Chapter 9

Ididn’t quite realize the series of unfortunate events I was going to unleash by deliberately using my curse on someone. Fuck! It could at least be good for something. The gas they used on us was noxious. My head was pounding and my mouth tasted like chemicals when I woke up.

That wasn’t the worst part. They’d managed to get my fake nun statue moved, but instead of moving her out, they moved her in my cell. There was literally zero enrichment in here. It was four padded walls and a metal door. They finally gave me something to look at and it was the fake nun I’d turned to stone for starving me and torturing all of us.

“Seriously?” I shrieked when I saw her.

Then, I started coughing because of that stupid gas. I heard the scrape of a chair outside my door. Someone was camped out there. They could be worse than Sister Mary Eugene, but I highly doubted they were better or they wouldn’t be here.

“You need to take some time to think about what you did, so we had Sister Mary Eugene moved into your cell so she can continue to save the damned even in death. Maybe it will convince you to repent and finally break your curse.”

Who was this fucker? That had to be the funniest shit I’d ever heard, and I knew Gelos back in the day.

“The god that cursed me is older than your god. She was literally born from a thought and is insanely smart. Athena didn’t want her curse broken by anyone but her because other gods have tried. I’ve groveled until I’m blue in the face and it was not my fault I got raped. I haven’t met yours, but I’ve met several gods, little boy. Some of them are nice, but a lot of them are assholes who think their shit don’t stink. Yours isn’t any stronger or more important than the others.”

“You’re just deluded, child. I’m here to help. I’m Monsignor Hannibal.”

“Child? You’re the one who is deluded. I’m thousands of years older than you and you’re using a title you can only get from the Pope. Your group was excommunicated two Popes ago. I don’t know how long I’ve been down here since you bitches never turn the lights out, but the Pope when you kidnapped me had some pretty big opinions about all of you being charged with war crimes.

“Remember how I said I’ve met gods, unlike you? I’m close with a few of them. They’ll be looking for me. They are just trying to figure out where you’ve hidden me. You’re finally going to meet god, just not the one you were planning, and my friends tend to be a little more creative than yours.”

He laughed, but he really had no idea.

“Oh, we have wards for gods. They can’t see this place.”

“Bet your address is public on the internet, you chuckle fuck. That’s not going to stop them.”

“No one is going to break you out, child. We’ve protected ourselves from other gods, the demon possessed are powerless here, and we have a rigorous screening process in case someone tries to infiltrate our walls under the guise of being one of us. I’m going to continue Sister Mary Eugene’s treatment since it got a rise out of you. A few more days without food while you contemplate your actions should do you well.”

Fuck. I was already getting dizzy when I sat up. There was only so much water I could drink. My friends would find me and they weren’t going to let something like a sigil or all these precautions against supernaturals stop them.

It would really suck to die from lack of food before that happened.