Buenos Aires, Argentina
Three beautiful ladies walked through the streets of Buenos Aires as they did heads turned to watch them, looks of admiration, jealousy, and lust crossed their faces as they watched them pass. It was understandable though as these weren't just any ordinary ladies these women were succubi sent to Earth by Asmodeus to tempt humans into the sin of lust.
The one on the left was named Isabella, she had long brown hair and wore a pink blouse with half the buttons unbuttoned showing a decent amount of cleavage, and skinny jeans showing off her lovely legs. The one on the right was named Lucia she had long blond hair and fair skin, she wore a cherry red tube top that barely contained her large breasts and wore a pair of short shorts that showed off her perfect ass. In the middle was the leader of this little group, her name was Catalina Bellini. She had an olive complexion and wavy black hair with red highlights that framed her gorgeous face. Catalina wore a black dress with a low neckline that showed a tasteful amount of cleavage, the dress stopped at her thighs showing off her long, beautiful legs, and hugged her curves showing off her lovely posterior.
Catalina and her friends were not here on Earth for fun, well they were there for that but mostly they were working. Their job was to entice humans into sins of lust so that their souls would be damned to Hell for all eternity. Each one had a different type of person they liked to go after, Isabella liked to seduce virgins, specifically those who were saving themselves for marriage or were preserving it for purity's sake. Lucia was a homewrecker and proud of it she loved to seduce married men and women, and she also enjoyed sending pictures of the affair to her lover's spouses and seeing the marriages implode. Catalina on the other hand had a different prey, she enjoyed seducing holy men, Priests, Bishops, and Cardinals any man or woman of God was her favorite target predominantly Catholic ones as they had vows of chastity and getting them to break them was a huge win for her.
The three ladies entered a bar, and as they did half the customers and staff turned to stare at them, making their way to the counter where the ladies ordered their drinks. After a minute the bartender made them and set them down in front of them.
"So how will you ladies be paying?" he asked, Lucia pulled down her top giving the bartender a generous view of her tits.
"That works," he said happily walking off to help someone else.
"Well, that was a good day's work," Isabella stated, sipping her drink.
"How many cherries did you pop today?" Lucia asked.
"Seven, four guys and three girls," she explained turning to face her friend.
"So how many marriages did you fuck up?" Isabella asked the blond succubus.
"Five I'm sending the last picture now," she tapped her phone, smiling devilishly. Catalina rolled her eyes, she turned away from her compatriots when suddenly something, or more specifically someone caught her eye.
At the other end of the bar was a young priest probably in his early twenties he was wearing the traditional black robes of the Catholic faith. He had black hair combed back and cut short on the sides; he was cute in kind of a boyish way. The priest sat at a table diligently reading through a bible and drinking a glass of wine. Catalina was captivated by the sight of him not only was he pretty cute, but he was also a devout Christian the perfect target for corruption.
"Catalina!" the succubus was pulled from her trance by Lucia calling her name.
"Por Satan que!?" she asked annoyed and a little embarrassed at having been caught ogling.
"We want to know if you're ready to head back home now?" Lucia asked, not sure why the usual calm and cool Catalina was suddenly so flustered.
"Uh you guys can head back I got something I need to take care of," Catalina said getting up from her seat and heading to the other end of the bar.
"Like what?" Lucia asked after her then noticed the priest on the other side of the room.
"Ohh, good luck bitch!" Lucia yelled as she and Isabella got up and left the bar.
Francesco flipped through the Old Testament looking for passages he could focus on for his sermon this Sunday. Taking a sip of his wine he continued to read through until he came upon Leviticus.
"Huh this could work," he mumbled to himself as he began taking notes on a piece of scrap paper he had on the table. As Francesco began taking notes, Catalina made it to his table and took a set right across from him.
She sat there with a smile on her face waiting for Francesco to notice her, but he didn't, he didn't even look up from his notes, Catalina scowled and cleared her throat. Startled Francesco looked up from his notes and noticed the pretty lady sitting in front of him.
"Ohh my apologies senorita, I was lost in my thoughts," he explained in clear but accented Spanish blushing in embarrassment, Catalina smiled finding him adorable.
Suddenly Catalina caught a whiff of his scent, as demons of lust Succubi were able to detect virgins by their scent and his virgin scent was strong, he's never had sex hell she could tell her never even jerked off before.
So pure and repressed, I must sully him, Catalina thought, trying not to drool.
"Oh, don't worry Father I'm not mad," Catalina explained in a silky tone of voice.
"Ahh good how may I help you today?" Francesco asked happily assuming that she needed help with something or wanted to ask him questions as that's why most people approach priests in public.
"Oh, I just thought that you could use some company," Catalina answered a warm smile on her face. Francesco's smile widened.
"Ahh well, I welcome the company then!" the priest said happily, Catalina's smiled at his joy.
"May I ask what you're doing Father?" she asked leaning forward to get a better look at his writing, as she did Francesco was given a good look at her breasts.
Francesco immediately looked away, a blush spreading across his face, hoping Catalina did not notice, unfortunately for him she did. But Catalina was not mad, she was pleased with the attention it meant her natural demonic charm was working.
He's so innocent, I can't wait to destroy that innocence, she thought to herself deviously.
"Ohh I'm planning my next sermon, I'm here at a bar because I thought a good drink would help with my planning," he explained lifting his glass.
"Ahh, I see so what are going to talk about?" Catalina asked feigning curiosity.
"Ohh I was planning on doing something from Leviticus," he stated holding up his bible and showing her the passage, unfortunately for Catalina, it was in Latin which she didn't speak or read, suddenly Catalina got an idea.
