However, you have limited access.”

“Why, of course! I anticipate only the brittle pages of a dust-choked tome, or the corroded remnants of a long-forgotten tool.”

“It seems your skepticism hasn’t changed.” The Father kept his face impassive. His reaction almost made Prof. Mulligen squirmed where he stood. “You will not be observing an ancient tome, or artifact. I cannot explain much here, just know. What you will see will change your mind, and it may even break your spirit.”

“I understand. I’ll have an open mind, as always.”

The Father bowed his head and turned to leave.

“Please do. It can be your salvation. You should have already received the invitation.”

Such a cryptic message, from a weary old man didn’t settle well with Prof. Mulligen. He stacked his papers and shoved them into his satchel. His mind couldn’t stop worrying about the details. What was it they wanted to show him? Will his research apply?

There was only one way to find out.

Within a week, he had flown to the heart of Rome. The sun beat down in the bustling city. He had brought his essential researcher utensils—a video recorder, tape recorder, a chest harness for his phone, and a notepad—necessary for his work. When the plane touched down, the Father who attended his lectures had sent a clergyman to retrieve him.

In the car was a woman of the cloth, a Sister. He buckled himself in and smiled at her. The color of her golden skin complimented her supple lips. A light splatter of freckles lay just below her hazel eyes. He could see strands of dirty blonde hair at the opening of her draping kapp. Her black religious wear constrained most of her toned body.

“You must be Professor Mulligen!” she said with a perfect smile. Her voice had a thick Romanian accent, but her English was perfect.

“Yes! And you are?” he asked, extending his hand out to her.

“You may call me Sister Octavia,” she said, completely disregarding his call for a handshake. “I will be your devoted guide, ensuring your comfort and enrichment throughout your stay in Rome.”

“I’m delighted.” He smiled back at her as he nodded, tucking his hand back to his person.

The drive didn’t take long, he felt. It was rather short, and though he has been to Rome on his own terms, the city was still beautiful.

When he made sure that he had everything, the vehicle made a slow turn into a shaded area. His head popped up to find the Vatican building looking over him. Prof. Mulligen had been close, but now he’d be able to enter the holy landmark. He brought out his phone and took photos of the architecture.

“Would that be part of your research?” asked Sister Octavia.

At first, he had to think about his answer. Any note, picture, and video he takes may make the Vatican scrutinize him. A chance like this, he couldn’t blow.

“Of course!” he blurted. “I clocked in as soon as we crossed international waters.”

She hummed. Her tone was pleasant, but skeptical. The gaze she had on him moved towards the building.

The vehicle had entered a lot that was privately owned by the Vatican. Only Sister Octavia and Prof. Mulligen stepped out, leaving the driver behind.

“So, do you have any idea what I’d have access to?” he asked as they entered the building.

“Only Bishop Carter and Father Adam know your purpose here.” Her pace to sped up, leaving him to gawk at the masterful ceiling. “We must hurry this way.”

Prof. Mulligen hurried to follow her. Their heels clicked and echoed in the vast, empty halls. He could only imagine how long it took to traverse this entire building.

“Ah!” a familiar voice sounded. “Professor.” It was the Father that talked to him after his lectures.

“I have retrieved Professor Mulligen, Father Adam.” said Sister Octavia, bowing her head.

“Splendid. We shall waste no time. Danger is upon us and it threatens to break free.”

Though Sister Octavia didn’t have questions, the Professor just thought of hundreds.

“So what’s on the agenda?” Pro. Mulligen asked, beginning to get irritated with their cryptic talking.

“You will see soon enough,” said Father Adam.

The Father stopped at a door and raised his arm at an angle, motioning for him to enter. Pro. Mulligen balled his fist around his satchel strap and walked through. The room was dark, but there was enough light to navigate through it.

Father Adam followed Sister Octavia in, allowing the door to shut behind him. He presented seats for them to sit down on, which they did. The sound of tin and film rustled behind them. With a click, the room glowed as the projector turned on.

“I will begin to speak freely, now that we are safe,” said Father Adam.

Pro. Mulligen didn’t understand, but what the screen displayed enchanted him, almost petrifying his being. “What is that?”

“That is a devil,” Father Adam replied. “We have not found it in our texts, and anything we send in there doesn’t come back the same.”

The lanky limbed shadow stared deep into Prof. Mulligen’s soul. Before it could burn into his retinas, the slide changed. This image had more details of the devil, but the photo was still too dark.

