Make Me
Chapter THIRTY-ONE

SETH'S POV:

I don't know if you've ever been to a church in the evening, but it's rather unpleasant. Not many people are left there, or in my case, no one was occupying the unnecessarily big building now, other than the priest, I presumed. The pattering sound of my walking stick filled the great hall around me, echoing in the complete silence.

So how do I do this? I pray? Or does Leon just know I'm here... I mean that's just a random church, so I'm not certain how would that work.

As I was walking through the hallway, created by the seats around me, I had the chance to observe my surroundings. Funny enough, even though I mostly liked overdone, and richly decorated things, churches always left me feeling unnerved. I've never been a believer, but I didn't have a problem with them either... But these places, they really did cause great discomfort in me, and I couldn't quite tell why.

"Can I help you?" The male voice earned my attention soon enough, and I focused my eyes on the pastor, who was sitting alone in one of the benches, facing the altar. What struck me first was the fact that he wasn't balding. I thought that was like a requirement for priests... I almost smiled at the stupid thought, before getting myself together and taking my eyes off the simple brown locks, to see him eye-to-eye.

"I'm looking for someone" I said after a short while, my voice stern and calm, standing a few feet away from him.

"Most people are when they come here" he offered me a peaceful smile, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his fake-woke bullshit.

"Who is it that you are looking for, young man?"

"An Angel. But I doubt that he wants to see me" I scoffed quietly, turning my attention from him to the alter, trying to replace some joy in the golden details, and the mesmerizing paintings on the walls and the ceiling.

It's been a while since I've drawn anything other than my assignments... Why is that? I've been drawing my whole life...

I guess I'm afraid what I would replace on the paper... or I just can't get down to it between all the events that occurred lately.

He was silent for a second, so I glanced back at him. His eyes were drawn to my walking-stick for a bit, his expression going from calm to tense quite quickly.

"Chaos?" He questioned, distaste filling his tone.

I don't get it... Jude gets and actual name, that's even close to his real one, and I get Chaos. Maybe Chase, or something, get creative with it, whoever wrote this fucking prophecy.

"What gave it away?" I asked a little sarcastically, even though I wasn't sure what caused him to speculate about my identity.

"The wolf," he replied in a raspy tone, gesturing towards my walking-stick, before he stood from his place, not seeming like he was in any sort of distress, but he stuck his nose up as if he was too good to breathe the same air as I did. My gaze followed his movements, as he rose to his full height, barely getting above me with a few inches.

"I usually only let demons lean that close to me, father, are you sure this is appropriate?" I smirked since he probably thought I'll step back so he could stand up, but I didn't move an inch out of malice, which resulted in his face being uncomfortably close to mine. Though it was only uncomfortable for him... I enjoyed watching his embarrassed features. Now I understand why Jude is doing this to me... it's quite entertaining.

He cleared his throat, pressing himself to me while trying to by-pass me, and I still didn't react, letting his body brush against mine while it got more awkward with the minute. I chuckled when he finally got away and got a few feet distance between us.

"It's hard to tell that you are human at all" he murmured, his eyes boring into mine with a superior look glimmering in them. He wasn't bad looking... he had that, untouched, middle-aged-virgin look about him, but it wasn't awful. Simple... I guess that was the word I was looking for. Pleasantly simple, normal brown hair brushed out but not too neat. Average body-type, and tall figure, paired with a prude but honest face.

"Have you ever met a demon?" I prompted with a knowing smile. He seemed a little taken aback, then shook his head.

"Explains a lot..." I retorted as if it was the normal thing to ever meet one of those dark creatures... I mean, I don't think they were much worse than normal humans... just much hornier, and violent.

"I'm looking for Leon. If you know who I am, I presume you know who he is" I explained further, taking a step closer to him, only to watch him back away.

Oh... Fuck... I love this. I don't think I should enjoy that so much... it feels wrong, but damn is it satisfying to see him flinch when I move too suddenly.

