Author's Note: I guess somebody is going to be dead after this chapter. 

Trigger Warning for ✞Strong Language, Gore, Violence, Blasphemy✞

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"Why did you betray me?" The profound undertone in Timothy's bizarrely infernal posed question accentuated his sheer despondence and homesickness of not beholding his rare bird for a while. Most of all, he missed her delicately sultry, indisputably warm caresses, grazing his muscles and prickling his epidermis with electrifying goosebumps.

At that moment, the older woman stepped aside to give a larger space to her former boss to enter the small household, his cocksure gait indicating his invincible insensitivity and immunity to any harm. Vague crystalline tears rimmed his brass-mottled gemstones in a bright topaz.

A tempest of emotions spoke into his gemstones, and they were all written across his parchment, unrealistically pallid complexion like a book with widely spread pages.

"It was wrong. Ya were a priest, Timothy!" Bashful timidness punctured the former devotional holy woman's stutter, lurching awkwardly backward and forward on her strawberry-coloured tongue, squinting up her fixated hazelish-brown gems at him after stepping inside the corridor. Venturing his lips to part in the flourishing smug grin, baring his balefully ivory teeth, sheening twilight. "I couldn't be with you unless it was yar decision to leave the church, because of me."

With a slam, the front door was shut promptly and manipulating her spider alabaster fingers to snap locked, subsequently, she meekly ushered Timothy to escort her up to the kitchen.

"Lies on top of lies!" In the meantime, the docile, silent footsteps of the escaped patient echoed sheepishly against the carpeted flooring, following modestly the blonde up to the kitchen after stepping inside, and he seated finely polite on the kitchen table.

"I am not lying. I am just saying the facts!" Suddenly, the younger man ushered his infernally topaz gems to roll coldbloodedly dramatic, mockingly, mewling a grunt under his breath, solely distinctive for him, whereas the older lady was propping on the counter. "Would ya like something to drink?"

"Just a glass of water, please!" His insistence begged for the offered glass of water to be instructed in a jiffy as the blonde swung open the kitchen cabinet, reaching for the rich collection of empty unused glasses. He retrieved a mere glass and thereafter twisted the faucet on, assailing the opulent jet water, splashing the sink's steel surface and pooling up to the rim of the glass with translucent, lukewarm liquid.

"H-How did ya know I am living here?" What aroused abruptly the older lady's childlike inquisitiveness was how the former aspiring Monsignor detected her personal information. Most of all, he nailed her current residence as his brilliant crystal intelligence sparked in his hurricane of thoughts and spellbinding with a spell.

The disinclination, reluctant to be immune to any eloquence in her recently conjugated vowels and syllables in her stammer was instantly detected by the possessed patient. Sensing a modicum of fear, welling in her petite frame shortly after twisting off the faucet and swamping the glass with lukewarm, fresh water and dashing in short versatile steps up to the guest.

The elasticity of the doldrum, muting the background noises in the kitchen and the bracketing rooms which were a couple of yards registering its proximity, stretched both former pious members of the church.

Judy handed the glass of water to the younger man, proffering him a sympathetic, hospitable smile, flattening her lusciously natural roseate lips, sensing the swelling pride and melting temperature of her flimsy heart, due to granted pampering towards her love interest.

"Thank you, my rare bird!" The obscene deepness in his English lilt, accentuating his altruistic expression of gratitude softened his handsome facial attributes, smeared in a scruff with stubble, prickling his gorgeously sharp jaw. Embodying his mangy looks with lacking smartening care to fertilize his epidermis and hair, sent shivers down the blonde's spine of sheer embarrassment, paradoxally hyperbolic pleasure.

Especially when the prominent nickname for his lover was addressed promptly and emphatically.

"For how long have you been living with Kit and Grace?" Even when the possessed inmate played goofy as if he had meager knowledge about her recent lifestyle, situated nowadays, he carded his dancing pristinely strong, meaty fingers around the rim of the glass. He lugged it up to his mouth, his chapped pale-pinkish lips grazing the frail glass whilst managing to swig a mouthful of tiny, humble sips.