“Where is this located?” asked the Professor.

“In a ruined chapel just outside of the Vatican City.” the Father replied, switching the slide again. “It has become a tainted land. Seed will not grow, and the animals fear the soil. I’m afraid it will only spread.”

Each slide of the demon kept getting more horrifying. The people who took the photos were commendable, but most likely at the cost of their normal lives.

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Your knowledge may prove useful in confronting this entity.”

“You want me to research that?” asked the Professor. He noticed his legs bounced. He just wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or fear. “And get what? A blood sample?”

“I told you, Professor, to keep an open mind.”

Opportunity had definitely represented itself. If Prof. Mulligen took it. What would he be afraid of, anyway? His skepticism has validated itself ninety percent of the time. How could this be different?

“I’ll check the ruins out,” the Professor finally agreed. “I’ll definitely need a guide, though.”

“Why, your guide is right next to you,” Father Adam pointed out. “Sister Octavia has lived there most of her life before becoming a member of the cloth.”

“Would she be able to protect me if any curses or ghosts were to appear?”

“Sister Octavia is a brilliant mind. She had already performed multiple successful exorcisms.” the Father’s hand patted Prof. Mulligen’s shoulder. “You’re in excellent hands.”

The Professor nodded his head, piling the questions that stopped his thought process for a moment. “When would we leave?”

“As soon as possible,” said the Father as he moved to the door. “A transit is waiting for you outside. We cannot let this devil wander the earth. Your task is to help assess this devil.”

Prof. Mulligen walked out with Sister Octavia, following her to the transit, which was just a car. Father Adam had provided copies of the slideshow to the Professor. He studied them intently as they drove to their destination.

Sunset was a few hours away from giving way to dusk. The car stopped in front of the village that boarded the ruined chapel. One of the village folk approached them and spoke Romanian, but he wasn’t able to understand. Sister Octavia stepped in and spoke with them instead.

Professor Mulligen brought out his video recorder and started to record. His film capacity could last until the afternoon of the next day if he kept rolling. He placed his fully charged phone in his harness and recorded from that too.

“The townspeople said to be weary,” said Sister Octavia. “The devil’s influence has spread even more, getting into the homes of the villagers.”

“Maybe that’s where we’ll check first.”

“Agreed.”

Sister Octavia asked for directions and the villager guided them. The ruined chapel came quickly into view. Not a single note of divinity etched the building’s carcass.

The villager stopped and pointed in the direction they needed to go. They wouldn’t go any further than they were now. The villager handed Sister Octavia a torch and wished them good luck. They thanked him, then began their investigation.”

“The air has changed drastically, almost suffocating.” Pointed out the Professor.

“Yes. This is how devils taint the lands. Their presence alone can change the surrounding air.”

“I see.”

If it weren’t for the approaching night, he’d have more ounces of skepticism, but the setting has him open to any ideas.

A distorted giggle came from one of the village houses, startling the Professor.

“It is playing games, weakening the minds of those who are cowardice.”

“Well, luckily we’re not cowards.”

The symphony of crickets played, and the surrounding air around them felt dull. When he blinked, the time had turned to day in the desolated part of the village. He spun around to find no one.

“Octavia?” he shouted. His heart raced. He looked through the viewfinder of his video recorder to find it remained night through the lens. It was a profound mind trick.

“Professor!” Sister Octavia’s voice called.

The voice came from where the giggle had sounded. Now that all is day in this illusion, he could see the large estate. He rushed to the house and walked through the already opened door. Quickly, he brought the video recorder to his eye.

“Sister Octavia!” he shouted.

All the hairs on his body stood as he felt a hot breath repeatedly brush against the nape of his neck. He turned to find the devil in his viewfinder. A scream escaped him as he tripped over himself. He scrambled further into the building.

The illusion gave way, and everything turned dark once again. A torch light came rushing towards him. It was Sister Octavia, reciting holy words in Latin. She sprayed holy water onto the devil, irritating it. It growled and fled.

“What the fuck?” said the Professor. His body couldn’t stop shaking.

Sister Octavia rushed to him, helping him to his feet. “You need to be strong. It will feed off of your fear. Come, we must avoid being seen.” With a wave of her torch, she found a set of stairs. “This way!”

The two rushed from the stairs. Prof. Mulligen had lost control of his breathing. His entire being felt as if fire were in his veins. An actual devil, he thought.