"What business do you have with an angel?" he asked, still backing away from me, as I walked towards him in a slow rhythm, making it a point to keep my gaze locked on his.

"I like their fluffy wings" I gave him a sarcastic smile, not saying anything to alert him before his back would hit the altar, now helping me corner him completely. I stopped a few inches away from him, so our chests barely didn't touch, though even now his face was priceless. How much further could I go? When would he try to protest? Or would he let me do anything out of fear? Or desire? Even now, he isn't muscular but could probably push me away, I wasn't using any force to keep him there.

All these thoughts came up in my mind, both making me feel somewhat guilty, and sending an excited rush through my veins. I laid my hand against his chest, not feeling anything about it... Opposed to when I touched Jude, my skin didn't react one bit, as if I was just playing with a lifeless man-sized doll.

I ran my fingers through his chest, stopping only at his neck, where I traced the line of his Adam's apple and watched him shiver under my touch.

"S-stop" he blurted out, earning a wider smirk from me.

"Let's do a little experiment... You start praying, and I'll stop when your all-loving God makes me" I suggested, leaning in to bite his neck, but before my teeth could've touched his skin, I heard the door open. At first, my blood froze, afraid it was Jude... he would surely spend the night torturing me in various ways if he found out I was playing with a poor priest... But then again... that sounds incredibly hot.

My mind wandered back to earlier this afternoon, more specifically to the image of Jude towering over me when I threatened him with the silver handle... I loved that reserved fury, that was right between a desire to kill, and the urge to have me... I really wanted to know, what it would take for him to just grab me by the throat out of sheer anger. I had to close my eyes, chasing away the erupting thoughts and fantasies from my mind. Sometimes I just... sound very sick...

"Please stop molesting the priest, Seth" I let out a relieved sigh when I finally heard the voice which I wanted. I wasn't as amused anymore, but I wanted to seem calm, even though I could've killed Leon with a teaspoon. I spun around, to face the angel, pushing my ass a little backwards, so I could lean against the frozen priest, using him almost like a chair. I could hear his breathing stop, then become incoherent, so I moved a little on his crotch to get comfortable. Oh, being evil is just so much more fun, I really wish I could do this to more of my enemies.

"Just in time" I nodded for the angel, narrowing my eyes a little, as I observed his calm, peaceful features.

"I assume you didn't come here to replace salvation... So why were you looking for me?" he wondered, getting straight to the point.

"I wanted to know more about the prophecy. And since you threw your own brother off a cliff for that stupid story... I hoped you know it very thoroughly" I saw him gulp, not knowing where I knew the last part from, and I smiled a little, getting my best "fuck you" expression on my face.

"Where is Judas?"

"Probably brushing his teeth" I offered him a suggestive smile, tilting my head slightly to the right "He doesn't know I'm here... so we can talk... Just you and me... And the father, of course" I continued, keeping my manner elegant and reserved, despite having to resist the urge to choke the life out of the angel. No... not even that.

I should cut his wings off. That would be the only appropriate punishment for what he had done. An eye for an eye, as they say.

"I see you wear your impurity as a badge of honour now... You used to feel shame" he commented nonchalantly, and my jaw locked, trying not to do anything I'd regret later.

"You used to be very subtle with your cult-like bullshit about my purity, but I see we all change." I shot back without thinking, but I only got a sigh from him.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything, related to me." saying that out loud sounded incredibly narcissistic, but I just went with it, not feeling the need to excuse myself.

"Okay but... Just please sit somewhere else" He asked tiredly, glancing at the priest above my shoulders with an empathetic look.

"I'm very comfortable, thank you... The father and I are becoming very good friends, isn't that right?" I asked the priest behind me, letting my body brush up against his again as I adjusted my position for it to be more comfortable. He fought a small moan, or at least that's all I heard, but still, it managed to earn a smile from me. Aside from the obvious perks, that I could play with 2 prude virgins' nerves at the same time, I wanted to keep the priest here, so Leon wouldn't try anything funny.

