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Damien Thorn sat in the altar room all alone after his first time addressing his congregation. He stood up to slide off his black hooded cloak to reveal his naked body. He could hear the delightful chants of kill Richard as Ann and Paul fucked in the secret annex as the rest of them held each other's hands in a circle. Damien took off his palladium pentagram necklace, a modest offering from the group. He wrapped the necklace around his finger and sat on one of the pews to masturbate over the image of his "cousin" Mark Thorn. He was safely at a Cubs game with some classmates from Davidson while Damien stayed home under the guise of "homework". The harder he pummeled himself the harder Ann and Paul fucked in the next room.
Many in the upper tiers respectfully warned that Mark was a liability and that important decisions needed to be made regarding him. Damien stated that the subject of Mark Thorn was off limits, even with Ann, unless it was something about the day to day minutiae, Damien did not want to hear it.
As he climaxed, he let out a small groan of pleasure as Paul and Ann did the same. He looked down to see his penis temporarily branded with the pentagram that he was holding.
Ave Satani indeed.
With his mind's eye Damien saw them all, all cloaked, hoods up bowing towards the chapel with only the concrete wall separating them. He heard their voices say in unison.
Hail Satan! Hail his beautiful son, Damien Thorn. We love and worship thee. We love you, Chosen One. We will die for you, Lord Damien. Guide Us to what awaits!
Damien turned his lips upward and put his hand on the wall making the secret annex sway back and forth.
Before you retire for the evening. You may use the indoor pool for your group orgy. Except Paul and Ann. Buher, keep watch for Mark's return, make sure that he gets to his room safely and Ann...my whore of Babylon, you are going to pack a bag and meet Richard at the airport and go to the lakehouse for a fuck session.
Yes, my Lord. They stated in unison.
Damien stayed in the private chapel until everyone took the hidden back steps out of the secret annex.
He blew out the lone black candle that was by the door.
"Ave Satani, Father."
Damien felt immense satisfaction watching everyone leave. Buher made sure that Mark made it upstairs while Murray sped off with Ann in the limousine in the carport.
He walked upstairs and saw Mark sleeping in his bed, too tired to take off his clothes. He took a white candle out of the drawer and put it in the Thorn globe candleholder.
My beautiful Father, I apologize for the white candle, bless this with your evil intent, that Mark Thorn will join us. For he and forever will be….
Damien made the flame with his mind's eye as he let the matchbook fall on the dresser. Gazing into the flame as Mark started to take off his pants and masturbate in his sleep, Damien finished his thoughts,
...For he and forever will be
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