"Since the day ya granted me freedom." All of a sudden, the Bostonian managed to push one of the stray chairs to perch her rear and share a sufficient quantity of closeness with Timothy.

Even when his quirkily fishy demeanor characterized his unnaturally deep and daredevil voice timbre along with his brass blemished cabochons that were oblivious for the former pious holy woman, barely detecting the alludes of possession.

Or on the contrary, the genuine notion of the vile essence, dwelling in the caverns of one of the fallen angels' bodies and corrupting its unblemished essence with filthy, hideous ebony and embodying every cell of the evil and its saturating contrast with the light and goodwill.

"Freedom of not being a patient in Briarcliff, which I dearly cherish with every ounce of my heart." Meanwhile, crystalline translucent tears welled in the older woman's caramel brown gems, woeful pity readable overall across her femininely beautifully delicate facial features. Whilst examining in scrutiny her lover's looks and his leaking somber aura, oozing off him.

She was beyond heartbroken and despondent to behold under her gaze the small, mortified and weak inmate of the sinisterly nefarious mental hospital's spawn of his recent occupation.

Because she could see her own mirrored reflection, impersonating her identity just a few months ago when Judy was no longer Sister Jude and losing every ounce of her clerical possessions which she's being stripped of against her will.

In spite of the galore of tribulations they have been through the past weeks and months whether separated or together, Judy wasn't very fond of the staff members' hideous wights of their far-fetched cure methods transmuted him into nothing than an incarnation of the pity, wretchedness and death's uninvited guest.

She would sacrifice every ounce of her body and muscles to go back into the nefarious mental institution and teach them a lesson in the name of love, avenging Timothy's unknown or almost futile institutionalization. It was characterized by far-fetched symptoms with their authors and witnesses.

"You are a magnificent human being and person, Timothy! What the hell they did to ya and transmuted ya into an incarnation of the former me?" A velvety tearfulness punctured her coy whisper while manipulating the palms of her petite, healthily creamy hands to card the former aspiring Monsignor's cheeks, providing him comfort, affection and warmness which was obviously ungifted to him. "I am pretty scared yar suffering twice as much as I did or more. What those bastards granted ya when I wasn't there?"

Her posed questions begged for his immediate rational response whilst one of his colossal weathered hands' strong meaty fingers danced in brace around the rim of the glass, squinting up his smoky quartz, blotched with brightly infernal brass pigment gems. He ushered his Adam apple seething to swig the salty lump, being all ears at the words of the former sister of the church.

"Dr. Arden and Sister Bernadette accused me I was insane and diagnosed me with schizophrenia even though I spent sleepless days and nights!" A heavy sigh plunked his rib cage with fresh oxygen, unwrapping exquisitely his virginally masculine delicate fingers from the glass. Ushering his mammoth, amusingly frosty hands to claw the soft calloused knuckles of his lover, pinning them with extra weight.

"There weren't any behavioral hints of my insanity or at least the mental illness they sentenced me. I was overwhelmed through the whole month just shortly after your release. I couldn't think clearly and rationally. I never murdered anybody to be accused of insanity." The quietly rustproof sobs broke the blonde's facial expression, sweeping off the mirth which once adorned vibrantly every segment of her anatomy. Palming his well-sculptured alabaster cheeks as her fingers trailed gently graceful his cheekbones.

Judy tendered a benevolently radiant, reliable smile, curling up in her mouth, even though the woeful nuances, painted her smile.

"But a sudden supernatural power had gotten into me and I taught a lesson to some of the orderlies when they were getting rid of my clothes for the hydrotherapy bathtub and some staff members when it's finally bedtime for the patients."

"Ya don't deserve the hell which those leery bastards have given to ya. At any cost!"

"It is my nemesis for what I did to you and stripping you off from your possessions. You deserve much better," After yanking the glass of cool water from the kitchen table and lifting it to bring it beside his mouth, to swig a handful of wee, innocent sips, hydrating his organs.

