Demons are from Heaven

immie_writes

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Reads 220
Votes 20
Parts 12
Time 1h 47m

immie_writes

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Being the pastor's son and all, Harleston could never betray his salvation to join a cult of archfiends, right? 
    
    
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    Harleston is the epitome of immaculate. A Jesus freak who never misses a Sunday at church, never broken a single commandment (not even when no one's looking, mind you), and a true to type bible reader who keeps his sexuality tucked away safely in the back of his closet where his pastor of a father cannot see. The replica of virgin Mary on two feet is him.
    
    But when his imaginary friend, Scipio, comes in . . . Harleston barely believes in god. He's no longer a wolf in sheep's clothing. No, not anymore. He's the other way around. 
    
    Scipio is hell-bent on ripping off Harleston's perfect little church boy demeanor into shreds and making him commit his uncommitted sins. Heck - that's not only Scipio's not-so-secret purpose but also his friendship goal. It's up to him to poison the saint boy into his unholy rebirth, whether the poor young one consents to it or not. It's either this or the highway. 
    
    Perhaps, in this battle, the devil could win over the god who created him?
    
    
    
    
    [Ongoing]
    [bxb/mxm]
    [Expected word count: 90 - 100k]
    [Updates: Weekly/ Once in a fortnight]
    Content Warning: This story contains mature themes such as sexual activity, self harm, physical abuse, and violence, which may be triggering to some readers.All Rights Reserved

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Being the pastor's son and all, Harleston could never betray his salvation to join a cult of archfiends, right? 
    
    
    * * *
    
    
    Harleston is the epitome of immaculate. A Jesus freak who never misses a Sunday at church, never broken a single commandment (not even when no one's looking, mind you), and a true to type bible reader who keeps his sexuality tucked away safely in the back of his closet where his pastor of a father cannot see. The replica of virgin Mary on two feet is him.
    
    But when his imaginary friend, Scipio, comes in . . . Harleston barely believes in god. He's no longer a wolf in sheep's clothing. No, not anymore. He's the other way around. 
    
    Scipio is hell-bent on ripping off Harleston's perfect little church boy demeanor into shreds and making him commit his uncommitted sins. Heck - that's not only Scipio's not-so-secret purpose but also his friendship goal. It's up to him to poison the saint boy into his unholy rebirth, whether the poor young one consents to it or not. It's either this or the highway. 
    
    Perhaps, in this battle, the devil could win over the god who created him?
    
    
    
    
    [Ongoing]
    [bxb/mxm]
    [Expected word count: 90 - 100k]
    [Updates: Weekly/ Once in a fortnight]
    Content Warning: This story contains mature themes such as sexual activity, self harm, physical abuse, and violence, which may be triggering to some readers.

12 parts