The Savior Of Hades

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(Graphic Content Below From A Naive Teenager's Mind)

The smell of garbage and decay from the overflowing trash by the gutters of the neighborhood was the first smell that greeted Ed Warren as he returned to his home.

With that of woodsmoke and charcoal from cooking fires and makeshift stoves coming after.

They were familiar to him yet deep within him, he subtly pondered over it's stark contrast to the relatively clean and austere environment of the monastery.

Atleast the nun had sent him home in one piece without reporting him for the crime he had wanted commiting before her watch.

Luckily for him, she allowed him pick the little luggage he had packed, though she didn't let him leave with the two loaves of bread he had taken and wanted running away with.

That had made him vilified and made him believe she was being unkind and greedy by keeping all the bread for herself.

He had spat out at her after getting caught by her and as he thought over it, he kind of regretted his decisions to speak back at the guardians who had raised him for years without complaining, a feat his birth parents couldn't accomplish.

"You're just being greedy by trying to keep all the bread to yourself and sending us away hungry. How many wealthy families have donated from their bounty for us to be fed well? How many heirs who renounced their worldly desires donated all they had to this monastery? Yet you can't let me have something like two loaves of bread!! That is so shameful of you who calls herself a nun and doer of the Lord's bidding, because that isn't what He demanded of us in the Holy Books!"

The nun hadn't said anything back at him until she made sure he had taken his things and walked out of the gate.

Then she had replied his impulsive outburst.

"Perhaps while home and awaiting your return to the monastery , do think about your behavior and pray to the heavens to drive the spirit of the demon of greed away from you"

Even though her words were short, Ed couldn't deny the impact they held on him since he heard it, till now, the time as the early morning sun began unfolding from its hiding.

" Brother Ed!!!" A little girl not more than five years of age screamed his name happily as she saw him, running towards him with joy.

Ed leaned over and hugged her back, not wanting to kill her excitement of seeing him.

"How are you doing? Madeline". He asked her after they freed themselves from each other's hold.

"Just the normal pangs of hunger" she casually replied while laughing and Ed couldn't control the tiny grin that spread across his cheeks.

She has learnt the routine slang that was usually answered to the question he had asked her. As much as it sounded funny to him, he felt kind of odd a young girl like her was already exposed to such a harsh lifestyle.

Her family wasn't helping matters at all either. Her father was a drunkard and had no jobs while her mom who sold her body to mean needing pleasures, had most of the money she made taken by her husband for his drinking sprees and the little she gets left with was barely enough to Carter for all twenty of their children.

He wondered why they had such a large number of children when they knew they would be too poor to even take care of one adequately.

Talking as if his own family were any different. He was the only child and he knew no difficult life was for him growing up, how much more a family of twenty two?

If only he had been able to steal two loaves of bread like he had wanted, then he would have broken one into two and given her one. But he had nothing and returned empty handed. Hiding his embarrassment became paramount before the little girl.

She let go off his hand a few walks later and ran off to play with her friends. Ed Warren walked a few more steps before arriving towards the door of his home. And as he stood awaiting his mother to open the door for him to enter, he saw her.

She was obedient,unlike him, and he could tell from the washed clothes she was hanging on the line that she had returned the former day,when he had been asked to.

"Wife material like" he muttered to himself as he kept staring at her hand the clothes.

Already done with laundry even at such early timing.

The type of wife material he would like for himself after he leaves the monstery with enough skills to earn himself a fortune.

Perhaps learn exorcism like Father Romillon and cast out demons for a pay, or lest still, make a pact with the demons themselves and have them possess daughters of wealthy heiress so he could cast them away and have huge fees paid to him for his hardwork.

And after he had amassed a large fortune, he would ask Lorraine to leave the monastery and have her marry him, and they wouldn't live in lack for as long as they lived. Neither will he let Madeline nor other little children of the neighborhood families.

Hos cheeks flushed and he giggled at the mere thought of that. They all seemed impossible for him, given his background and the absurdity of his thoughts concerning the demons.

Lorraine's hair shone as the early morning sunlight settled in on them.

Ed couldn't tell if it was lust he felt at that moment as he noticed a member of his body rising as he stared at her, or could it be his love that was growing for her?

She was pretty. Very pretty and had a pointed nose that began from the bridge between her eyes. And a tiny lip to complement her oval face. The perfect beauty if he were asked. Her butt was soft, her gait fire. He had seen them once when he watched her take her bathe before moving to the monastery.

They were like cinnamon rolls that he couldn't wait for the day to come when they would belong to him, and he would have all permission in the world to press them as he wanted.

And at night, he would drive his stone hard into the hole in between her legs. He had heard from one of the boys at the monastery that it felt like heaven and like a cold and soft flesh cuddling ones hard on. The way he always felt whenever he ran his hand up and down his member at night in rhythmic movements.

He wondered if hers would be pink and tight like some of the ladies' in the magazine some of her boys brought back from their homes. They were illegal ofcourse, and so the students who owned them hid them far away beyond the reach of the guardians. But Ed had seen glimpses once while his neighbor showed the photos to his friends.

"The pink and tight ones are the sweetest. Anyone apart from that isn't" He recalled as he had put it.

Perhaps this was the lust the Franciscan priests preached against every Sundays to him and the others. But how could it count as a sin when he was simply appreciating God's creations with the body parts He had given him.

Or wasn't the eyes meant to see the good world and creations of the Lord and his mouth for praising them? What else were they made for if not the reason he was currently using them for, and why would that have to be counted as a sin.

The door finally opened after seemed like forever and an unfamiliar woman stepped out of the house.

Ed Warren watched her as she climbed down the stairs. The woman wasn't young and neither was she old. Perhaps in her mind thirties given the wrinkles that had begun appearing on her face.

The door opened again and Ed Warren turned from the unknown lady that had walked out of his house to behold a second woman.

She smiled as she saw him and he returned her smile. But his was shortlived, as his teeth slowly covered as his smile crept away on seeing the luggage in her second hand.