He discarded one of his hands from his rare bird's and took her both petite, femininely dainty hands into his, kneading with the digits of his fingers in clumsily sluggish pace the brittle knuckles' highlands, admiring the femininity in her anatomy, structuring her one of a kind physique.

God's dexterous hands carving and mastering her Achilles' Heel physique for every man whether young or old even enticing eye candy for his monstrous serpentine, imbibing the insatiable charm and grace into her physical looks.

"Jude! That is God's punishment for my sins and mistakes that are far from forgiving."

"Never forget for whose arranged release and freedom yar actually responsible for! Never and ever!" The haphazardness of slopping their foreheads, resting on each other's weight in a tandem waltz, vaguely brushing each other's intricately soft facial skin.

Locking up one another's ogles until Judy's caramel brown jewels wrenched widened in extensive stupefaction at the sight of deftly changeable embers' pigments from the familiar, soothingly warm pools of profound chocolate brown into the foreign, coldheartedly bloodthirsty, egregious citrine daredevil sanctums of unsacredness and demise.

"I am also partly responsible for this. Ya remember, don't ya?"

As soon as the vibrantly sheening citrine nuances arrayed his big, round crystals, glimmering the brightest beryl, casting its ray perpendicularly, a ferociously aggressive, extraneous growl rolled out of the tip of the younger man's berry-coloured, wet tongue.

Subsequently, the blonde retired with a handful of inches, ditching her hands from his grip, flinching and reclining backward on her chair, verging sloppily to slump heavily on the kitchen flooring, parting her lips in a wide O.

"You are the one who didn't even bother to walk away from the asylum with the lovey doveys when I wanted to speak to you."

Thereafter, the British compatriot registered his colossal, veiny milky hands to cast a spell a sequence of splintering the recent furniture on which Judy was seating.

Fortunately, she lifted her rear from the cozy surface just before landing on her lower back on the chilly floor, elaborating breathily idle pants and gritting her teeth intimidating, registering a strenuous stance, connoting her self-defensive attitude.

"Just for a minute!"

Fashioning into a balled fist and forcefully slamming the dining table with the slight wince of the liquid from the supportive glassware artifact. Consequently, he honed the sharpness of his glare, an acerbically skeptical shot at the former sleazy nightclub singer, straightening her posture and attempting to compose her muscles and bones, even though the intensifying rumpus where she's victimized.

"To turn your back to face me after I called your name! Kit and Grace told you I needed to tell you something but you just minded your own business." Abruptly, the young man straightened his posture from the kitchen table and commenced to approach with each step his rare bird, whose proximity was unchangeable when she withdrew backward with an inch at least. A generous layer of perspiration thickly, marvelously coated her eyebrows' cusp, quizzically arching a dark thin eyebrow.

"Where your mind was then? Don't you ever dare to lie to me or exaggerate anything that has to do with our story then!" The menacing highlight of his strawberry-coloured wet tongue conjugated, spilled venomous locution whilst Judy's heartbeat rapidly rabid increased and thudded vehemently into her ears and bony rib cage.

"W-Why yar doing this? Why are ya even thinking this way?" The sharp exhale's haphazardness sailed and hauled with a great deal of effort from her chest, flumping backward, reclining against the counter's drawers. Stoicism roughly granulated her facial attributes, enduring the severe physical and mental agony, afflicting her bones, muscles and cells with a puny quantity of time to nimbly evincing her reactions before it was too late. "Is it to punish me?"

"No, I am not punishing you, Jude!"

"This is punitive is what this is. We have forgiven each other. Happily! I am happily having a fresh start. I am just happy." In the meanwhile, her hazelish-brown jewels flamed brutal honesty, primly baleful with a medley of compassion, stoicism and angst, swallowing hard. "We are just,"

Then, the former priest seized his chapped pale-pinkish lips in a thoughtful emphatic purse, hunkering down past his lover's reclining body, locking up with her teary gaze.

"I love you, Timothy, and I would do anything for ya! Would ya even consider," The leaked revelation tore off both former members of the clergy's hearts on glassily mineral segments, shattered randomly. She daubed with her elbow the twin heavy rain pouring on her porcelain, still elderly youthful complexion.