The angel hesitated for a second, but he probably read from my face that I wasn't about to move, so he sighed, and sat down on one of the seats.

"The three main parts of the prophecy, related to you, are the three massacres. One for wrath, one for vengeance, and one for love. You've already committed the first one" he began, his voice flat and calm.

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"Harvis?" I asked quietly, as the realization struck me, and he nodded.

"The prophecy doesn't specify when you are going to commit the other two... But the third one is the massacre that causes both heaven and hell to fall."

I stared at him silently, trying to contain my feelings and questions. Wrath, Vengeance... that's all fine and dandy, I get that. But love? Why would I kill anyone out of love? That just didn't make a lick of sense to me.

"Anything else? I can... I want to prove that this destiny isn't written in stone, Leon. I can prove it, just give me something that I can do differently than in the prophecy" I furrowed my brows, scanning his features, as he gave me a soft smile that made my stomach turn with disgust.

"Killing yourself would be the only way to stop the prophecy... Or killing Judas." his last words, stopped my heart for a second. I gulped, boring my eyes into his, as my grasp tightened around the silver handle.

"What did you say?" I asked, dangerously quiet, which from me probably sounded unnatural. Leon seemed to consider my state of mind and hesitated to repeat his words.

"I simply answered your question"

"I'll tell you what, Leon... From the start, I have no idea how you all thought I could destroy heaven or hell, but remember one thing..." I stopped, so he would be able to focus on my last sentence very carefully "... If Jude gets hurt, I'll replace a way to rip off each of your feathers one by one, along with all of your angel friends." Though I didn't know how I would do that, considering I was talking to an immortal creature, I didn't care. It wasn't an empty threat, I would either do it or die trying.

"I both admire and pity your compassion for Judas..."

"Well, I admire your... Hmmm... No, I was wrong, you are still the worst piece of garbage I have ever met." I flashed a fake smile. Pushing a good amount of air out of my lungs, as I gathered my thoughts... I guess Jude was right, the prophecy is too vague... And those parts which are specific, I just fit too well for me to argue it.

I was only torn from my thoughts when I heard Leon stand up from his place.

"Where are you going? I'm not done" I cocked an eyebrow, but he obviously couldn't have cared less if I was done or not.

"I have business to attend to."

"Brothers to betray or perhaps teenagers to shame for masturbating?" I wondered in fake curiosity, which earned a glare from him above his shoulders, but I stood it without a flinch.

"I see you are very upset about Judas's fall... Or you just very much empathise with being the... disappointment of the family? The brother, who they don't like to mention...?"

I felt like someone kicked me right above my stomach, almost making me curl up in pain. I choked on air, my jaw locked from anger, the anger of a wounded animal. My chest seemed to tighten to a point that I felt like there is no place for my lungs anymore, and the only thing keeping me from hyperventilating was my pride, forcing me to hide my state.

Despite me not wanting to show how much of a painful spot he had found, it was written all over my face, and I could tell that by his pitiful, condescending smile appearing.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked calmly, irritating me more than if he had used a mocking tone. My hand curled into a fist involuntarily, as I kept glaring at him.

"And here he is... the mighty Chaos. Underneath all the big words, and violence... Just a scared, hurt, little boy, who thinks he can rule the world..."

"Shut up" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"...How tragic."

"SHUT. UP."

"...How... pathetic"

By the time my thrown walking-stick got to where Leon stood, he disappeared into the thin air. I was panting from all the emotions swirling around in my chest, mainly manifesting as hatred and wrath. I could feel my hand trembling under the need to hurt the angel, to shut him up forever...

I almost forgot about my little friend behind me, but I was very glad I didn't...

I slowly turned around, facing the petrified pastor, with a reserved, probably psychotic expression.