"You know I got a better passage you could use," Catalina stated.
"Really which one?" Francesco asked curious to hear what she felt was a better idea for a sermon, Catalina gave him an odd look.
"Genesis 39: 5-20," she explained, Francesco looked surprised, he knew that passage well he knew most passages of the bible well, not as well as his brother Antonio mind you he had the whole bible memorized, but Francesco knew most of it well enough.
"The story Joseph and Zuleikha?" he stated surprised Catalina nodded her head.
"It's a fine story is it not?" she asked, her voice once again sounding silky.
"It's something alright," Francesco said nervously, he had never liked that story it made him uncomfortable especially how Zuleikha continuously made advances on Joseph even though he made it clear he wasn't interested in her.
"Why do you suggest this tale if I may ask?" Francesco questioned Catalina, the beautiful woman sent him a passionate look, Francesco gulped.
"Because it is a story of lust and passion, a story of the desire of the flesh, the desire to indulge in one's hunger and sate themselves," Catalina explained leaning forward giving Francesco another good look at her breasts, Francesco gulped again.
Personally, Catalina thought Joseph was a fool for not sleeping with Zuleikha and that he deserved to be locked in prison for his stupidity. All Succubi were taught this story, it taught them the dangers of rejecting your lustful desires and not giving in to your urges, when one was willing to give themselves to you, you must take it, to reject it was to invite folly and destruction.
"It… certainly is," Francesco said sounding uncomfortable, Catalina mistook this discomfort for nervousness and swooped in for the kill.
"How about we leave, we can talk more about this story and its lessons… in private?" she asked her voice taking on a sultry tone, and put her hand on his.
Now Francesco wasn't the smartest guy on the block, but he knew a sexual proposition when he heard one, feeling his skin crawl the young priest immediately pulled his hand away much to Catalina's surprise.
"Thank you for the offer but I must be going now," Francesco said nervously putting a couple of Pesos on the table and leaving the bar with his things.
Catalina watched him leave, a look of utter shock plastered on her beautiful face, her mind working at a million miles per hour trying to comprehend what had just happened.
The next day, Lust Ring,
Inside a fancy apartment in the Capital City of Salacious Catalina and her friends sat on a couch both Isabella and Lucia listened to Catalina talk about her experience after they left Earth.
"So, I go in and offer to talk more about the story in private, I lean in giving him a peak at the goods and everything, and then he just gets up and leaves I mean seriously, I'm basically offering it to him on a silver platter and he says no!" Catalina explains to her friends who look just as surprised as her.
"Wait seriously he didn't go for it?" Lucia asked, confused at how someone could turn down anyone as hot as Catalina.
"Nope I mean I saw him staring I know he wanted it, but he just got up and left," Catalina replied to her friend.
"Huh, when was the last time that happened?" Isabella asked, having a hard time remembering the last time Catalina was rejected.
"That one Bishop in Barcelona, but that doesn't count since he was gay," Catalina explained.
"So, what now we got to go back to Earth again next week, you gonna try again?" Lucia asked her friend.
"You bet your sweet ass I'm gonna try again, no way am I letting a cute virgin like him get away from me!" Catalina said a determined glint in her eye as she already began making plans to successfully seduce the prudish priest.
Sunday, Church of the Sacred Virgin Mary, Buenos Aires, Argentina,
"'When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them, The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself,' "Francesco read the line of Leviticus to his congregation.
Buenos Aires was a very diverse city, its population was made up of Europeans, Mestizos, Africans, and even Asians, and many of those different races and ethnic groups attended his church. Most of his flock were accepting of these foreigners and those of different racial and ethnic backgrounds some though, were not and he had heard whispers and seen dirty looks, hell he'd received them a few times himself, but it was less than what others got since he was an Italian a cousin to the typical Spanish and Portuguese blood of South America.
"You see my flock despite what others say the good book of the Lord does not justify disdain for the foreigner, in fact as you just heard it says the opposite, the Bible tells us that we must love our neighbor, we must love those from foreign lands who settle among," Francesco said out to his congregation which filled the pews.
As he scanned the pews, he noticed Augusta sitting in the front row dutifully paying attention to his sermon and actively taking notes on what he said. As he continued to scan the crowd he noticed a familiar face, she was a beautiful woman with an olive complexion and black hair with red highlights. She wore a dress that while not exactly scandalous was a bit too revealing for Francesco's sake.
Dio in Paradiso, not you again, Francesco thought to himself nervously, upon noticing him looking at her the woman waved and then blew him a kiss, Francesco gulped uncomfortably but continued with his sermon.
When the sermon ended many of the Congregationalists began to file out of the church one after the other, but not Catalina she stayed in her seat waiting for the crowd to clear out so she could get to Francesco. Sitting in this church made her very uncomfortable, normally she didn't have a difficult time entering a house of God since most of them were led by corrupt priests who didn't practice what they preached but this one was different. When she first tried to enter, she found that she couldn't every time she tried to walk past the threshold, she would feel a burning sensation this meant that Francesco genuinely believed in his faith and stood by its teachings, this only made Catalina want him even more. Using the blessing of Asmodeus Catalina could give herself temporary protection from the power of the church long enough to enter and desecrate it. She rubbed the small amethyst ring on her finger, it was her Asmodian crystal it not only provided her disguise but also opened portals and currently helped keep the blessing in place.
