Dameon the Undertaker

Within the catacombs of a church, the cult leader lifted his glass, finishing a toast to the darkness he and the others followed. The members followed, hoisting up their glasses to echo the group's head, before downing their drinks. Their cups were filled with a strange concoction of chemicals and booze that would drug them and intoxicate them, allowing them to give themselves over to the dark powers of beyond. The leader's twisted smile crawled upon his face as he lowered his glass and then his hood revealing features bearing a simple but beastly mask. Soon, others again joined him in pulling down their hoods, as the dark mixture soon took hold. But the hoods would not be the only thing to come down. Layers of cloth would begin to appear on the floor as the crowd discarded their clothing, the elixir's hold soon intoxicating them and leading them toward a lustful mass.

The leader seized the wrist and body of a lovely, chubby whore. Their bodies entwined among the gathering of those also fulfilling their dark desires. Long brown waves framed the whore's features as she kissed the leader's lips like a hungry beast. Her hands slipped into his opened robe, freeing his shoulders and allowing a small golden cross to escape the curtains of his cloth. The leader of this secret cult was a priest, but little did most of the town's people know he was in name only.

The fake priest grasped the chubby prostitute's hair and began to take her in drunken lust. The cult orgy was underway...

The priest and the whore would share their bodies this night, and again upon other cult meetings. Never realizing what was to happen to them because of their dark and empty lust. As time passed, the prostitute would grow a bit rounder. She would not realize why until nine months later ...

The cult meeting had already assembled and was about to begin another dark ritual when the whore went into labor. The members were surprised and confused when she began to scream out in pain, holding her belly. Luckily a few townspeople hopped into action and helped the woman lay down on a table within the room. It was here that the whore would give birth to a child, but what would normally be a joyous occasion was anything but. The baby was pure white! As white as fresh snow. And he had pointed ears!

The crowd gasped to the horror of the child, having never seen anything like it. The priest stepped forward, casting his both horrid and disgusted gaze upon the child. The Father would declare the child a demon and told the cult that they needed to get rid of the child. The priest believed they had angered the dark magics they worshiped and this child must have been a curse! But when the child opened his eyes and their silver coloring came into view, one member spoke up saying maybe this was the dark one's blessing. Either way the Priest was not happy.

Whether the child was a blessing or a curse, the priest, after conversing with the cult's top members, decided to keep the child - but, the child would be kept out of view from the public. And lower members of the cult, they only said the child was dealt with.

[*]Side Note: The church also served as a school for young boys (to older teens) who would become future priests. And the Head Master was the strict Head Priest (and cult leader - but this was only known to a very select few).

The child grew up in the shadows of the church. No one would know of his existence except for a select few - the priest, the whore, and the very few top members. They didn't show him love or compassion; in fact, they didn't care enough to even name him. They only ever referred to him as a demon or another kind of terrible insult. He was made to do chores in the church and was never permitted to socialize with anyone. If he heard anyone coming, he was to hide or run away, and not come out until the other people were gone. And so, if anyone did catch a glimpse of him, they were told the church was haunted or that they were seeing things.

The Priest would torment the child whenever he felt the boy needed to be punished or whenever he felt like it. He would beat the poor child, he called a demon , and told him if he made a sound he was punished more. The priest would then drag the child and thrust him into the dimly lit catacombs, locking the door so the ghostly child could not get out.

The poor child would cry and plead to be let out, bang on the door - scared of the coffins and skeletons aligning the floor and walls of the corridors of the catacombs. This would be the way the poor boy would live until the age of eight. By this age, he slowly began to find comfort in the darkness and silence of the catacombs. Skulls slowly transformed from scary monsters to friends, to which the child could talk. He began to study and learn about death and decay when slipping into the library connected to the catacombs. The catacombs became his home, and he didn't travel out of them; because of this, his body would become accustomed to the cold air within the tunnels. His ghostly skin would also take on a permanent chilly touch.

A little shaken after the night she gave birth to a demon, the whore returned to her life in the city. She at first feared that word would get out about what had happened, but nothing ever came of it. Her problem had been 'taken care of'. So she was free to drink and sleep around just as before with the child becoming a distant memory or thought. She would live this way for about seven years.

At the end of the seventh year, the prostitute would begin to notice families. She noticed the pictures men held in their wallets when they paid her after a night. She began to notice the seemingly happy families walking down the street and children playing in the park. She noticed the love on the mother's faces when they tended to their children - they seemed to be glowing. They seemed to be fulfilled. It soon brought a smile momentarily to her face. She turned to look at her own life and found her smile begin to fade. She found it not as glamorous as she once did. She was beginning to feel empty - a lost girl of the night.

Another year would come to progress and noticing became watching; and, watching became a desire. She was now wishing to become a mother. And with that desire of motherhood, came regret.

The whore quickly returned to the church to find the Priest. She found him in his office, preparing for the next class. She told him of her new longing to become a mother and the priest said nothing, only worked. She happily fantasized about it and still, the priest said nothing, only pretending he was listening. Then she spoke of regretting what they had done to the ghostly child. That's when the priest stopped working and gave her his full attention. She continued on with her confession of regret and as she did, the Priest revealed that the child was alive. He told her the child had been living in the catacombs all these years.

She was happy to hear this and said she would take him and become the mother she should have been and was now desiring to be. The Priest grew angry, fearing that if she did word would get out about the cult and the authorities would come in to snoop about. He denied her request, expressing his fears. She would try to comfort him, but his panic and anger grew. She in turn grew angry and demanded the child, saying she would find the child herself if the priest did not hand him over.

This is when the priest's rage would boil over. As she moved to leave his office the priest grabbed her. He turned her about quickly and began to strangle her. The whore fought back but was unable to get him off. She would fall victim to him as he strangled her to death. Having become blinded with anger and realizing what he had done, the priest called in a few of his followers who worked at the church. He and they would gather up the prostitute's fresh corpse, while the halls were clear, and carry her to the library.

The library was a split-level room with just the entry and door on one level and stairs leading down into the actual study section. The door to the catacombs was the only other door connected to the library. The bookshelves stood from floor to ceiling but gave room for seats and portraits. There was a tiny little nook hidden under the staircase. This is where the ghostly child would be hiding when he heard someone enter the library.

The Priest and his members made it down the stairs but before they could reach the catacombs, the bell tolled. The Priest looked at the clock on the wall and huffed. He ordered the others to set the whore's body on a table, saying they will have to deal with the corpse later. They couldn't be late or it would raise questions. After the body was on the table, they left and locked the door behind them so no one could enter.

Once the coast was clear, the child came out of his hiding place and slowly approached the whore's body. He recalled seeing her attend the secret cult meetings as he hid in the shadows. He studied her corpse for a few moments then began to speak to her. He spoke for some time before slipping back into the catacombs, never knowing that she was his mother.