Blessed be, the wicked and the damned, may they find eternal and internal peace. For one can only pray for forgiveness, hope every day God is there to listen. However... God cannot save every soul.

It is no wonder smite and smitten are so closely linked as words; after all, falling in love with the idea of love often leaves a blow unto your chest. It was as if God had chosen to smite Gabriel, curse him with this horrid affliction of desire. Homosexuality was a sin, after all. Perhaps he wanted to be in love with his life, even went so far as to tell himself over and over again he was, he was absolutely in love. Who was he to deny himself some happiness in the bitter reality?
This manifestation of desire grew in the boy from quite a young age of his, sprouting and contorting from such heavy emotion that burdened the boy caused by the death of his dear parents. Each day, the spirit fed off tears, off every single ounce of the boy’s energy, only growing hungrier and hungrier as the days followed. It was only a matter of time now… any moment at all into his adulthood. When Gabriel could no longer choke down the demon, but would be choked by him instead.
Bones creaked and cracked, forming a physical entity finally after all these years! First, one lengthy arm, black as ebony, arose out of the priest’s chest, the other emerging just as noisily. A hollow, rumbling cackle sounded throughout the man’s lungs, echoing on every corridor of his house and ringing in his ears. Hands with long, spindly fingers found its way around Gabriel’s throat, digging into the tender flesh and never letting go.
Sweat drenched the prim and pressed bed sheets Gabriel’s wife insisted on, the man finally awake after this horrendous nightmare had started forming in his psyche. But was it a nightmare…? Wasn’t reality just a nightmare in and of itself? Olivia awoke at her husband’s midnight shouting, worry troubling her face.
“What!? What is it!?” she repeated herself over and over, breaking into hysterics as it took Gabriel minutes to stop shouting and awaken.
“It… it was a nightmare. Nothing really to worry about, Liv…,” Gabriel attempted to ease both their minds, to little avail. Nights would continue like this for the following week, eating at them and causing both of them to fear when the sun started falling. They tried prayer after prayer before bed, warm glasses of milk and broken promises, even going as far as a few milligrams of melatonin. Nothing would ever satiate this growing demon, nothing could possibly stop how powerful he had become.
It was October 21st, a Sunday no doubt, when Lier finally manifested his own body. Gabriel was alone in his living room, suddenly finding himself thrown to the floor as he coughed rather violently. First spitting out teeth, yet missing none. These teeth could not possibly be his, they were far too sharp. Blood was next, a deep, lovely crimson splattering the freshly waxed oak floor. The floor he and Olivia settled on after looking through planner after planner. Next… small bones began finding their way lodged in the priest’s windpipe, pulled out agonizingly one by one. When would this pain possibly end? As if Gabriel hadn’t been wondering that his whole life.
And just as quickly as this had begun, the mass pile of body parts swirled around, a wicked tornado of evil spinning and swirling in front of Gabriel. There, a being was finally forming. Hair a ghostly, haunting white, with no sheen to it. Skin wrapped around bones, a deep, dark grey. Not quite black, but too far from white. Muscles bulged the way Gabriel envied, or perhaps lusted after, shaping the arms, torso, and legs of this creature into something so… beautiful. A smirk played upon the being’s lips, content with finally being brought to life at last.
“Ah… to be free finally. I have been waiting so long to meet you.”