As the people filed out Catalina saw Francesco talking with a young nun, a cute one with pale skin, bright blue eyes, and a decent rack. As they talked Catalina saw how the nun looked at Francesco, she saw love and even some lust in her eyes, and if not mistaken thought she saw some in Francesco's too.
Perfect, I can get them both into bed and take two Vcards for the price of one! Catalina thought to herself excitedly, all she had to do was seduce one and the other would follow and by the way they looked at each other they would follow.
"Wow that was such a great sermon, sir, I could feel the compassion and tolerance radiating from your words," Augusta stated excitedly, Looking at Francesco with wide eyes.
"Thank you I just hope that the others will listen to what I've said and take them to heart," Francesco replied a worried look on his face.
"They will I know they will, you have a passion when you deliver your sermons, when you preach the word of the Lord people listen, people believe, and they will take what you said to heart your amazing sir!" Augusta nearly yelled leaning in closer to the Priest, Francesco blushed he was never one for flattery.
"I'm just a priest Augusta, nothing special," he stated humbly.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," a familiar warm silky voice replied to his statement, Francesco gulped and turned around seeing the black-haired woman from last week.
"Ohh hello there uhh my apologies, but I never got your name," he said nervously.
"Ohh how silly of me, my name is Catalina Bellini," she stated with a smile.
"Ahh well my name is Francesco Provenza," he said holding out his hand, Catalina took it as they shook hands Catalina's eyes were drawn to the nun at his right who couldn't take her eyes off her.
"And who is this little cutie?" Catalina asked as she let go of Francesco's hand and approached the nun.
"Hallo, m-mein Name ist Augusta Schmitt," Augusta said nervously in her native German.
"Hmm a pretty name for a pretty girl," Catalina said cupping Augusta's chin and looking into her ice-blue eyes, the young nun blushed, her pale face turning bright red.
Catalina wasn't surprised this kind of thing always happened to humans around succubi, and not just because of their good looks but her kind had a strong aura, one that made most humans fall into a state of lust and desire.
It's working on her but why didn't it work on him? Catalina thought to herself but quickly pushed it away, some humans were more difficult to influence than others all succubi and incubi knew that.
Suddenly Augusta pulled away and hid behind Francesco, who looked annoyed at her.
"May I ask why you are here Ms. Bellini?" he asked his voice still polite, but she could feel some frustration in his tone.
"Ohh after what happened last week, I just thought to check in on you, you left the bar awfully fast and I was worried something was wrong," she said in a compassionate tone, she wanted to come off as caring and sweet.
I was trying to get away from you and your attempt at seduction, Francesco thought to himself, wishing she hadn't found his church.
"Ahh well, that's nice of you thank you for your concern," Francesco said still trying to sound polite.
"But of course, I'm a very loving person, willing to help and comfort people through anything," Catalina said butting extra emphasis on some of her words, Francesco gulped Catalina smile.
Good, it's working, the succubi thought to herself. Taking advantage Catalina moved in closer to Francesco.
"How about we go back to your place Father, I can show you how loving and comforting I can be, your little nun can come too?" she asked in a sultry tone wrapping her arms around Francesco and pressing her breasts against his chest.
Catalina leaned in for a kiss but was suddenly pushed off by Francesco who she found was much stronger than he looked.
"Thank you for the offer but I must again decline, as a man of God I have sworn to forsake all pleasures of the flesh and this goes for my friend here as well," Francesco stated sternly patting Augusta on the shoulder, the nun shook her head in agreement but was still red in the face.
"Ohh come on I'm sure God won't notice one night of fun," Catalina stated dumbfounded by another failure to seduce the priest.
"I think we're done here," Francesco flatly stated, pushing past Catalina, and heading for the door, Augusta following behind him.
"Ohh it's one now Puta," Catalina muttered to herself clenching her fists, she had just been turned down twice, no way in hell was she going to stand for this, this wasn't about sex now this was about pride, and she was not going to let this insult to her pride go.
Back at Francesco's house,
The minute Augusta stepped through the front door into the living room of the house she immediately fell to her knees and began crying.
"Mio Dio Augusta what's wrong?!" Francesco asked, worried that Catalina had done something to the girl.
"Es tut mir leid, es tut mir so leid!" she shouted through her tears.
"Sorry? What are you sorry about?" the priest asked confused at his companion's response.
"I allowed that verdammte Hure to tempt me, I allowed myself to feel lust, I actually thought about," she stopped once again devolving into a mess of tears, Francesco pulled the woman into a hug.
"I'm a terrible perverse woman," she muttered through her tears.
"No, you are not, we all feel lust from time to time we all feel tempted," he said gently rubbing her back.
"You're just saying that," she replied to his attempt to comfort him.
"No I'm not, everyone is tempted to sin, hell even I was tempted," he said, this got Augusta's attention as she immediately pulled her face out of her hands and looked at Francesco with bloodshot eyes.
"Y-you but how you're a perfect you're a pure holy soul no way one like you could be tempted to sin!?" she asked, not believing him.
"I'm just a man Augusta, nothing more, and all men are tempted to sin many give in but you didn't you resisted Asmodeus's pull and stayed strong to your vows and for that, I am proud of you," he explained putting both hands on her shoulders and giving her a warm smile. Augusta's eyes began to water again as she hugged Francesco.
"Thank you, master," she said happily, Francesco gritted his teeth at that word but didn't say anything.
"No problem," he replied suddenly Augusta pulled away from him pulled out her notebook and pen and began writing.
"What are you doing?" he asked confused.
Taking down your words of wisdom sir as your first disciple it is my job to act as your scribe and record all of your teachings to be printed in your future gospel," she said excitedly as she continued to write.
