Everything that had happened was surreal. If I ever told someone about the things I've seen, heard, and felt there was no doubt they would send me to the asylum.

I tried pinching myself, slapping myself, putting my finger shortly above a candle fire, making Samael slap me twice, and asking Kennedy to kick my shin but it only made me realize that this truly was reality. I theorized that I had gone insane because of my parents' abuse and my mind made up a fantasy of an unattainable dream: Mister Wall.

I haven't forgotten what happened with Abel and Cain. I knew they died that night. None of them denied what happened; therefore, someone revived them. No other person could do that other than Mister Wall who had the same powers as me and surely even stronger.

I didn't want to pressure Mister Wall to tell me. There was a right time for everything. Perhaps he thought I wasn't ready to know or maybe, he wasn't ready to tell the truth. Whatever he was hiding, it must be something that went against my beliefs that had gradually become less potent through the course of unfortunate events.

I was foolish to think that I could remain pure and unstained from the many sins of this world. I was only human and even angels could sin.

Just think of Lucifer....

He was God's greatest creation but he fell and became the ruler of hell.

To think I would be meeting Lucifer instead of my Lord and Jesus... If I knew my fate earlier on I would have lost my wits. It was evident I wasn't worthy of being by His side. Heaven's doors were shut for me and that was truly okay.

Okay?

Keetan...you won't go to heaven.

You won't be saved when judgment day comes.

You won't be saved when fire ruins Earth.

Your soul will burn for eternity.

You won't sing songs of praise to the Lord or inherit the holy city like you have always wished back in the days when you weren't involved with supernatural beings.

You WILL suffer for eternity Keetan.

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Nothing...I feel nothing! Why wasn't I panicking? The old Keetan would be crying his heart out and would be praying from day and night in church to ask for forgiveness. He would aim to be perfect and to cleanse his mind and soul from the sins that he had committed.

This wasn't me at all.

I have truly changed.

This wasn't just my parents' fault. Many factors played into this. I didn't feel sad about how they ended up. I didn't feel sympathy. I didn't long for them. I was glad they were gone. I finally had peace of mind. Was that bad?

Of course it was.

Derek and Samantha were a hundred times better. Kennedy as a brother? I can't wait.

It was Sunday, I decided to visit Mister Wall in his apartment but the man who greeted me by the door was a stranger to me. Did I knock on the wrong door? I got flustered; I double-checked the number on the door and was sure that I was at the right place.

"Hello," he greeted.

He was extremely handsome. He could be a model in those billboards. He had tan skin and brown hair. His eyes were the same as the color of honey and he was tall. He fell just an inch from Samael's height. Maybe he was 6'5? I was a green pea compared to this man but sir's height was still more impressive. Half of the buttons of his white dress shirt was undone, revealing his well-defined chest. His black slacks shaped his long legs nicely. His hair was brushed back and styled, appearing to be the man of every woman's dream.

"Um...good morning. Is Mister Hellion here?" I asked.

The man was mildly confused. "Hellion? Who's Hellion?" He questioned.

This time, I doubted my memory. The room was 666. I remembered it quickly because it was a frightening number that made me sometimes think that Lucifer would ascend from hell if he was ever invited for tea.

"Erm...William Hellion and Samael?"

Upon mentioning Samael's name, the man's puzzled expression disappeared. "Oh...Samael, right, sorry. Come in. The two of them are at the construction site and will be back soon."

I entered sir's apartment with this unknown man, observing him further. Did I mention he was extremely handsome? He looked young yet mature at the same time like Samael although Samael was like that irresponsible uncle who decided to lead his life astray because living a decent life would kill him.

"My name is Caleb. I'm a...family friend," he introduced himself.

He did say he was a family friend but everyone who was closely related to Mister Wall and Samael were mystical. "Are you a fairy?"

Caleb turned to look at me with furrowed eyebrows. I palmed my forehead in shame. "Oh sorry...um...never mind."

Caleb smiled. "It's okay, I didn't think you would know of beings like us. You're human right?"