"Ya come in here, and you wave your diabolic yellow cabochons, smelling of dangers and trouble in my face, when you would never be capable of hurting any female or me." Indicating herself with her spidery palish fingers on her chest, fingering and tipping her pajama's fabric, whereas Timothy rolled his moons teasingly devilish and flaring his nostrils ferociously furious as adrenaline pulsated into his tall figure.

"There is your word and there is my word. And you know perfectly well, I know you personally well to assimilate yar mannerism and what yar intentions actually are."

"You are a liar!"

"No! What...How...What?" Inhaling the pungent reek of heavy medicaments, urine and mold, wafting past her flexible button nose, a series of stutters stubbornly defected her syllables and vowels, troubling to drip from her tongue tip. She snapped shut her eyelids for a split-second until they stung and widened in bewildering shock, mirroring her apprehension and nonplus crystally clear.

"Yeah! How else could I detect your lies, indicated in your actions, taking their place a month ago?" Meanwhile, the possessed inmate moistened his dryly cracked, baby-pinkish lips after spiraling vertically his tongue to sponge his lower and upper lip. "Your selfishness! Your fears!" The former licentious jazz nightclub singer managed to daub her last drying tears with her digits hesitantly nimble.

She snatched her lower lip between her front creamy-coloured teeth, nipping the delicate skin of its raw spot.

"Your broken promises?" The elasticity of the doldrum's tissue stretching both adults' dilemma manufactured a foreign gasp, elaborated at the top of the older lady's brittle lungs. "No! Oh my God, Jude! Empty words?"

"It is rather my selflessness. I knew so far that yar were tremendously dedicated to your golden ambition to become a Cardinal and then a Pope! But I am not a liar."

"Oh! Per se,"

"Listen to me, Timothy!" All of a sudden, the British compatriot straightened his posture and composed it nonchalantly as if nothing wrong had happened, objecting series of speculative theories behind the intensifying atmosphere, troubling both former members of the church. "No! Listen! No!"

The advancement of her decibels tingled alarming tones into Timothy's ears, averting his glare for a split-second from his rara avis, inhaling and then exhaling subtly.

"There is only one truth, and we both know it, okay? It is complicated, all right? So, please, let's adjust our diplomacy like grown adults! Nobody is going to be hurt." When his topaz minerals glistened the brightest ray and landed into a scintillating glare whilst gritting maliciously his teeth, he manufactured his mammoth virginal hands into balled fists, lingering his obviously peeved frown flattening his pair of cherub lips.

"I am gonna make you a deal, Judy!" In the interim, the younger man ushered his hands to hex invincible telekinesis on the older woman and effortlessly, slothfully levitated her petite frame, stilling the hex just before finishing his utterance. "I won't hurt Kit or Grace or anybody if you grant your soul to the devil!"

As soon as the older woman shook her head in dismissing the offer to vend her soul to the vile' spawns, to liberate from imperil her recent sole friends from the daredevil dilemma, meantime, gesticulated with a single arm horizontally and spellbinding the telekinetic power to trash Judy against the kitchen's window.

Throughout thudding the window's slew glassy fragments vitiating her reclined petite frame against the wall and her spine supporting her helplessly seated posture, bleating a series of scrannel ugly whimpers. Almost distinctive for her and the possessed former man of the cloth. Wonderfully patchy bleeding slits and bruises glinted scarlet miniature vista at the sight of Timothy, ambling up to his lover in a cocksure gait.

"The more you reject this offer, my rare bird, the more you and your beloved friends will suffer!" Hooking her trembling fingers clumsily around her bleeding wrist, she lowered shamefacedly her jaded eyeing to the scraps of shattered glass segments, pronging her delicate flesh.

"Holy Jesus! N-Never!" Blatant groans skidding her tongue tip whilst panting and trying to perch her toes on the kitchen floor and dash to her bedroom to retrieve the Holy Bible, reciting in a murmur the prayers. "Ya aren't Timothy who I ideally know! Yar a monster and the devil that controls him."