Francesco pinched the bridge of his nose, she still thought he was a prophet, he was gonna have to work on that.
Monday, Church of the Sacred Virgin Mary,
Francesco poured water over little Roman Porfirio Monte's head as he muttered the familiar prayer.
"Roman Porfirio Monte, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit," the infant did not stir or cry if anything it seemed content with the situation basking in the glory of God. He finished the prayer as he finished pouring the water on the infant's head. Once done he handed the infant back to his parents.
Federico Monte and his wife Luisa Monte were a young couple, married for over five years, Francesco officiated their wedding and was proud to be performing the baptism for their first child. Roman was quickly swaddled in white cloth and the acolytes lit candles to symbolize the light of God, then they all bowed their heads in prayer. As the people in the church prayed to the lord, they were unaware of three women standing across the street from the church.
"Catalina, why the fuck are we here?" Isabella asked annoyed, putting her hands on her hips. The succubus looked at her friend who was transfixed on the church across the road.
"Yeah, are you still mad that that priest turned you down?" Lucia asked who, like Isabella was not happy with her friend's behavior. Catalina immediately turned to look at her friend with a look of intense anger on her face.
"He turned me down twice! No one turns down Catalina Bellini, especially not twice! I'm going to get that cute bastard in bed no matter what," she yelled at her friend her voice filled with fury, Lucia stepped back startled by Catalina's reaction.
"Hey, calm down no need to freak out here," Isabella said stepping between the two, Catalina took a deep breath.
"You're right I'm sorry it's just I've never had a challenge like this before, never met a priest so pious as him, I'm going to sully that purity mark my words," Catalina said sounding much calmer but no less determined.
"Got a plan?" Isabella asked, crossing her arms.
"Ohh yeah, thanks to our skills we were able to find out where Francesco lives, let's just say he's gonna have a surprise waiting for him once he gets home," Catalina explained an evil smile spreading across her face.
Two hours later,
Francesco and Augusta walked down the street toward the home their home, the baptism was over and left both of them in a good mood. Francesco always enjoyed baptisms, especially the baptism of infants he loved seeing the next generation of worshippers receive their first rites and be cleansed of the original sin. Augusta loved babies so these baptisms were always a treat for her to be there.
"Wasn't Roman just the cutest!" Augusta cooed thinking back on the newborn.
"Yes, he was I'm sure he will be a good kid," Francesco replied with a smile on his face.
Finally arriving home Francesco walked up to the door and unlocked it stepping inside what he saw surprised him. On the floor was a path of Rose petals leading to his room.
"Che diavolo?" Francesco muttered to himself.
"What?" Augusta asked stepping inside she saw the Rose petals and gasped.
"What is… wait did you set this up?" the young nun asked Francesco face turning red, Francesco looked utterly surprised.
"Wait what! Why would you-" he sputtered not sure where that question was coming from.
Augusta had dreamed of this moment, she had been in love with Francesco since she first met him, but she was devoted to the Lord and so was Francesco. Despite her devotion to God, it didn't mean she didn't fantasize about being with Francesco, about both of them leaving the service of the church and getting married, though on occasion those fantasies turned to more… lewd scenarios and this was one of them.
"I've always had fantasies about this me and you spending a night together and it looked just like this, petals, candles, chocolates, although in my fantasy I'm wearing a set of lacy white lingerie I saw in a store window, but I can work with this- huh wait where'd you go?" Augusta stopped her rambling and asked upon realizing Francesco was gone.
Francesco followed the rose petals to his bedroom; the door was closed but he thought he could hear faint jazz music. Taking a deep breath Francesco opened the door and laying upon his bed was none other than Catalina Bellini wearing nothing but a set of lacy black lingerie which left little to the imagination. On the floor was a large jacket which she wore on the way here.
"Bienvenido a casa guapo," Catalina said in a sultry tone sending him a smile.
"Why are you in my home?" Francesco asked, not even batting an eye at the scantily clad lady.
"I thought I do something romantic for you," she said sitting up on her knees and giving the Catholic priest a much better view of her underwear, Francesco gulped a light blush dusting his cheeks, and Catalina smiled.
"OK but how did you get into my house?" he asked, he knew the door was locked so were all the windows so how the hell did she get into his home?
"Oh, I have my ways," she said with a smirk, Francesco glared, rolling her eyes Catalina got off the bed and made her way to the priest.
"Ohh never mind that I'm here now so let's have some fun, just you and me, or if you'd like we can bring that little nun of yours in too?" the succubus asked, reaching out to touch Francesco's face. Then in a flash, the priest grabbed her wrist and held it in a tight grip.
"Ahh ow, ow, ow!" Catalina shouted in pain as Francesco tightened his grip, heading for the door Francesco dragged the half-naked succubus through the house towards the door.
"Francesco, was ist los?" Augusta asked in her native German as she saw Francesco dragging a half-naked woman out of his room.
Francesco didn't answer he dragged Catalina to the front door, opened it then violently threw her out onto her perfect ass then slammed the door closed with brutal finality. Sitting up Catalina rubbed her ass before looking back at the house she was just tossed from.
"Can I at least have my jacket back you Cabron!" she shouted, the door opened, and her jacket was tossed out.
Getting up Catalina dusted herself off picked up her jacket and put it back on, at that moment Isabella and Lucia walked out from behind the house Isabella holding her phone in her hand, she was asked to record the fling but that hadn't gone as planned.
"Well that failed," Isabella said sarcastically, while Lucia was trying her hardest not to laugh.
"Callarse!" Catalina replied.
