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A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you turned onto the freeway, speeding up and merging into traffic. You turned up the music to drown out your exhausted and worried thoughts. Your parents would surely have complained about the volume, your eardrums would too later today but right now?
You didn’t care. Not one bit.
You’ve had to deal with shitty customers all day long, the order wasn’t right, the food was cold, the steak too salty. Basically every customer you’ve had today had a complaint and you were the one who had to fix the mistakes of your coworkers.
And as a thank you, you didn’t receive any tips today.
What a blast.
If you could, you would quit the job. But the owner was in the same cult as your parents and he would snitch on you in an instant. The cult had many more locations like this one, a front to keep up a good image and finance their pompous orgies and parties.
You could feel the tiredness seep into your bones and groaned, wanting to stretch out but you were confined to the limits of your tiny, ready-to-break-down-at-any-second car. You loved your little shitbox despite all the issues it constantly faced you with, you had adorned it with stickers and little charms that dangled from your rearview mirror. The shuffle on your Spotify seemed to want to cheer you up as the first chords of Bohemian Rhapsody came through the speakers and your mood brightened just the tiniest bit.
Maybe your parents would leave you alone today, not pester you with questions and you could disappear into your room undisturbed.
But oh, how wrong you were.
You pulled into the driveway of your house and parked the car, grabbing your keys, phone and your batwing backpack. You loved this thing to Hell and back since it could hold anything you might need. Slinging it over your shoulder, you made your way to the door and put your keys into the lock, turning them and stepping inside.
You were met with silence.
Which was unusual, very unusual.
Anytime you came home your normal greeting would be the moans of your parents, fucking on the couch or the dining table. You would have to drown out their sounds with headphones and avert your eyes.
You envied your older siblings who all had the chance to flee the clutch of your deranged parents and you, as the youngest were left to deal with the dilemma. They didn’t even know you existed since they had cut off all contact with your parents right after they left, so there wasn’t a chance for you to contact them and leave as well.
For all you knew, they didn’t care about you.
You cautiously made your way into the entrance hall and peeked around a corner and into the kitchen. Your mother was standing at the counter and humming an off tune to herself while chopping an onion.
She wasn’t crying, that thing about her always freaked you out to no end. You would bawl like a baby whenever you had to cut onions.
She slowly turned around to face you, a strained grin on her face and her eyes wide open. „Sweetheart!“ She greeted you with her shrill voice. „How was work?“ It had a mocking quality to it, a fake empathy that was laid on so thick it made your spine crawl.
You lightly furrowed your brows, she never cared about how your work day was and this was the first personal question since your graduation years ago.
„It was shit… like always, mom.“ You deadpanned.
Something was deeply wrong, uncannily so.
„Oh that’s nice dear!“ She cocked her head to the side, the unnerving smile never leaving her face. „Could you be a dear and get me the chopped parsley out the fridge?“
You shrugged one shoulder and stepped into the kitchen, opening up the door of the fridge and rummaging through its various contents. „Uh mom…? We don’t have any chopped parsley..“ You turned around and your eyes widened.
The last thing you saw was your mother standing behind you, swinging the cast iron pan down and hitting you on the head.
Pain.
Then nothing.
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A tugging sensation on your wrist ripped you out of your oblivion and you groaned. You struggled to open your eyes, your lids felt like they were being weighed down with lead. Just about as you were being pulled back into the darkness, a harsh slap stung your cheek and ripped you back into the world of consciousness.
With your eyes fully opened and sounds filtering in through the fog in your brain, panic was starting to set in. You tried to move but couldn’t, your limbs were tied down. The surface you were resting on was hard and uncomfortable, the material having warmed up with how long you had been laying there.
You thrashed your head around, your breathing shallow and erratic.
The room was unfamiliar to you, it was dimly lit with torches and multiple candelabras. People in wine red robes surrounded you, staring you down with fake smiles plastered on their faces. The walls were painted with different sex scenes and satanic symbols like pentagrams and sigils. A cheerful melody was ringing throughout the room, coming from an old church organ in one of the corners.
Where the fuck were you? You strained your neck and looked at your feet, tears were starting to stream down your face and your breath hitched. At the end of the table that you were strapped to, were your parents.
Your father had his hands folded in front of his chest and was looking at you with adoration, a soft and almost proud smile adorning his features.
Your mother was right next to him, the crazed grin from when you had seen her in the kitchen still splitting her face in half. Her eyes were boring straight into your soul.
This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening.
„M-Mom? D-Dad??“ You sobbed loudly, your voice cracking and wavering.
„We’re so proud of you sweetheart!“ Your father cooed. „We’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and now it’s finally here!“
„You’re our ticket for eternal life, darling! We’re so thankful, we thought this day would never come!“ Your mothers grin got wider, if that was even possible.
So this is how you would end. Sacrificed to a stupid sex cult by your crazy parents.
If there was a God, he didn’t give a fuck. Guardian angels? They had failed you miserably too.
You cried even harder now, the panic becoming overwhelming. All you ever wanted was to have a normal boring life with normal boring people in them.
Get old along with your cats and spend your life in peace.
But something didn’t want that for you. It made you scared, furious and desperate.
„Mom, dad, you- you can’t be serious! Please, please just let me go!“ You sobbed and pleaded with them.