In the meanwhile, the Bostonian hopped out of the countertop, stolidity patched her porcelain, pallid complexion, dashing out of the kitchen in no time and her pace's calculation interpreted in humdrum drums, resembling an elephant's footsteps.

"I am never going to sell my fucking soul for the sake of the evil just to make sure anybody is safe because of this finely pointless offer." After blocking the with a chair the door, to diminish the chances of the uninvited guest breaking into the guest's room abruptly, the middle-aged lady scurried up to the right nightstand, rummaging through the top drawer for the Holy Bible and rosary beads.

They were leftovers of Kit's heritage from his parents. They were sufficiently pious to attend the church once a week and grant their son ample hallowed equipment for prayers and casting away the vile spirits from the small household.

Once the rosary beads danced in braces around her fingers and sitting on her double bed, spreading widely the Holy Bible's pages and flipping the pages with inked paragraphs, embroidered to the flimsy pages. The former holy man scurried up to the guests' room, stepping beside and maneuvering his hands to perform mind control and telekinesis on his recent target. Jude.

"No!" All of a sudden, the leather, thick Holy Bible's flipped cover flumped and pinned the former religious woman of the cloth's dainty marbled fingers, while ushering the dancing brace of rosary beads circa her fingers to uncurl and opt to suffocate herself.

Per se, tugging headstrongly the hallowed chaplet perpendicularly, chewing on her tongue. Vowels and syllables waltzed in twain in her oral caverns, barely constructing a rational utterance.

The maniacally infernal, deep chuckle with its owner suffocated the nocturnal midnight silence and eavesdropping the stirring young couple, emanating from the bedroom they shared together for more than a month. They intended to check the ruckus's sequence until their door clicked shut, incapable of fleeing their romantic sanctuary.

"You know neither the baloney paged up in the Bible, nor the rosary will help you now, dear Judy! In a New York minute, everything will end delightfully." His uncanny telekinetic mastery authoritatively was loitering the tight grasp of the chaplet yet. Whereas the Bostonian mewled series of blatantly blathers with no specific modicum of sense, spotlighting the words and combating dyslectic vowels and syllables.

Meanwhile, the patient lingered the mind control and leaked every ounce of her hurricane of thoughts and intentions, throughout miring them irreparably with the Holy Bible dropping clumsily on her feet and grazing with its solid leather covering her vulnerably petite toes.

Thereafter, her figure levitated upward to the ceiling after mischievously wounding and weakening her physique with desperate crying stamina for rest and supplies to congeal. Within half a minute keeping the manipulation of the elaborating conjurations, his fingertips flickered up beginnings of tiny, citrine flames, igniting the delicate pallid skin of his digits.

"Release me!"

"A te, de l'essere Principio immenso, Materia e spirito, Ragione e senso," The prologue of the Hymn of Satan's prayer fell from Timothy's masculinely plumpish, baby-pinkish lips, sitting on his knees in performing the fiendish ritual of Satan's hymn and summoning the ignition of his rara avis's fiery blanket to swaddle her muscles and dissolving her from muscles until her bones were dumped as remnants.

A smugly supercilious, scintillating grin curved his lips straddling them in the ivory enamel exposure, wrenching shut his eyelids.

"Mentre ne' calici, Il vin scintilla, Si'come l'anima, Ne la pupilla,"

In the interval, inevitably iniquitous flames kindled the former nun's body on the ceiling and crying out loud for help.

"Help me!"

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✞ Even if possessed Timothy hurt the innocent Jude, yet do you think she is prone to forgive him? ✞

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Author's Note: I know how many people despise me, due to this brutal cliffhanger, nevertheless, it's never too late to enchant with some pain and torture the characters. Furtermore, if you aren't familiar with Latin, subsequently the Hymn of Satan's translation from Latin into English is this:

To you, creation's

mighty principle,

matter and spirit

reason and sense

Whilst the wine

sparkles in cups

like the soul

in the eye