Two weeks later, in Dublin,
Francesco sat behind the wheel of a rental car driving through the city, and Augusta sat in the passenger seat. They drove through the streets heading out of the city, now you may be wondering where the two were going well they were on meet with a bishop and close friend of his named Robert macMathan, supposedly something was wrong, and he greatly needed his help. Francesco was more than happy to help him, as Robert was a good man, and if he could offer aid to him in any way, he'd give it but before he wanted to meet up with a good friend of his a woman named Sophie O'Donnell who live just outside the city.
As the car drove out of the city it passed through the suburbs before eventually making it to the countryside, driving through the emerald fields Francesco pulled down a dirt road to a small house. Parking the car Francesco and Augusta got out and headed for the door as they did a young woman stepped out. This woman had fiery red hair, and a fair complexion, she wore a pink cardigan over a black shirt and a dark blue skirt that went down to her knees. Upon seeing the two, she immediately rushed forward and hugged Francesco.
"Frankie! It's good to see ya, old friend!" Sophie chirped a bright smile on her face, upon breaking from the hug she turned her attention to the nun and pulled her into a hug too.
"Augusta how you doing sweetheart?" she asked, pulling away, she noticed the confused look on her face.
"Still don't speak a lick of English do ya lass?" Sophie asked jovially Augusta continued to look confused then Sophie started to laugh, and Francesco joined in as well.
"It's good to see you again Sophie," Francesco said in thickly accented English.
"It's great to see ya again as well so what brings ya back to ol' Hibernia, another demon to exercise?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.
"As far as I know it's not that the deacon of Dublin asked for my assistance so I'm here to help," he explained with a wave of his hand.
"Well as long as ya both are here why don't you come in for a drink," Sophie said heading back to her house and waving the two to follow and they did.
Upon entering Sophie's home, they saw the living room was filled with a variety of things shelves upon shelves of jars all filled with various herbs, roots, and extracts, each one carefully labeled and organized by type and family. Another shelf had a variety of books from folktales to various natural healing remedies to religious works. In the left-hand corner was a large cauldron perfect for making various remedies, and in the right-hand corner was a shrine containing statues of Christ, the Virgin Mary, and St. Patrick.
Now Francesco wasn't surprised by this he knew full well that Sophie was a witch. Now normally Francesco would have condemned her as a heretic or renounced her as a fraud or scam artist like most witches, but Sophie was a good witch, Sophie didn't use her powers for evil or to hurt people, she used her magic and skills to help people. From crafting elixirs to heal diseases and help treat injuries, to fighting crop blight or causing favorable weather, and also helping ward off evil spirits and demons, Sophie used her skills to help people never to hurt them like other witches Francesco has encountered. Sophie was also a devout Catholic she was devoted to the one true God, but she was also respectful of the spirits of nature and felt that they had a part in God's plan which Francesco respected.
Making their way to the kitchen Francesco and Augusta sat down while Augusta went to her fridge and pulled out three bottles of beer and opening them, she handed one to Francesco.
"Here ya go, sorry it's not wine but I've never been a fan of that stuff," Sophie said.
"It's fine," Francesco replied taking the bottle, she then proceeded to hand one to Augusta.
"I know it's not the usual German stuff but I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Sophie said, the nun didn't understand a word until Francesco translated it for her, after that, she smiled and took the bottle.
"Danke," Augusta replied taking a drink. The three sat in the kitchen talking and chatting catching up on old times.
"So how have things been for ya Frankie?" Sophie asked the priest, Francesco took a long drink from his beer and sighed.
"Where do I begin," he muttered through his sigh.
"At the beginning, please," Sophie replied with a smirk. At that, Francesco went into detail describing his experiences with Catalina Bellini and how she basically stalked him and continuously tried to get into his pants despite his clear and emphatic no.
"Jesus Christ, that sounds awful, so what happened to this hussy?" Sophie asked, eyes wide in shock at hearing the story.
"Thankfully I haven't seen her, so I think she's got the message," Francesco explained taking a drink and finishing off his beer.
"Well, that's good… need another?" she asked, noticing the empty bottle.
"No, I think that's enough for now," Francesco said, Sophie nodded, got up grabbed the empty bottle, and tossed it in the recycling.
"So, when are you meeting with the Bishop?" Sophie asked leaning against the counter.
"Tomorrow morning, that's why I don't think it's too serious," Francesco explained.
"Ahh so where you stayin, need a place to crash? You can always stay here?" Sophie asked, leaning forward.
"We have a hotel near the cathedral but thanks for the offer," Francesco said gratefully with a warm smile on his face.
"Good, hey do you mind if I come with ya, I haven't been to the city in a while?" Sophie asked the priest.
"Sure, more the marrier," Francesco said cheerfully.
"Good and afterward, we can have a meal together!" the Irish woman said happily glad to be invited.
The next day, the Cathedral of St. Patrick, St. Bridget, and St. Columba,
Francesco pulled up into the parking lot of the Cathedral. It was a Monday so the lot was empty except for two other cars so plenty of parking space, and taking advantage of this he parked close to the Cathedral entrance. Getting out Francesco took a moment to take in the building's architecture, it was an old medieval Gothic style, with its thick stone walls and large bulky steeple it looked more like a castle than a church. Shrugging Francesco headed toward the entrance with Sophie and Augusta following along behind him. As he entered the church Francesco felt a chill run up his spine, he found that strange normally when he entered a church, he felt a kind of serenity, a sense of peace being in the presence of the one true God but here he just felt uneasy. Francesco stopped in his tracks and looked around frantically, this was noticed by his female companions.
