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  Sin No More

  7 Mortal Sins, Volume 2

  Stefan Lear

  Published by Stefan Lear, 2016.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  SIN NO MORE

  First edition. January 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 Stefan Lear.

  Written by Stefan Lear.

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  Also by Stefan Lear

  7 Mortal Sins (The Series)

  Satisfaction of Wrath Book 1

  Dedicated to:

  The Westboro Baptist Church

  (Because we all know you’re not like those whores)

  We met at a rally. Some of the other girls from church and me picketed outside of a clinic. It was a clinic where women went when they found out that they were pregnant.

  He was there the second time that me and the other girls showed up. I was sure that his religious convictions were strong. He was on the side of the picket lines that righteousness chose, after all. He was on the same side of the picket lines as I was.

  One time one of those sluts had cursed and spit at him on her way into the slaughterhouse. It had taken him by surprise, and he had flinched. His smile never wavered while he confronted the woman about the choice she had made.

  Anybody willing to stand up to those god-awful harlots must be a man of the Lord. At least, I thought so. The thought of those sluts choosing a life of debauchery and sin over an innocent baby's life is enough to make me want to lose my lunch.

  I can’t stand the sense of entitlement some of the women who come in and out of that clinic have. They think they can just sleep with whoever they want without consequences. It’s not your body; it's God’s. He’s just lending it to you after all.

  Sorry, I digress. We were talking about him, weren’t we?

  You should have seen him. He was handsome. He had curly blond hair that waved at the sky when the wind blew. It was like his hair was shaking at heaven. He had the eyes of an angel. They sparkled with laughter. Even when we were protesting outside the clinic, the sparkle never diminished.

  You could hear the passion in his voice every time one of those little whores walked by on their way into that slaughterhouse. He wasn’t afraid to speak up about his convictions. The way that he talked about life was inspiring.

  I was far too bashful to approach to him directly. I don’t think that would have been very ladylike of me. I didn’t want to seem too forward. I didn’t want him to think about me as bold and brazen. Not like those whores that went to the clinic. My stomach flipped over when our eyes met.

  He smiled at me. Then he told me his name, and I replied in kind. I knew he could tell how smitten I was. It felt that way to me, at least. Thinking about that moment still gives me chills of delight even to this day.

  We began to court shortly after. He was forever the perfect gentleman. He wasn’t like the other men that my friends at church had dated. So many men act like they care about you, but really they’re only interested in getting into your pants. They were only interested in one thing. That’s what my friends told me.

  It felt different with him, though. There was no heavy making out, and he never pressured me to kiss him. Mostly our dates consisted of sitting under our favorite Willow tree at the park while we discussed the book of the Lord.

  He was so knowledgeable. I wanted to hear all of his thoughts and ideas when he talked about scripture. One time I even told him he should write a book about the Bible. He just laughed my suggestion off. He said that people who buy religious fluff literature were rarely as open-minded as me. I blushed when he said that.

  He was what I imagined every woman wanted in a man. I often wondered what kind of church he attended. I bet it was big and fancy, and full of believers of the words of the Lord.

  Mamma always said that church was the best place to meet a man. Mamma’s daddy had been a minister. He had given a sermon every Wednesday and Sunday. He was strict and led his flock with an unwavering faith. Mamma had grown up in this wave of believers. As a child, she had helped clean the church, especially before services. Cleanliness was next to Godliness her Daddy had always told her.

  When she became a teen, she helped in the daycare center. She helped entertain the young children while their parents attended church. Later, Mamma sang in the choir. She sang like an angel proclaiming joy while in the presence of the Lord.

  That’s where she met my Daddy. They sang together in the choir. Momma said he was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. She said Daddy was kind and had eyes that always seemed to laugh. She said it were as if he had a constant litany of jokes running in his head, and that only he could hear the punchline.

  They had dated for over a year before Daddy proposed to Momma. Momma once told me that the whole time they had dated that she dreamed of having their child. She said that she often daydreamed of holding the child in church while her Daddy delivered the sermon on Sunday. She knew that the child would be a gift from God.

  Then she had gotten pregnant, and I was born. Momma told me that I had been a perfect child. Always smiling and happy, and that I had a curiosity about everything.

  I think I had fallen for him before the summer was over. It felt like I was head over heels. Your heart makes you do funny things when you’re in love. I thought about him all the time. Each time I saw him, it became harder to control my urges. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to kiss him all over his body. I wanted to feel his hands caressing my breasts.