She opened a door into a small room. The torch light gave enough light to see a tattered bed on one side, a shutter closet on the opposite wall, and a broken vanity. Her hands prepared a prayer, trying her best to bless the room. But it was too late, the devil had found them.

“You must hide!” cried Sister Octavia. “I cannot protect you and fight it at the same time.”

He didn’t waste time arguing. He looked at the shutter closet and jumped in it. Damage had riddled the doors. He peered out of one, watching her in the torchlight.

“You humans are persistent,” a distorted voice said. “Futile against a fiend of hell.”

“God will smite thee,” she said calmly through clenched teeth. “Sending you back whence you came.”

“Your god has abandoned your world. Would you like a track record of what’s happened?”

“I need no reminding.”

Sister Octavia held a cross tightly in her hand as the devil appeared from the dark corner of the vaulted ceiling. It climbed down like a spider, dropping itself to the floor, making no sound as it landed. The horns all around the top of its head pointed upward, forming a crown through its long hair. Its skin was like charred flesh. It wrapped around its bones like shrinkwrap. Other details were of unfathomable description under its tattered robes. He recorded their interaction.

“No one will save you, and this world will be prepped for conquest.” The creature’s smile was cynical, a true horror.

The devil laughed in her face as she prayed. A force pushed her back into a wall, knocking the kapp off her head. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. The devil licked its crude teeth. It slashed her skirt, exposing her smooth legs, heedless of her safety.

Sister Octavia was amazing, her will was that of iron in the face of her adversary. The devil slashed her torso, revealing her bra underneath. But her words still came out, crescendoing as she held the cross to its face. It stepped back, its smile fading.

“YOU’RE WORDS NOR IDOLS WILL NOT RID OF ME!”

If Prof. Mulligen didn’t know any better, it was afraid—spewing out anything it could.

“You will not last on this Earth.” said Sister Octavia.

“I will leave if you can complete my tasks! That is the only way.”

“And what may that be?”

“I am not a devil that prayers and crosses can sway. You must agree.”

“Don’t. . .” whispered the Professor. But his word didn’t reach her, nothing can.

“Then I will agree to do whatever it takes. What is your task?”

“To start,” it mocked her as its form molted into something more human. It still looked wrong. Like ribs devoured at a barbecue. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman’s touch.” Its smile crept back on its face.

“You filthy creature. You are wicked.”

“It is in my nature. But perhaps the man would prove a vessel for me.”

“No!” she blurted.

The devil and Sister Octavia had a stare off, but she finally caved. Prof. Mulligen was clueless about how to help her. He was useless, a bystander in a battle of divinity and infernal.

“I will give you a chance,” it said. “I am a devil of my word.”

“None of you are,” she replied with disdain.

It laughed, but it showed sincerity in its promise. “If you do not break, I will set you free. But if you do, you will be mine to do with as I please.”

Finally, she caved. Huffing as she stood on her feet. A convicting fire ignited her eyes.

“You will not break me.”

“I won’t. . .” it paused. “But perhaps my cock would.”

It approached her, making her step back until her back met the wall. The devil slammed its hand against the wall, towering over her. Her Latin prayers made its smile grow. He could see the creature’s cock grind against her through its robe. Her face scrunched, getting away from its breath.

“How will you please me?” it asked her playfully.

She didn’t reply, letting it do whatever it wanted. It quickly gripped her arm and positioned its growing shaft against her. The devil’s cock was an inhuman length, comparable to a horse.

Her mouth gaped as she felt it, afraid to feel the full length of its dick.

“Fucking stroke me or die,” the devil demanded, growing irritated. Sister Octavia’s hand slowly moved against its shaft. “Yes.” he hissed.

Its hips moved with every stroke. The devil’s cock, now at full mass. Its other hand groped her breasts. The claws on its fingers drawing blood from her chest.

The devil swiftly removed its robe, revealing the rest of its body. Black as coal, its skin. It had extra muscle compared to a human, but its body was just like a human’s. But its erect cock made Sister Octavia squeamish. It laughed at her reaction, putting her hand back on it. It throbbed to her touch. The pulsing of its veins was visible even in the torchlight.

The tip of its dick rubbed between her plump, perky breasts. It pushed them together to squeeze around his cock while both her hands held it. The devil used its talon to shred away the rest of her clothing. Under her holy dress was a beautiful woman. And now the demon was going to defile her. Starting by swaying its hip so the tip of its dick kissed her chin.