"Is something wrong sir?" Augusta asked concerned in her native tongue.
"Hey Frankie, what's up?" Sophie also asked upon seeing how upset her friend looked.
"Ohh uh nothing I was just taking in the decor," Francesco replied nervously first in English then in German.
"Huh yeah I guess it is pretty nice," Sophie replied looking around the Cathedrals main hall at its decorations. While Sophie believed Francesco's cover Augusta didn't, she had seen him like this before and it always meant something bad was going to happen, usually in the supernatural category.
Francesco reached into his pocket, pulled out his Rosary and began to fiddle with it, the chill was still there, in fact it was getting worse and worse. Francesco took a few deep breaths to calm himself while reciting prayers in his head, but he was interrupted when Sophie called his name.
"Hey Frankie, you in there pal?" she asked lightly tapping him on the head.
"Huh what sorry I was… distracted," he explained blushing in embarrassment.
"I just wanted to know what you thought of the decor here?" Sophie asked, Francesco looked around the Cathedral was decorated like most Catholic Cathedrals. Lots of gold, plenty of designs and patterns painted on the walls and ceiling, murals of biblical events, and three massive stained-glass windows of the three patron saints of Ireland Patrick, Bridget, and Columba. The piece de resistance was the large crucifix in the center of the dais.
"Well, it's pretty I like the stained-glass windows, hmph if my brother was here he'd say it's gody, tacky, and a waste of money," Francesco replied, happy for the distraction.
"Huh I didn't know you had a brother," Sophie said surprised at this revelation.
"Well adopted brother, but I've always viewed him as my blood," Francesco replied a nostalgic smile crossing his face as he thought of Antonio.
"Is he cute? Mind hooking us up?" Sophie asked playfully, a smirk showing she was joking.
"Uhh... well… you see about him he's-" Francesco was interrupted when he heard a door open looking to his left, he saw Bishop Robert MacMathan step out of his office and head towards them.
Suddenly that bad feeling Francesco had earlier returned but stronger, he felt his blood run cold and his stomach making knots. Augusta noticed how pale he had gotten and quickly moved in close, putting a hand on his shoulder. Looking Robert over he saw that he was very disheveled, his white vestments were wrinkled, and he wasn't wearing his Mitre, allowing Francesco to see his usual well-kept hair was messy as if he just got out of bed. His chasuble and several stains on it, which was odd since Robert was usually good at keeping his robes clean. As he approached that sickly feeling started getting stronger and stronger.
"Robert, what is going on?" Francesco asked sternly fighting through his discomfort and moving towards the bishop.
"Well Francesco, you see you," Robert was cut off but a familiar silky sultry voice a voice Francesco had been dreading for the past few weeks.
"You're here because it's time for you to stop running and give in to your heart's desire," Catalina Bellini wearing the same sexy black dress she wore the day she met Francesco.
"Por qué carajo estás aquí?" Francesco shouted utterly shocked that Catalina had followed him all the way to Ireland.
"Didn't you hear me I'm here to get you to stop running from what you want… me," Catalina replied, rubbing her hands over her curves.
"H-how did you know I was here?" Francesco asked still in Spanish, his voice sounding jittery.
"Isn't it obvious I had Robert here call you," Catalina said pointing to the bishop who looked away embarrassed.
"What Robert why?"
"Um excuse me Frankie but who's this?" Sophie interrupted pointing to the Spanish woman in front of them.
"This is Catalina Bellini the woman I told you about last night," Francesco explained pointing at Catalina.
"Wait this is her… damn she's hot," Sophie muttered the last part and quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment, she looked at Catalina who looked her up and down like a piece of meat.
"Robert what the hell is she doing here why did you call her here!" Francesco demanded approaching the bishop.
"She… did me a favor," Robert said nervously not making eye contact with the priest.
"A favor?" Francesco said to himself confused, he looked over Robert, his embarrassed expression, his disheveled appearance, that little bruise on his neck.
"You had sex with her didn't you!?" Francesco shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Robert.
"I'm sorry," the Bishop said meekly looking down at the floor.
"How could you? How could you betray your vows, how could you delve into the pleasures of the flesh and break your oath to stay loyal to the Lord and his teachings!?" Francesco yelled, his voice filled with both anger and disappointment at his friend's betrayal.
"I couldn't help it! I mean look at her!" Robert yelled gesturing at Catalina who looked smug.
"I could so that means you could too, you fool!" Francesco stated, his fury growing, at that moment Catalina came up to him and put her arms around him pressing her body against his.
"Forget about him, how about you and I finally screw around?" Catalina asked pressing her breasts against his chest and reaching down to group his ass. Francesco was about to reply when suddenly.
"Get your hands off of him you filthy whore!" Augusta shouted in her accented but clear Spanish; Catalina turned her attention to the nun but was not at all phased by the insult she just smirked.
"Hey, no need to be jealous, you can have him once I'm done," Catalina said reaching over and pulling the young woman into the hug her hand resting right on her ass.
"Ok, this is just-" Francesco was cut off by the sudden SHNK ing noise.
"AAUGH!" Robert shouted in pain, they all turned to face the bishop and saw a blade sticking out of his chest.
"AAAAHH!" Augusta screamed as she saw blood staining Robert's vestments.
Suddenly the blade was pulled out from his chest, this only increased the flow of blood spurting from the wound, Robert swayed and then fell to his knees. When he did, he revealed a young man standing behind him with black hair and a long black coat, holding a bloody dagger.
