Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set by Celia Demure, Jennie Primrose

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Chapter 12
     
    It was time for yet another mad supper at the Rector’s house.
    Ed sat next to Julia, in the same seats they’d taken before. Mott was across the table, grinning with his blackened teeth as usual.
    Beside the table, along the wall on either side, a row of ghoulish servant-things stood guard, arms crossed, breath rasping. There were five of them on each side, and Ed was nauseated by the acrid smell of their porous flesh.
    Still, when the Rector put a plate of stale biscuits and cheese in front of him, Ed took a few bites, washing it down with a large sip of water.
    He knew he needed to keep up his strength.
    While he nibbled on the biscuit, he noticed a single knife nearby on the table—no doubt forgotten after a previous meal. Carefully, he reached over and took hold of the blade, sliding it beside his plate where it was largely hidden.
    Julia glanced at him as he moved it, but said nothing. He wanted to push it into his lap and slide it into his trousers, but her father was coming …
    The Rector seemed downright giddy as he approached the table, skipping over to them with his own plate of food, singing some patriotic hymn:
    “Sweet Albion, our blessed land, may God’s grace touch you al-ways …”
    “You’re singing about God?” Ed asked.
    Actually, what he’d wanted to say was: You have the gall to sing about God while you prance around the walking corpses of your servants, you smug-faced demon sodomizing heretic?
    But for Julia’s sake and his own, he didn’t want to anger her father at the moment.
    The Rector shrugged. “Well, old habits die hard, as the common saying goes. There were many years when I felt that I burned for God, the God of the Holy Bible …”
    He took a seat across from them, and leaned forward, grinning, to explain:
    “All of my life, I’ve had a fire burning inside of me. This is but an outward manifestation of that blaze,” he explained, pointing to his crimson eyes. “I knew that I had a drive towards holy violence, to tear down the walls and palaces of the mighty. I thought it was a divine calling, and that through the Church I might find my destiny. But I was wrong.”
    Smiling, he shook his head as if to say, silly me. “I found my real Master on this estate, under that mound. He told me that I was destined by ancient design to serve his will. And his power is no divine mystery to be understood only through prayer and meditation … It is real, palpable, strong! Behold his work!”
    He spread his arms to indicate the servant-things.
    “That demon in the pit did this to them?” Ed asked.
    “He is NOT a demon!” the Rector snapped back. “You are in no position to judge him, boy!” He stood and leaned forward, raising his hand as if about to bludgeon Ed with it …
    At the last instant, he held himself back. Instead, bellowing with rage, he swept his arm across the table, knocking Ed’s cup and plate and the knife beside it to the floor.
    Julia gasped in her seat beside Ed …
    But then, the Rector pulled back, sliding slowly down into his chair, rubbing his eyes like a man much wearied.
    When he withdrew his hands, his smile had returned. “Your ignorance is understandable, I suppose,” he said. “The Master is no beast. He is of the most ancient intelligent race . And he is—and always has been—the wisest amongst his kind. And now, human men and women shall be his vessels.”
    “But these vessels have holes,” Ed said, nodding towards the servant-things behind him.
    He felt Julia’s fingernails biting his arm in warning.
    But Ed knew that he had to try and understand what was going on, what the Rector was thinking. He needed to learn everything he could if he was going to get them out of the place.
    The Rector sighed. “Well … It would take a long time to explain. Suffice it to say that the Master has an affliction. Ideally, that affliction would not spread to these human vessels, but alas—we have been rushed in our work. It is