“Suck my cock, bitch,” it demanded from her again.

At first, she was unwilling. But slowly, she gained the courage to wrap her lips around its head. Her jaw was almost strained as she gave it fellatio. The devil, however, grew impatient as it grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth. She gagged and gasped, salivating as her gag reflex was being put to the test. Tears streamed from her eyes as her neck bulged from its slithering cock.

Finally, it let her breath. She fell to her knees, coughing and gasping for air. Her eyes slowly recovered from being bloodshot. Her mouth drooled as her body threatened to vomit. The devil picked her up like a toy and threw her on the bed. A sudden force took her breath away, but the fiend pressed on relentlessly. It hovered over her head, measuring its cock against her being. As it dragged its testicles across her face, it stopped over her mouth. Using her gasping mouth to fondle his balls.

Prof. Mulligen had to zoom in to see, becoming erect himself from the erotic scene before him. It continued to use her breasts to wrap around his shaft, laughing at her agonizing pleasure.

“You’re dripping wet, whore! It’d be a shame for you to leak out of two holes. So I can plug one for you.”

“No!” she choked out.

But it was too late. The devil reared its ass back, allowing its dick to slide down to her face, and he proceeded to skull fuck her. The Professor couldn’t help but watch as she took barely half of its cock. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, her body fighting to stay conscious as she gagged and puffed, spitting.

He wanted to see her up close. His desire tainting his overall emotions.

With one hard thrust into her throat, it left its dick in her for a few seconds. He could only see her legs go limp, but her arms were swaying around its legs. Then finally, it pulled out.

She gasped for air again, life slowly returning to her body. He watched her head hang from the edge of the bed. Her eyes had an erotic look as it ripped her panties off, landing near the shutter closet. He observed it, and it was soaking wet. Perhaps from her urine.

Sister Octavia was breaking.

It maneuvered itself onto the bed between her legs. She shook, not from being terrified, but from something else. Its cock found its way between her breasts again as he leaned forward, kissing the tip of its dick to her chin.

“Suck me again,” it demanded.

Her head lifted. And to his surprise, she did as he asked. Her hands moved on their own, wrapping around its cock and stroking it.

“Good.” it hummed, satisfied with his new obedient toy.

The Professor zoomed in more, watching her head bob as it tried to fit in as much of its cock into her mouth. His penis felt as if it could explode. He undid the zipper on his pants, letting his cock fall into his hands.

Octavia let her head fall back to the edge of the bed, letting her hands stroke its shaft faster. Her breasts bounced with every upstroke. But the fiend was done with foreplay. It brought its cock between her legs, and her head shot back up.

“No, I simply cannot.” She begged.

“What did you say earlier?” he questioned her. She struggled with a fogging mind, lost between oxygen deprivation and ecstasy. He grabbed her arms and thrusted deep into her. “Whatever it takes!” It mocked.

She yelped as her back arched right away, letting the Professor witness the bulge below her stomach. Her eyes rolled back again as her mouth gaped. It pounded her pussy. Octavia’s breath returned as moans and erotic gasps. Her hands combed through her hair. Its cock was driving her crazy.

“You’re pussy’s so tight. And you’re a virgin. I’m gonna fuck you and make you beg for my seed.”

Octavia tried to speak, but her words crashed into her throat as its intense thrusts kept her from letting out a single word. It pulled her arms hard, allowing him to pound as much of its cock into her as it could. Words kept trying to come out, but they couldn’t.

It wrapped its slender fingers around her neck and choked her as it drove its dick into her pussy. Her tongue stuck out, lacking the oxygen to function. Its tongue stretched from its mouth, slithering into hers, tasting her saliva.

Another hard thrust and it pulled its pulsing cock from her pussy, releasing her neck. Knowing the danger she was in, she tried to get up, but her legs shook violently, refusing to work. She pushed herself off the bed and crawled towards the shutter closet, seeking aid from the Professor with a voice that no longer worked.

But all he could do was hide, stroking his cock to her brains getting fucked.

The devil laughed maniacally as it walked over her. It knelt, putting its cock into her pussy again, and lifting her with it. She yelped, feeling the massive dick enter her. Her limbs went limp. It was like seeing a large man fuck a sex doll.

Despite her lifeless-like body, it continued to pound her. The bulge got to her belly, meaning the devil only got deeper beyond her cervix.