  We weren’t married, though. I was sure Jesus wouldn't be happy with me if I acted on my desires. Maybe He would understand, though. I was no sinner, after all: not like those sluts at the clinic.

  I remember the last time I ever saw him. I can remember it as clear today as if it were yesterday. He had walked me home from the park after one of our dates. We were discussing the book of Job. I wasn’t paying too much attention I’m embarrassed to say. The demon Lust had clouded my mind, making it almost impossible for me to focus on Job and his trials.

  I asked him to come inside for a minute after we arrived at my front door. I knew that the church had bingo that night. That meant Mama wouldn’t be home until later in the evening. Although he politely obliged, he seemed surprised by my invitation.

  I’m not sure what my intentions were. Innocent or not, once I had him all to myself, I knew I couldn’t control my desires for him anymore.

  I kissed him.

  At first, he was frozen. I can only assume he was in shock at my forwardness (plunging your tongue into a young man’s mouth isn't the kind of behavior you would expect from a proper lady like myself). He slowly warmed to my advances despite his stunned reaction. I wanted him. I wanted him, and he told me he wanted me too. I confirmed his desire for me when my hand brushed the front of his pants.

  I held his hand and guided him to my bedroom. My heart was pounding. I’m sure he could hear it if he listened carefully enough. We undressed together until our figures were just as bare and exposed as Adam and Eve’s. I kissed him again, and he held me in his arms.

  I knew that what we were doing was a sin. We weren’t married, after all. At that point, I didn’t care anymore. I loved him, and I knew in the deepest recesses of my heart that we would be together forever.

  His touch was the most incredible sensation I have ever felt in my entire life. I lost myself in his embrace, my body sinking like an anchor into the deepest, darkest depths of his passion.
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  He took my virginity that night. My entire being filled with pleasure. The sensation built inside of me and became more intense. I felt as though I was going to burst. And burst I did. Our love erupted that night with a hedonistic explosion of gratification.

  It was my first experience in the circus of sex, and it would be my last.

  When we had finished, he stood up from the bed. He shot a handsome smile at me. I asked him if he wanted to stay in bed with me a little while longer. We still had time before Mama returned home. He declined my offer to cuddle, however.

  It was then that he told me that what he came for I had already provided. His answer left me upset and confused. I asked him to tell me what he meant. I asked him to tell me that he wanted to be with me, but hearing my pleas only caused him to throw back his head and laugh.

  His voice had transformed into mocking chortles. The sounds gushing from his mouth were the howls of a dozen dogs all crying out together as they died. His voice wasn’t the only thing about him that changed before my eyes.

  I could feel my heart rise in my throat as I watched his beautiful blonde hair fall from his head, replaced by a pair of twisted goat-like horns. His nose extended forward like a boar’s. He smiled at me, wearing a serpent's grin. A row of pointed teeth glistened in the twilight that had trickled into my room. The sickening sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing filled the room as his body continued to contort itself into a horrible, disfigured form.

  By the time the noises had faded his spine was bent and misshapen, and his body had almost doubled in size. He looked down at me. His skin was dark, almost a chestnut brown. There was a faint glow that emanated from his skin as if lava were boiling just below the surface. In stark contrast to his skin, intense shadowy eyes punctuated his face. They were two dark pieces of coal buried deep in the sunken eye sockets. His hands and feet were near twice the size of an average man's. I realized that the Morning Star had deceived me.

  The beast spoke to me. He told me that what he wanted was a child. The son of the devil could only be born out of sin – a sin I was tricked into committing. He had taken great pleasure in persuading me to veer from a righteous path.

  Realizing what had happened, I begged him to get rid of it. He just laughed with that vicious hellhound sound. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from my bedroom. What was left behind was the lingering smell of sulfur in the air to remind me of his presence, and of the deception that had led to my sin.

  That was three months ago. Momma and Daddy have moved me into my own apartment. Momma comes to visit me every day except Sunday. I think she doesn’t come to visit on that day because her and Daddy are at church praying for my soul. I’ve been worried about the church members, and how I’m going to hide my belly from them once I start to show.

  I'll admit at times that I’ve been tempted to head down to the clinic and get the demon’s seed removed. However, I made a promise to God that I would never sin again. I still believe that his grace will get me through this.

  I’m not one of those whores. I won't take the easy way out. I refuse. This is God's test for me, and I won’t take the bait. I know that I’m part of God’s plan. I’m just not sure what my part is. As long as there is a child inside of me, it’s safe. Even if I’m harboring a child of the devil.

 

 

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