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Love-TheCuteOverlord

Dante stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans the memory still haunted him and it had taken him forever to even get to a level of normal. He sighed before he eyed his best friend as he waited for her to enlighten him on his drag name that she wrote down for him. Sherri's grin stretched and her plump lips suddenly looked thin, giving her a Cheshire cat quality- something both her boyfriend and best friend found creepy. "I have named you my dear, Persephone Nova."

Dante couldn't help but giggle even though he would never admit it; Sherri had taken the name of a Greek goddess and the word for a star system and turned it into a drag name. He knew other queens often did interesting and weird names-sometimes it's only one word. It could range from sexual to mundane, Hell even to the downright freaky. But this name Dante could work with, it was both classical and interesting. Nathan just chuckled as he stood up after looking at the time on his phone and gently pushing his girlfriend off his lap. He bent down and pressed a quick kiss to Sherri's forehead before ruffling Dante's hair much to the shorter male's annoyance. "I'll see you two later, I gotta get to the bar to help set up before the first shift starts."

Nathan worked as a bouncer for the biggest club in their sleepy little town; he got a job there part time to pay for half of the bills for his and Sherri's small apartment that they shared. Dante also knew that Nathan was saving up for a special something that would make Sherri's next year or so amazing. He was saving up for a ring to propose with, Dante had offered to help him but being the man that his Nathan refused the help. Dante was excited for his best friend and couldn't wait for Nathan to pop the question; he wanted to throw them a party afterwards since they have been his friends since high school. He knew Sherri would say yes, she had been dropping hints for the past two years after she got her bottom half "fixed" as she would say. Being the sweetheart that he was Nathan had asked him what he thought of it and Dante was quick to assure him that his support was all Nathan's without a second thought. Sherri blew air in his ear and Dante jumped in surprise at the weird sensation. "What the hell?"

"Sorry but I had to, besides I need to tell you about something."

"If you're talking about the killings that happened over in Louisiana I know." Dante said with a bitter tone. He couldn't believe some asshole had killed seven drag queens, all of the killings following the seven deadly sins and each death was just as brutal as the last. The first victim had been found naked; his penis cut off and shoved inside his own rectum with his chest cut up like a turkey on Thanksgiving. His ribs visible and his intestines were slung across his hips like a skirt, and the blood had stained the victim's skin a deep red. The wig he wore for his drag had been stitched to his head before he died and his fake nails were in his eyeballs. Across his back strips of flesh and been stripped away as if he had been flogged without mercy, the torn and ruined skin had laid around his body with blood splattered on the walls. The reports said you could see the flesh around his wrists tearing from him trying to escape his torture along with tear stains that cleared a path through his makeup. Above him written in his own blood was Romans 1:27, as was the way with each other death. After that the deaths just kept adding up until they reached their peak at number seven. He couldn't believe that some people were that sick in the head to do that sort of thing to another person, no matter their gender or sexuality. It made him sick to the stomach and in some twisted way he was happy, happy that the killer was all the way another state. Far from him and his friends, the idea of the killer being in their small Texas town made sent a shiver down his spine.

The Sinner gazed fondly at the pictures from his past cleansings, each just as beautiful and worthy as the last after he was done with them. He remembered the way they parade their sins as if they were a badge of honor to flaunt to all to see with some devilish sense of pride. He growled to himself when his body reacted to his memory, their sinfully bodies had called to him, taunting and begging for him to make them pure. For him to partake in his own desires of the flesh, he groaned as he felt his manhood strain against his jeans and quickly placed the pictures away. In their special place in his Bible before going to discipline himself for his lord and savior, he picked up the blood stained flog before kneeling before his alter. The son of God gazed at him from his place on his cross, the mournful eyes of his lord made a pit form in his heart. He couldn't allow his own selfish needs get in the way of the mission his Father had given him. No, he would ignore his sinful body and obey his one and only God. He bowed his head in respect before slipping his shirt over his head, exposing a scared back. Chunks of missing flesh left dents in the muscular back and the discolored scars turned his back into a patch work of pain. The first lashing elicited a moan of painful pleasure, blood started to leak from his wounds as he kept going. He could feel the tight coil in his stomach wind up before he released into his jeans, the moan that escaped his lips made his body quiver as he slumped over begging for his lord's forgiveness at his weakness. He stood up on shaky legs and with a confident grin on his face he strolled over to his bathroom; he quickly stripped ignoring the sticky liquid that covered most of his crouch. He turned on the water, allowing it to be as cold as possible before he stood under the strong stream of icy water. The scared man gritted his teeth as his wounds stung in protest and his hair stood on their ends as the water shocked his system. He leaned his forehead against the cool tile of his shower, at his feet the pink tinted water swirled under the drain. He gazed down at his body as the rose colored water slid down his body. As he saw his own manhood he sneered, if only his body didn't fight against the law of his lord. The sin of his flesh forced him into shame and hatred for himself for not being able to change. "Our Lord who art in Heaven hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come on earth as in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass…"

The sound of his voice was overpowered by the steady stream of the water that rushed past his ears and he sighed in complete peace as he felt his Lord's love all around him. Soon his God's law would be enforced to its full extent.