I nodded. He was friendly. I followed him to the kitchen, seeing bowls on the counter with a bag of flour, a tray of cracked eggs, butter dish, a jug of milk, a jar of sugar, and empty packs of sir's homemade chocolates. There were spilled ingredients on the counter. A sweet and buttery scent came from the oven. I sat on one of the stools, remembering that I haven't introduced myself yet. Where were my manners?

"My name is Keetan by the way."

Caleb hummed. "Ah yes, you're Lu- I mean, Mister Hellion's lover, correct?"

I blushed. "We're...getting to know each other."

Caleb peeked at the cookies before sitting across from me. I wonder if he would give me some?

"Samael wouldn't stop bragging about how Mister Hellion got a new boyfriend and I just got curious so I decided to drop by."

I leaned back when he inched his face close to mine while observing me with his calculating golden eyes. "But...you don't seem human to me. I smell...something different." He murmured.

Different?

I took a bath before coming here.

Caleb watched me further; I squirmed from his intense gaze.

"S–So...what are you?"

He smiled. "I'm a werewolf."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Yes, I have lived before Adam and Eve, the same with Samael."

Was it really true? But that was impossible. There were really beings before the first humans? My heart pounded wildly.

"Can you show me your doggy look?" I asked. I figured that if he was a werewolf then he had the ability to shift from his other form.

Caleb froze. What did I say? The man began to laugh. "Doggy look?" He laughed out, his broad shoulders shaking.

I blushed. "Oh... if you have another form, I mean."

Caleb held his chuckles. His eyes glinted red. That was enough proof. I don't see glowing eyes everyday anyway. "My wolf form is rather...chaotic. Mister Hellion wouldn't want to go home to a wrecked kitchen."

My feet swung excitedly. "Can I ask more questions?"

Caleb was hesitant for a second. "If it is about Samael and Mister Hellion then I'm afraid I cannot reveal so much about them. It is not my place to tell."

"No, it's not about them. I just want to know what the world was like before and what it feels like to live for so long."

I felt like a kid thrilled for a bedtime story. Caleb stayed silent for a moment to think. "Well...living for this long had its ups and downs. While having immortality seems like a blessing, it's actually sad. You meet people, you make friends with them, you see them get old and they die while you move on with life. The days before were better...especially because I was still with the person I was in love with."

A flash of sadness was seen in his eyes. The ambiance around him changed into a depressing one. He was like Samael.

Caleb continued to tell me stories on how the Earth was before. He described all kinds of monsters and weird beings that lived before that if they still had existed up until now, humans would probably go extinct.

"Was same-sex relationships a big deal during that time?" I asked him.

Caleb shook his head. "Nope, the bible wasn't created before. I don't even know why people pry on how you make use of your dick."

The oven gave a "ding!" sound, stealing Caleb for a few minutes. Caleb took out the trays. I swooned at how good the cookies smelled. He placed one tray in front of us and my mouth watered.

"Dig in," he urged me.

He poured me a glass of cold milk, pouring himself a cup of steaming black coffee. I initially flinched from the heat coming from the cookie but my mouth was tougher. I blew hot breaths while chewing. My tongue will suffer later. Caleb watched me while he sipped his coffee. I didn't know how many cookies I ate before I felt something strange.

I felt hot.

Really hot.

I put down the cookie in front of me, holding my head. The world spun and my groin ached.

"Are you okay Keetan?" Caleb put down his cup and walked over to me. I got off the stool, gasping when I lost balance. Caleb grabbed my arm. I flinched from his touch. His touch was so warm; it fueled my heat.

No...No what was I feeling?

It was painful. I was hard.

I closed my eyes; my breath had become ragged and heavy. My eyes snapped open when I heard Samael's voice along with Mister Wall's.

"Oh shaddup!" Samael snarled. "Don't scold me for sharing Lucian with Caleb! Wait, what the hell?"

"What's happening here?" Mister Wall asked, his voice laced with worry. My teary vision latched onto him.

I want him...

I want sir to touch me. I want his lips on mine. I need his body.

I trembled with need. I tried to say something but what came out were whimpers and grunts. Sir stood and analyzed me. His attention made me even hotter. Tears rolled on my cheeks; I broke free from Caleb's touch and fell on the floor. I crawled towards him, hugging his waist.

"Si–Sir, Please...Please...Help me, " I panted out.