The Professor zoomed out, getting everything on recording. He watched through the viewfinder and slowly stroked his dick to this unholy sight.

Tiny moans still escaped her. She found an ounce of strength trying to escape the fiend’s grasp, but her efforts were in vain. It did away with her lick a cocksleeve. But the devil suddenly stopped. It let go of her while it was still on its shaft. She stayed there, skewered by its dick, bouncing slightly when it throbbed.

With her moment to breathe, her head reared back. The devil dragged its cock out and dropped her to the floor. It took a step back and looked at her.

“Why did you stop?” she asked between breaths.

“It looked like you wanted to quit.”

Her gaze dropped to its long, hard dick, watching it intently as its veins pulsed. A battle waged in her head as she sat in front of the fiend.

“I can’t.” She said, her legs rubbing against each other, as if something was missing between them. She pushed her boobs out to the fiend. “I want you to plant your seed in me, devil!”

The grin on the devil’s face widened cynically. He has won.

It approached her again, welding its cock in its hand. It whipped her breasts with it, making her moan while she tried popping her breasts out more.

“Fuck me!” she begged.

The devil pushed her against the shutter closet, right in front of the Professor. He could feel her erotic breath. With the sleight of hand, he moved his camera in hopes of getting the angle he wanted. The fiend relentlessly pounded her from behind.

“Oh, God! Mmmmm.” she moaned loudly in his face.

The shutter closet shook, making the Professor realize the gravity that pounded her pussy. And just as he leaned in, the devil pulled her away. The Professor fell out of the closet. When he looked up, the devil’s eyes petrified him.

“The vessel.” it said.

Octavia looked at the fiend, then at the Professor. She quickly crawled between them, finding the last ounce of her duty.

“Do not harm him,” she begged. “I will do anything.”

The devil sighed. He loved his new cocksleeve, allowing it to grant her wish.

“I want you to fuck him,” the devil demanded. “His cock is hard, and it’s suffering. He’s probably been a virgin all his life. Isn’t it your job to ease his suffering?”

She obeyed him without a second thought, taking hold of the Professor’s already stiffened cock. Octavia was dissatisfied.

Her supple lips warped around his dick, making him squirm. Though she could hold his cock with one hand and the rest fit in her mouth, he knew he couldn’t compare. She gagged on his cock, but she didn’t care anymore. Trained in no more than an hour. She spat on his cock, stroking it hard with both her hands.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck, indeed.” The devil approached them, standing on top of him and in front of her. It rested its dick on her shoulder, let it rub on her neck. She moved her face so she could lick it. Being in contact with it made her hips swirl. “I told you to fuck him!”

A hand came across her face, but all she did was lick her lips. She reluctantly pushed the professor down, mounting him. Her hand guided his cock to her pussy lips and let it slide in. She let out a little moan, but he knew it wasn’t what she wanted—what she wanted was the cock that throbbed on her shoulder.

As her pussy ground on his cock, she focused her upper body on the fiend’s shaft. He watched as her tongue tried to wrap around, stroking it with both her hands. She leaned back to suck it. The devil grabbed the back of her head. Just that action alone made her squeeze his cock hard. Her juicy tits were swaying in front of him, and he grabbed them, then played with her nipples. She bounced on his cock as the devil skull fucked her again.

“You like getting fucked in both holes?”

“Mhmm.” she moaned with its cock in her mouth.

She wrapped her hands around its cock in front of her mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” moaned the Professor.

“Then cum in this whore. She’ll swallow my seed instead.”

It angled its hip to make her swallow its cock. The bulge in her neck, and the air escaping through her puffed cheeks, made the Professor burst inside her pussy. Her arms went limp as the devil’s cum exploded out of her nose and mouth. He watched as her body twitched as both cocks pumped her full of cum. The fiend slowly thrust into her throat, pumping its ejaculate into her stomach. As it slid out, the Professor noticed her tummy had grown from its cum.

Octavia fell over to her side, twitching at the euphoric overdrive. He watched as his cum dripped out of her pussy. So bad, he wanted to fuck her again.

The devil kicked her onto her back and stomped her stomach, making her spew out the hot white cum out of her guts.

“So fragile, you humans,” it said. “I will make you my concubine to bear my children of chaos. While you. . . you will be my errand boy. You will bring me more maidens to fuck. And I will let you fuck them, too.”

Desire had flipped its coin, and it had chosen, and he was lucky.