When Evil overlaps Good

CHAPTER 6

Clearing my throat, I touched the collar of the turtleneck around my throat, making sure that everything is in place before I went inside.

It had been almost a week since the Hades charade but the blue bruises still lingered on my skin.

After the mind-numbing sex, I am confused when I woke up to my manor wearing Hades’ dress shirt.

I would have thought everything is just a dream if it wasn’t for the bruises and the residue of his dried cum all over me.

“Don’t search for me, little sinner. I will come to find you” was written on the black hard he left on the bedside table.

A day later, I returned to the place but it was entirely abandoned. The doors are bolted and the signs are no longer there. Hades disappeared just like a ghost and maybe it was for the better good.

He had given me an unforgettable experience and my fantasies are fulfilled. A fair arrangement, benefitting both parties yet I can’t help but to feel a bitter sting of disappointment.

It wasn't until 4 days later when I started properly thinking and the guilt had finally taken ahold of me. Thus, I decided to put a stop to it.

So, here I am, outside the cathedral, ready to confess for my sins and repent. I just hope that God will receive me.

Exhaling, I hid my surprise when I stepped in and didn’t get burned. It’s midday but the benches are occupied with some praying and doing the sign of the cross.

I paused when I looked up and see the statue of Jesus nailed on the cross. I swore His eyes followed me, telling me ‘Sinner, sinner’.

The guilt became acid on my stomach and suddenly,
I’m not even sure why I’m here anymore.

“Eva?” I jumped at the sound of Theo’s voice on my right.

He’s on the bench, a rosary clutched on his folded hands, obviously praying. Years have passed and his devotion still hadn’t changed.
Meanwhile, me…

“Theo” I greeted, looking at my ex-husband and my mind flashed back to Hades’ words.

Tell me, sweet Eve. When your husband fucks you, do you scream his name like you’re screaming mine?

The answer is no.

In fact, I have to fake my moans not to disappoint Theo.

I slapped myself internally for harboring such thoughts, inside a church, of all places.
Gods above, I’m really losing it.

“How have you been, darling?” he asked, patting the space next to him but I shook my head.

“I’ll better get going, Theo. The dean’s waiting for me on the confessional” I said as an excuse.

The truth is, I cannot bear to look at Theo and not remember how Hades had degraded the body that was supposed to be his, if in a Christian’s manner.

How I’ve mocked our religion and broke a sacred vow by welcoming the devil’s dick on my open pussy. How I had spread my legs for him and how I’ve let him fuck me.

Divorce doesn’t apply with the rules of Christianity so although, we are separated, the church still looks at me like I’m still Theo’s.
Like I’m a whore for wanting more.

Maybe I am.

“Oh” Theo gave a smile filled with disappointment before he covered it up.

“But Eva, maybe we could talk after you’re done, you know...just to straighten things up”