„Darling we gave you this life so now we can take it from you! It’s only natural, isn’t it?“ Your father tilted his head lightly and chuckled, his eyes void now of any warmth they had held previously.
You started to scream and struggle against your restraints, trying to throw your whole weight into them. Your wrists ached and you could feel the ropes digging deeper into your skin.
„HELP PLEASE! ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!“ You screamed into the room.
„Hush darling, that’s uncalled for.“ Your mother tutted at you and shook her head. „Howard, are you done with the sigil yet?“ She sounded impatient.
A bald head popped up next to the right side of your head. „If you wouldn’t interrupt me every five minutes, I would be, Sheila!“ He spat back at her and his head disappeared again.
Your mother simply rolled her eyes while you were still crying, overwhelmed with coming to the realization that this was your end.
A door somewhere above you opened and you could hear steps coming down a set of stairs. A man in a white robe appeared in your field of vision and he headed straight to your parents with wide, open arms.
„Sheila, Roger, thank you so much for this lamb today! Asmodeus will be joyous to see such a beautiful sacrifice!“ He hugged both of them, as if they were guests at a potluck BBQ and not a cult meeting. „You raised this little lamb well…“ he turned around to face you, a polite yet fake smile on his conventionally attractive face. „What’s your name, sweetheart?“
„ FUCK YOU; YOU CULTY PIECE OF SHIT!“ You screamed right into his face, trying and failing again to pull against your restraints.
„Mhm… Howard, hurry up.“ He narrowed his eyes at you and turned around, disappearing out of your line of sight. „Working on it!“ came the strained response of Howard. If it weren’t for your predicament, you would feel pity for him.
You kept screaming and thrashing until your voice left you and your tears had run dry. Soft sniffles escaped you now and again, your limbs were aching and your chest was hurting. This was a nightmare.
A vivid nightmare which unfortunately, you couldn’t escape from.
All the years of clinging onto life, working your ass off in school to get some meek validation from your parents in return. At some point you had stopped trying to get their attention or some semblance of love. They were self obsessed and obsessed with each other, there wasn’t any room for you. You never meant anything to them, just a means to get ‚eternal life‘ or whatever the hell that would mean. Another wave of sobs wrecked your body and just as you were about to start pleading again-
„DONE!“ Howard yelled and hopped to his feet, hissing something about how his knees were killing him.
„Marvelous, then let us commence!“ the man in white declared in a celebratory tone and the man who had been playing the organ got woken up from his nap. He fumbled and hastily started to play some churchy sounding song, the robes surrounded the table you were strapped to. A new wave of panic washed over your body and you stared at your parents again, who were facing you at the head of the table.
You were face to face with your parents and ultimately, your killers.
„Mom….Dad… please don’t…“ you sniffled softly, your voice sounding broken and raspy.
Roger, your father, gave his hand to Sheila and helped her up onto the table. Sheila, your mother, smiled sweetly at him and pecked his cheek. It sickened you to no end, you couldn’t understand how they cared so little for you. Roger stepped back into the circle of robed figures and the ceremonial master, Mister white robed asshole, slowly walked over. He handed Sheila a golden dagger with a curved blade.
„ WE have gathered here today, to witness Sheila’s and Roger’s appeal to be invited into our circle of the eternal living as fully fledged members of our small, humble society!“ He held his arms wide open while delivering his speech, your mother straddling your hips and grinning at you maniacally. „OUR god Asmodeus, wrongly accused as a Sin of Lust, has granted us with the gift of eternal life, prosperous growth and fruitful loins!“ You cringed at his wording and shuddered.
Sheila slowly raised the dagger above her head, keeping up the uncomfortable eye contact with you.
„By sacrificing this lamb today, they shall finally join us as valuable additions to our society!“ The group began to chant, you could hear snippets of latin and off tune screeches by the cult members.
Tears welled up in your eyes again, distorting the face of your mother… more so, the person you had considered to be your mother, into the grotesque visage of a bloodthirsty monster.
A sharp pain filled your chest, blooming like a devastatingly beautiful flower and spreading like a wildfire throughout your entire being.
First your body was scorching hot, then it was freezing cold. It seeped into your bones and darkness encroached on your vision, the air slowly leaving your lungs.
The last thing you saw as the light left your eyes was your mothers happy smile and how she shared a kiss with your father.
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Valentino was idly scrolling through Angel Dust’s sinstagram while lazily dragging on his smoke stick, lounging on a couch together with the other Vee’s. Vox was dozing, cuddled into Valentino’s side with his screen showing a V logo wandering across the screen and bouncing off the borders. Velvette was typing away on her phone as per usual, focused on the latest trending posts on sinstagram and the feedback to her latest collection.
Just as Valentino found a particularly spicy post of Angel Dust that pulled his lips into a grin, his Infernet app opened up, a browser starting to load on the page. He raised his brows in surprise, then squinted at the screen, grumbling softly. „Vox?! What the fuck is this?! Why is it doing this?“ He glared down at the flat faced demon, who flickered back to his face instead of the screensaver. „Huh?“ He muttered and blinked blearily.
„Vox why the fuck is SacrificedBabes dot Net opening up in my browser?!“ He hissed and showed the other demon his phone screen. Vox blinked again and squinted some while reading. „OH that… it means you got a soul,silly.“