### Sex God Saga 11
### Everyone Loves a Good Exorcism
SUNDAY:
Theo had found the Ivory Heaven entrance all by himself and spent a few hours getting mentored by Coralline.
The shaman woman had studied painting under a muse of art who'd apparently been superhumanly capable but also incredibly demanding of her students.
Theo's attempts at sketching Ascelin had gone okay, but the important part was that he now carried premade Atlas glyphs -- not yet V-charged but imbued with meaning. They were mostly repellents.
After a bowl of ramen at Elmwood Square, Coralline had to go but she left Theo with little protectors, Daisy and Marigold -- wisps in corresponding flowers.
Theo stored them with Blinky in the breast pocket of his tan linen jacket he wore over a white shirt -- both gifts from his shopping trip with Paris.
That golden prince texted him right then, with a hundred dollars attached to 'spend on yourself'. Theo had taken a picture yesterday after his shower, of himself bending over with his back to the mirror. He sent it now, happily feeling like a slut. He also sent the picture to Fulin, just to see what kind of reaction he'd get.
With some of that slut-allowance, he got himself a cup of sweet, creamy coffee at a bakery -- his first since the demon incident at work.
He didn't want to sit down as he drank because the Watcher was glaring at him through pigeons if he stood still.
Mako texted him.
Theo had expected as much. He'd half expected the Forgedancer to knock at his door in the morning, wanting more sex but that hadn't happened.
Except... This was work related, if you could call it that.
The sex video Aaron had filmed had stayed gone but Greyson White, Hierarch of Agrippa's Convent, had requested it for Theo's file. They were kindly asking Theo and Mako for consent. Apparently they were considering new angles to figure out his 'condition'.
When Theo put his phone back into his pocket, he realized he had taken a turn into a delivery alley. Back entrances to different shops were on either side, the end was loosely separated from the main square by a mesh fence and a trash container across it.
Was he... a little tipsy? Oh no.
Theo turned around, to the bend he'd just taken and-
There was a guy. White, bald, strong, unnaturally green eyes, unnaturally pulsing veins.
Theo pulled his phone out again. He'd drawn a repellent barrier glyph on the back in the form of an intricate mandala with interlocking rings. "S-stand back. By the strength I invest in this sigil, you shall-"
He felt pressure against the V he was pumping into the seal. The man rushed in, tackling Theo with a much stronger grip than the twink would wiggle out of.
"Feed me," the man growled, now with a faint green glow as a halo around his head.
Speech? It wasn't a demon taking shape through a roaming vessel like a muse stepping from a painting -- this was a hostile possession. Which meant Theo should not hurt or kill the human host, not that he'd known how to.
The phone dropped and the possessed hunk pushed Theo around while pulling the shaman's pants down.
Theo fiddled with his chest pocket while his briefs got torn to bits.
The demon was more visible to his summoning sense. Green, spectral cat ears, or maybe fox ears or something, poked from the bald head.
Theo got Marigold free. Pointless - the wisp inhabited not the flower but the sunlight falling upon it and the alley was in shadow. He kept digging. "Blinky, some help?"
A firefly pushed Daisy into his hand while leaving the jacket pocket. In that moment, the jacket was torn off Theo and he got pushed into worn brick wall.
His bag was by his side, maybe if he could reach...
Blinky zipped across the hunk's face, sparking. The possession recoiled, a sunburn drawn across his face.
Theo slipped down and upturned his bag. There were seals doodled on the water bottle. He hardly had enough V to do something if the first time hadn't worked. No, he needed his wallet. There! Now if...
He was ripped backward by his collar. The shirt tore but Theo was pulled into the demon's grasp again.
"Fucking. Feed. Me."
The hunk's own clothes disintegrated into strips, moving on him like tendrils. One end of each strip flew freely, the other end collected at his back. Like a dozen cloth tails.
The many-tailed cat-hunk-thing pushed Theo into a wall. Cloth wrapped around his wrists and pulled them into the small of his back. Other strips wrapped around his thighs and pulled them apart.
Theo's toes were close enough to his wallet to spread the cards filled with rings and arrowed.
The shaman dropped Daisy and fed his remaining V into the wisp. "Get in there. Follow the glyphs." He watched the flicker sink into the card and slip away. The instruction should have told the little Outsider to find a shaman and bring them here, but Theo couldn't see whose name had been the card Daisy had picked.
The hunk's hands gripped Theo's neck and cut his airflow.
"Give me power."
Theo pushed his ass out and the grip loosened enough to let him stay alive.
A dick entered. This was a real human dick, driven by possession, instead of the magically assembled rods demonic Outsiders had fucked him with so far.
Theo tried to hold back but the grip tightened again until he let his ability flow free and let his ass get pounded with abandon.
Fino had said a possession of Theo couldn't last too long but what about an already possessed human? There wasn't really a limit, so they'd be here until someone found him.
That could take all day.
"Found them!" An unfamiliar voice, young, male, monotone. "Tarnation."
"By his grace!" A female voice, very young. "Demonic perversion. Christ protect us."
Oh shit. Redeemers.
"Careful, Liturgy," the first voice said. "The victim might be a pervert himself. He seems to enjoy the unclean acts."
"I will try to avert my eyes, oh great god," the female one said. "Where in the heck is Sacred?"
The demon pulled Theo away from the wall by the neck, the shaman's shoes scraping on rough asphalt as he was dragged, his thighs kept apart and his wrists still at his back.
With his erection leaking precum, Theo was getting fucked *at* the second generation Redeemers like a meat shield.
He'd read the dossier on the Smith family.
Liturgy was a mere 17. A petite girl in drab clothing who'd been fit for any church pew. She was a 'trapper' having been granted a power like a walking seal when her family had made 'the pact'.
Her brother Eucharist was 22 but looked younger with a narrow frame and a light brunet emo fringe on his plain face. He was a 'chaser' and probably as fast as the crazy cat lady Theo had escaped less than two weeks ago. He was also a 'slayer', which made him inherently dangerous.
Eucharist closed in with a sharpened cross held like a knife. Black brass knuckles were on both his hands.
"D-don't," Theo said. "Don't hurt him. He's possessed. He's probably innocent."
"Oh lord," Liturgy said. "If he knows these things he must be a witch." She came slowly closer with her eyes covered so she wouldn't see Theo's dick.
Eucharist smiled. "That makes it easier. A demon and a witch. By the savior, you're getting what you deserve, witch pervert."
"Can you exorcise him?" Theo asked.
The fuck intensified. Many-tail-kitten-hunk groaned and kept lifting the bottom off the ground with his trusts. He was going to squeeze as much out of Theo as possible and then leave.