Samael snorted. "Jesus, Caleb, did you use these chocolates for the cookies?"

"Yeah, I did. What was in that chocolate?"

Sir brought me up on my feet; my arms wrapped around his neck as I kissed his chest sloppily. He lifted my legs up and I latched onto him like a koala.

"What are you gonna do?" Samael queried.

"I need to think about it," sir said, walking us to his bedroom.

"Lucy+thinking = blue balls," Samael stated.

"You're the one to talk. Our balls are practically smurfs from how blue they are," Caleb retorted.

Sir closed the door with his foot, muffling the arguing duo.

Mister Wall and I focused on each other. He looked at me with deep thought. My lips pressed on his nose and cheek. He gave me kisses on the lips while he took me to bed.

I wasn't in control of my actions anymore. I wanted to feel more. I wanted to feel good. I began to unbutton sir's shirt, licking his face. Sir took in a deep breath. His blue eyes darkened with lust.

"You look so good sir," I purred. I was being seductive. It was un-Keetan of me.

Who was I again?

Was I holy?

Should I be?

I don't care....

I crave for sir.

"Keetan...you're under the influence of that chocolate. Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned me.

I cupped both of his cheeks, lowering his head for my lips to reach his. The kiss I started with was messy but sir took over after a minute of my weak domination. He was aggressive, greedy, and controlling.

I wanted more. I wanted more of him.

And as if sir heard my pleas, he removed every article from my body, leaving me bare. His hands were everywhere; every spot he touched left a burning mark on my skin. My hips started to thrust upwards, rubbing against his hard stomach. His tongue continued to venture inside of my mouth. Sir then proceeded to kiss my neck. He nipped on my skin, pinching my left nipple and twirling the sensitive bud. His other hand snaked its way towards my erection, wrapping his hand around it and masturbating me.

"A-Ah! Sir!"

I leaked like a faucet. My erection felt like it was about to burst. Mister Wall sat up; I whimpered from the loss of contact. He got a bottle from the drawer of his side table and squeezed the jelly-like substance into his palm.

"Spread your legs, Keetan," he commanded me in his deep voice, causing me to arch my back as I released strings of cum to his exposed chest. Sir's eyes looked red and glowing. The air in the room became thicker for me. I was engulfed in a mist of lust.

"How cute...you came just from hearing my voice?" He teased me. He got on top of me, biting on my earlobe.

"Sir...Sir I'm still hard. Help me, help me more please," I begged.

He laughed, capturing my lips again. My hands immediately shot up to his chest when I felt a cold and thick finger penetrate me. I clenched around his fingers; he stopped for a second. It was painful. It felt weird and inappropriate.

"Relax...Relax for me," he murmured. I took deep and shaky breaths. Sir began to pump my penis again. The pain was outweighed by the pleasure with the help of those weird cookies I consumed and with sir's comforting words. Sir kissed my face while he thrusted his thick finger in and out. If I wasn't under the influence of that cookie, I would be asking sir to stop but...I was depending on him for dear life today. I moaned when I got used to his finger. He added another one into my hole, making wet sounds as he massaged my insides. He pressed on something, like a magic button that made me shoot more cum yet I was still aroused.

Sir left his middle finger inside of me, pounding that button aggressively. He wasn't pleasuring himself; he just continued to satisfy my needs with a satisfied smirk.

I reached down, brushing my fingertips against the huge bulge behind his pants.

"Sir...won't you pleasure yourself too?"

His eyes widened. He licked his lips with an amused and devilish expression.

"I would rather have you sane. Don't worry, I'll make sure that you won't be satisfied with fingers alone in the future."

Sir's fingers occupied my rear all day long. There were times when I'd pass out but as soon as I regained consciousness, his fingers would slip back into my hole and impale me again and again. It was tiring but my body craved it. His three fingers made me release a hefty amount of cum that could probably be of use to add to the human population. But contributing to the population explosion wasn't my priority now.

I just wanted sir's fingers inside of me.

I would never be able to look at sir straight in the eyes once I snap out of this lustful haze. So it would be better if I cherish these moments before the shy and dignified Keetan replaces my sex-driven self.

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