"The- the Lord is my shepherd I shall not… shall not," the Bishop couldn't finish collapsing to the floor in a heap.
"I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters, He restores my soul," the young man finished wiping blood from the blade and sticking it behind his back. It was at that moment that he finally noticed the four people standing in front of him.
"Ohh hey Francesco," Dante said happily waving to the priest who took that moment of surprise to slip from Catalina's grasp.
"An- I mean Dante why are you here and why did you kill Robert!?" Francesco asked gesturing to the dead man on the floor.
"Oh, someone hired me to kill him," Dante said casually much to Francesco's shock.
"Who?" Francesco asked not knowing why someone would want Robert murdered, he was such a kind and generous man.
"His mistress the one he murdered," Dante explained.
"Wait, wait, murder?" Francesco asked stunned.
"Yeah, apparently this fucker was sleepin' with some hooker the hooker tried to blackmail him so he strangled her and then burned down her apartment, she ends up in Hell and then hired IMP to get revenge," Dante elaborated, Francesco couldn't believe it Robert always seemed like a good man and honest man, the fact that he had not only broken his vows twice but also committed murder was just overwhelming.
"Wait that fire on Oak Avenue that was him?" Sophie asked, remembering the event from the news a few nights ago. Dante did a doubletake when he saw Sophie, more specifically her fiery red hair.
"Ooh, who's this?" Dante asked, moving closer to the Irishwoman who took a step back in fear.
"Hey, don't worry pretty lady I'm not gonna hurt ya my target was the bishop and the bishop alone," he explained raising his hand defensively, Sophie still looked uncomfortable.
"Uhh excuse me but if you're done here can you fuck off, I'm trying to seduce this sexy little priest here," Catalina said angrily pointing to Francesco not phased in the slightest by the grisly murder just committed.
"Listen here lady I-" Dante stopped when he got a real good look at Catalina.
"Uhh Frankie why is there a succubus in here?" he asked sending the priest a confused look.
"Ugh this is Catalina Bellini an incessant pain in my- wait did you just say succubus?" the priest asked doing a doubletake looking from Dante to Catalina and back.
"Yep, she's a succubus alright," Dante said lifting his shades to get a better look at her.
"Dude shut up; you'll blow my cover!" Catalina hissed annoyed at this demon's lack of discretion and subtly.
"Wait how do you know she's a succubus?" Sophie asked walking up to Dante, confused at how this guy could recognize a succubus. Dante gave her an annoyed look and then revealed his demon form, his olive skin became red, two large horns grew out of his head, and he removed his sunglasses showing his red and black eyes.
"Holy shit you're a demon!" Sophie exclaimed; Francesco glared at her.
"Don't use the Holy Spirit as a swear!" he shouted, looking like an angry school teacher.
"No shit I'm a demon I literally said I was hired by a damned soul to kill this fucker," Dante replied pointing at Robert's corpse, Sophie felt kinda stupid.
"Wait if this Catalina bitch is a succubus, then how did she get into this church?" Sophie asked gesturing to the large building they were standing in.
"Clearly because it's been desecrated," Francesco said glancing down at Robert's corpse, his voice filled with anger and fury.
"Well now that the cat is out of the bag, I guess there's no point in wearing this," Catalina rubbed the ring on her finger, suddenly her body was surrounded by a bright shimmering light, and when the light faded, she looked remarkably different.
Gone was her swarthy Latin complexion instead her skin was now a deep pinkish red. She had two large horns poking out from the top of her head. Her eyes were a luminescent yellow, and the piece de resistance was the set of wings protruding from the middle of her back. Despite revealing her demonic form many in the Cathedral still found her quite captivating.
"Got in himmel," Augusta muttered in horror crossing herself.
By the Virgin Mary," Sophie stated herself following suit.
Catalina turned her attention to Francesco gazing at him the same way a lion gazes at a zebra on the Savannah, she moved closer hips swaying seductively.
"No, no, no, no, I've told you demon I will not break my vows of chastity my loyalty to the Lord is far stronger than my desires and urges," Francesco said sternly trying not to let any fear or worry show.
"I don't fucking care what you say I have been waiting to punch your Vcard for the better part of three weeks, you've turned me down and humiliated me enough I will take what's mine!" flapping her wings Catalina suddenly took off into the air and dove straight towards Francesco.
Moving quickly Francesco pulled out a small bottle of holy water, removed the cap, and quickly threw the contents at the approaching succubus. The moment the blessed water touched Catalina's skin it began to blister and boil. Wailing in pain Catalina lost her bearings and missed Francesco causing her to slam into the floor painfully. Sitting up Catalina inspected her damaged skin and sent the priest a heated look.
"You fuck bastard you'll pay for-" but before Catalina could finish her threat Francesco pulled out a large crucifix that he kept tucked away in his robes and held it before the succubus. The crucifix began to glow brightly as Francesco began reciting scripture.
"Holy Lord! Almighty Father! Everlasting God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who consigned that fallen and apostate tyrant to the flames of Hell, who sent his son into the world to crush that roaring lion!" Francesco yelled the cross began to glow brighter and Dante noted the cross around his neck was glowing as well. The force of Francesco's prayer sent Catalina flying slamming her into a nearby wall, but Francesco did not relent he pressed his attack.
"Spare us O Lord from all evil, mischief, crafts, and assaults of the devil, good Lord deliver us!" he shouted moving closer to Catalina, Catalina screamed in pain the power from the crucifix and the prayers he was reciting felt like hot knives carving through her skin the pain was unbearable she couldn't take it anymore.