"Do you agree with him, father?" I asked keeping my voice soft. The man couldn't quite tell what I wanted to hear, so he just gulped and hesitated, trying to replace a way around answering me. He was afraid of me, but this just didn't cut it this time. I wanted him to be more scared... I wanted Leon to know who the fuck he was talking to... But most of all, I desperately wanted him to be wrong, and in this state of hopeless anger, I could not think clearly.

I grabbed the priest by his collar, throwing him on the ground, and I got above him, pressing him to the ground still holding his neatly ironed shirt.

"I ASKED SOMETHING" I roared, raising my hand to hit the man under me, but as I saw him not struggling or moving, just looking up at me, my movements froze, my furious expression becoming puzzled and surprised for a second. The memory of Jude laying under me, unmoving, and perfectly calm, while I was suffocating him, flashed before my eyes. Why did he do that? What silly thing is that? Why wouldn't someone defend themselves? Why didn't he wake me up... or say anything?

As I stared down at the priest, I remember all those times before, when I did the same thing, and how they only made me feel more pathetic... Someone mocking me, I got in a fight, usually lost... but even when I've won... It didn't feel better. However, I always hoped it would.

"Seth" for a moment I wasn't sure if Jude's voice was still a part of my imagination, or real, but as it echoed around in the church, I took notice of his presence.

"I..." I began explaining myself, but since I couldn't really add anything to the sight of me on the terrified priest, that would help my case, I closed my mouth, and just got off him, turning my attention to the arriving demon. He was already quite close to me, offering me the walking-stick I had thrown after Leon, which I accepted, though a little reluctantly.

"Get the fuck out" I barked at the pastor, who quickly nodded and made a run for it while he had the chance. I didn't want to look up into the demon's eyes... I didn't want to know what kind of look he would give me. I'm sure I looked insane just a moment ago...

I suppose, I felt insane just a moment ago, or at least quite a bit detached from reality.

"Don't look so ashamed... whenever you have the chance, you should always, and I mean, always beat the crap out of priests... That's my motto" I couldn't help but let a painful, dry chuckle erupt from my throat, as I glanced up at Jude in disbelief.

He was wearing one of his playful smiles, which he usually only showed when he thought I needed some light-hearted-idiot energy from him (which he, despite his whole "Judas, source of all evil"-thing, had a lot of). "You are such an idiot Jude" I said my thoughts aloud with a softer smile than before "How did you know I'm here?"

"Well, it's quite simple. I just had to remember what I told you not to do, and then read your note, to know for sure that you aren't buying groceries, because I've lived for you for a while, and you never fucking do... So, I knew you were going to contact the only other supernatural creature, you can... And here we are"

"How can you come in here?" I kept questioning him, but he just shrugged.

"I can come in here, it's just that everything I touch burns me... I always wanted to have sex in a church, so it's such a pity." He looked around as if he was looking for a suitable surface for the actions, and I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with someone. Rolling my eyes, I decided to head outside, not really wanting to force Jude to stay inside a church, if it hurts him.

"Well, I almost made it, but you interrupted me" I mocked with a cheeky smile, but I saw he wasn't very entertained at the thought.

"I admire your undying hope that you'll ever be a top, sweetheart." he purred with a sly smile, stepping closer to my side as we exited the building, and wrapping his hand around my torso casually. I didn't even know how much I craved his presence until' I got it, and a strange, but pleasant feeling of peace overcame me, calming my thoughts and feelings from before. I even forgot to reply something snarky to his mocking, since I was so wrapped up and comfortable in the situation. I slowly inhaled his scent, watching the streetlights flicker up since it was already quite late.

"What's that expression?" I heard him ask, a hint of curiosity in his voice. I didn't look up at him, just let a knowing smile settle on my lips, but being me, I couldn't show this strange love-sick feeling that overtook me, so I just kept staring at the road before us, ever so slightly pushing my side closer to his as we walked.

"Nothing... Hold me tighter"