Chapter 5: A Comeuppance Recompensed

Father Gregory's Bedchambers, Unknown Location, Unknown Place...(1656)

 A storm like no other had been brewing for quite some time even as the windows and shutters wined and banged against the thick glass of the windows of the old church building's structure. The howling of the wind had been as rabid as a mad animal amid the grounds of the old church but the heavy stone foundations remained in place. A new fifteen-year-old Athan stood rather silently amid the center of the rotund wolf in sheep's clothing known as Father Gregory's bedchambers his pale body naked as the old man did what he always had suckling his rather impressive pale bare cock amid the lit candles and darkness that hid his most heinous deed. He had taken a liking to young Athan ever since he'd first laid eyes on the handsome six-year-old lad with long raven hair draped down at his tiny shoulders as he stood inside the sordid church clasping his mother's hand as he looked about the candle-lit corridors. Now Athan had been nearly a man with a lean pale frame and a towering height that had surpassed even the aged false priest. 

It had been Vincenzo who had convinced Athan to return to the church, promising to ensure that Father Gregory's sins did not go unpunished and that he'd simply been biding his time when he'd been away. He knew all too well that the old bastard had been weary of his older victims depending on the utter humiliation of his vile assault on them when they'd been younger to keep their silence about what he'd been doing to anyone else should the need arise. Vincenzo for the most part had been allowing the old bastard's guard to go down and when the time was right, he planned to strike. 

Their mother's involvement with the church and her subsequent excuse for why they had been subjected to violation and abuse for so many years due to her insistence on piety had been boiling over when it came to Antonia and Vincenzo's relationship. He had blamed her and her alone for allowing Gregory to abuse Athan and himself in the name of her so-called faith when she'd turned a blind eye to their combined suffering. 

Athan had never blamed his mother, not outwardly that was but Vincenzo had been quite furious with her and her excuses for forcing them to attend the wolf's false church and be violated by the bastard that ran it. Fed up with his mother not willing to listen to reason and his accounts of what the bastard Gregory had been doing to him, Athan, and boys like them, Vincenzo opted to take matters into his own hands and collect his pound of flesh in the form of vengeance twenty-fold for the atrocities committed by the false priest by unsuspecting boys who had come seeking spiritual guidance and wisdom only to find their innocence stolen and their bodies brutally violated. 

Vincenzo had known all too well that Gregory favored Athan for some strange reason and that even with his tendency to avoid boys of a certain age, He had not been able to resist spending time with the rather handsome and charming Athan. Athan had agreed to be the bait in this situation but only for Vincenzo to put an end to the old bastard once and for all. 

Such had been the plan when Athan had entered the bastard's bedchambers a soundproof place where no one had bothered to disturb the so-called priest when he'd been resting. Athan had slipped out of his clothes getting his mind ready for the inevitable end of the rotund freak that had taken a liking to his cock. 

Gregory pulled down his robes his large body given to rolls and girth that nearly covered his rather small penis as he approached the edge of his bed. Athan resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood with his own larger cock in hand The old wolf in sheep's clothes kneeled before him wrapping his mouth around the tip and licking the underside of his shaft as Athan stood noting Vincenzo's movements amid the large thick grade red drapes that lined the large windows that blocked out any light and prying eyes. 

While Athan had not been a fan of Gregory sucking him off, his body had been that of a hormonal teenager given to stimulation since puberty. He had barely been able to keep from losing himself in the sensation of being suckled as Vincenzo swooped in behind Gregory and with reflexes as quick as a cat, slit the old fat bastard's throat just as Athan pulled his cock from his mouth prompting him to question before feeling the cool of the steel from the blade across his sweat-slick thick flesh. 

"Nonti avevo detto che avresti pagato per quello che hai fatto me e al mio Fratelli bastardo?" asked Vincenzo in something of a dark tone as Athan set about tucking his cock back into his trousers and gathering his attire and putting it back on. 

Gregory barely had any time to squeal before the blade ran across the flesh of his neck slitting his throat from ear to ear as he choked on his blood and gagged before falling over onto the hardwood floor. Vincenzo had something of a giddy expression filed across his face as he glared down at the dying false priest. 

"Oggi sono la vendetta!" declared Vincenzo as he stabbed the rotund body of Gregory the false priest over and over again splattering blood in every direction as his expression became more giddy and his twisted laughter filled the bedchambers. "Che tu possa marcire all'inferno, falso prete al quale appartieni."

Athan did not know what to think as he watched Vincenzo stab the now-dead father Gregory over and over again. He had been more delighted than anyone to see the rotund monster finally get what had been coming to him but Vincenzo's delight in the act and the thickness of the pool of blood that seemed to only intensify his delight had been most concerning. 

"Basta Vincenzo, dobbiamo andare finché possiamo prima che vengano a prenderci la testa." said Athan not at all wishing to be caught with the false priest's blood on their hands. 

"Lasciami," replied Vincenzo glaring down at the body as if obsessed. 

Athan watched him reach down and unbutton his trousers fishing out his cock as he stood over the body and began to urinate upon it. Athan rolled his eyes seeing it as a waste of time and headed toward the exit. He had known all too well which door it had been given how much the false priest had escorted him back to this room and how many times he'd taken advantage of him. 

Having had enough of it all, Athan took off leaving Vincenzo to his madness as he requested. Little did he know, that the dead false priest was only the beginning of the horrors that awaited everyone that dared to visit the false church in the wake of Vincenzo's newly awakened bloodlust and thirst for vengeance. Athan had not known then that his elder brother's descent into madness had taken hold and that their mother would become one of the casualties of the incident. 

His worst fears had been realized the moment Sergio had been summoned to identify the body of Antonia Accardi murdered by several knife wounds and violated repeatedly before meeting her demise along with several of the other victims that had turned up dead that night with Gregory the false priest. 

Athan had never brought himself to turn Vincenzo in but their relationship had never been the same. The death of their mother had only been the beginning of their troubles as the rift between the brothers Accardi began to grow and eventually, Vincenzo had founded a life of his own and Athan had carved out what was left for him.