"Please no more," she begged her voice sounding weak and shrill as the pain overwhelmed her senses. Francesco didn't listen instead he amplified his assault his crucifix glowing brighter than the sun, Catalina wailed in agony before suddenly Francesco's arm was yanked down looking at who did it, he saw Dante giving him a stern look.
"Enough Francesco it's done she's beaten she's learned her lesson so back off," Dante explained, Francesco looked at Dante as if he was insane.
"Are you mad, this woman is a demon a vile evil beast who comes to earth to corrupt the souls of man," Francesco replied yanking his arm free of Dante's grip.
"And not only that but this woman kept harassing me, she kept trying to tempt me into breaking my vows of chastity even though I had rejected her time and time again, this whore has it coming," Francesco growled, his hands tightening into fists as he looked down at the injured Succubus.
Dante nodded, he made a good point this kind of behavior, stalking harassing was despicable and needs to be punished, Francesco was right about this. While he sympathized with Francesco, he did not like seeing him act this angry this cruel, Francesco was always a kind and merciful soul and while yes, this Succubus had crossed a line if he continued with this assault Dante was sure Francesco would regret it.
"You're right, she is a despicable person, she deserves to suffer, she deserves to die slowly and painfully, I mean it's what I would do," Dante said with a shrug. Upon hearing that Francesco froze he looked the demon in the eye, Dante's gaze was firm and while he didn't say anything else his message was clear.
Francesco looked down at Catalina, he saw her sprawled out on the floor, her body covered in severe burns, she let out a series of soft moans as tears ran down her face. At that moment Francesco did not see her as an evil demon that needed to be destroyed but as some pathetic creature beaten and broken by a greater force. Taking a deep breath Francesco turned back to Dante.
"You're right it's over," Francesco said, smiling Dante let go of the priest's arm, and Francesco tucked the crucifix back into his robe. Walking over to the succubus Francesco grabbed her by the chin and lifted her head so they were making eye contact.
"I am going to show you mercy this once but if I ever see you around the human world ever again, I will not be so merciful, understand?" Francesco asked his voice stern, and expression serious.
"Y-yes," Catalina replied weakly, nodding Francesco released her. Trying to get up Catalina collapsed back onto the floor, it was then Dante stepped forward scooped Catalina off the floor and slung her over his shoulder.
"I'll take care of this," Dante said gesturing to the unconscious Catalina.
"Thank you," Francesco said, suddenly a portal opened, and Dante stepped through with Catalina. When the portal closed Francesco took a deep breath letting it out in a long sigh.
"Sono così felice che tutto questo sia finalmente finito," he muttered to himself turning around and heading back towards Sophie and Augusta who both stood slack jawed.
"What are you two standing around for we work to do, Sophie call the authorities to collect Robert's body," he said pointing to the Irishwoman who nodded and pulled out her phone.
"Augusta help me find some sage we need to purify and re-sanctify this church," the nun nodded vigorously following the priest as he went in search of materials for the cleansing and blessing rituals.
EPILOGUE
Catalina awoke with a start sitting up, she was panting and drenched in sweat. Looking over her arms she saw they were free of burns and blisters.
"Oh, thank Satan it was all a dream," the Succubus said relieved.
"No, it wasn't," Catalina flinched following the voice she saw a male Imp with black hair sitting a few feet away from her.
"Gah! Who the fuck are you, and where the fuck am I!?" Catalina asked, realizing that she was lying on a couch in some kind of waiting room.
"you're back in Hell the Pride Ring specifically, I brought you back here after your little near-death experience," Dante explained, Catalina looked puzzled.
"Near death experience what are you," then the memories returned the Cathedral the holy water the horrible pain and agony she felt.
"Oh, Satan that's right that priest he was so powerful, I've never met any like him before," Catalina mumbled to herself hugging herself while starting to tremble.
"Yeah, Frankie sure is something else," Dante stated, Catalina barely registered what he said as she continued to recall the whole ordeal. Looking down at her hands she noticed something important.
"Wait, why aren't I covered in burns and scars?" Catalina asked confused at why she had no injuries despite being his full force with Holy energy.
"Ohh you can thank me for that," Dante explained holding up his hand which was glowing a dark blue, the succubus recognized it as magic, which surprised her since most Imps couldn't use magic.
"Ohh well thank you," Catalina said choosing not to ask how he can use magic.
"You're welcome, now that you're awake get the fuck out of my workplace," he said sternly pointing at the door. Getting the message Catalina got up and quickly headed for the exit, but as she grabbed the knob she turned back to Dante.
"Why did you stop him?" she asked, puzzled at why this Imp, who she had never met before had stopped Francesco from ending her existence.
"Simple I'm a monster, I have done truly horrible things. Things that would make some of the fuckers here in Hell sick to their stomachs. I can kill without a second thought, but Francesco he's not a monster, underneath his preachiness, and self-righteousness attitude he is a good person and I know that if he killed you even if he is a demon he would have regretted it for the rest of his existence. I wanted to save him from that," Dante explained, Catalina looked at him in bewilderment for several moments honestly not expecting this level of compassion especially from a demon, unfortunately her standing in the doorway was starting to piss Dante off.
"Get out!" Dante shouted his voice becoming several octaves deeper, this scared Catalina who ran out of the IMP office without a second thought.
END
(sorry for taking this chapter down and reposting it twice but I had some issues with how it turned out and wanted to edit it)
Hello everyone, I hope you don't mind that I did a little detour from the IMP gang this month, I've had this idea in my head for a while and I've been dying to use Francesco again, next chapter will take place during happy campers. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think, have a good day :)