UNHOLY TRINITY 2 (Updated) by TripleHelix

Writer: TripleHelix

Subject: UNHOLY TRINITY 2 (Updated)

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Unholy Trinity 2 (Updated)

The last few days had been draining for Mary. She had known that her son was destined to die, but nothing could have prepared her for the agony of actually witnessing his death. She had told herself that she believed the prophecies, that he would rise again, but there was of course a nagging fear that the prophecies were beyond her understanding, that things wouldn’t go according to plan. Now, however, it seemed that the prophecies might have been true after all. The tomb was empty! Still, she had seen no sign of her son.

The apostles were out and about, looking and listening for signs of her son’s return. They had left her behind, closed up in this room, hidden for her safety. She wished at least one of them would return. She didn’t know how much longer she could bear the loneliness.

Mary wasn’t sure if she had dozed momentarily, or if he had just suddenly appeared out of thin air, but all at once she was aware of her son standing before her. She leapt up from the bed and rushed toward him, but stopped after a few steps. Something seemed amiss.

“Peace be with you, Mother,” Jesus said.

He smiled at her. She couldn’t decide why she had stopped.

“Son, is it you?”

“Of course, it is, mother. Who else would it be?”

“Something seems …” Mary couldn’t finish the statement.

There was nothing visible to cause her reaction, but she felt as if something was very deeply wrong with her son. Jesus continued to smile at her and took a few steps toward her. He embraced her tightly, but the physical contact failed to ease Mary’s concerns. If anything, it only worried her more. There was something wrong here.

“You don’t trust me, mother, I can tell. Why are you uneasy?”

“I don’t know, Son. Something feels … wrong. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Well, mother, things are, let’s say, different now.”

He continued smiling, but it was not a benevolent smile. The sinister edge that had been hiding behind it was beginning to show.”What do you mean?”

Mary could feel, deep inside her pure soul, the stark and unwholesome change that she was sure had come over her son. Its exact nature still eluded her, though.

“Have you ever thought about Sin, Mother? I know you have never experienced it, but have you ever even thought about it?”

Something about the question made Mary’s blood run cold.

“Of course not! Why would I?” Mary said indignantly.

She suddenly felt defensive in a way she had never felt before. Jesus looked at her for several uncomfortably long moments. Mary thought he seemed to be looking at her in an almost sexual way. She was just about to ask him to stop when he spoke again.

“You are aware, of course, why I was brought into this world.”

Mary nodded. She had known why since the moment of her son’s conception.

“You know that I was God incarnate, taking on physical form in the flesh of a man to redeem mankind from all its sins.”

Mary had already begun to nod again when she was struck by his choice of words. Was? He had been God incarnate? Was he not still the physical incarnation of God? Her fear deepened.

“My purpose has changed.”

Those simple words struck Mary like a physical blow, and she didn’t know why. There was something deeply unsettling about the way her son said them.

“What do you mean? How could it change?”

“Because I have changed, mother.”

Again, the vagueness of her son’s statement terrified Mary. Why couldn’t he just say what he meant? Jesus noticed the pleading in her eyes.

“I have abandoned the worthless goal of saving men from things they have no interest in being saved from. Furthermore, I have embraced those things. All of them. I have embraced Sin, I have truly become Sin. I have been remade in a new image, and Sin is an integral part of my new being. My new purpose is to spread Sin across the entire world, to every man, woman, and child in it. I will pollute the entirety of existence with my unholiness, starting with you.”

Mary felt stark terror at those words. This couldn’t be her son, it couldn’t possibly be her son. She mustered some courage though …

“Begone from me demon, go back to Satan who sent you to torment me!” She shouted. Jesus laughed at her.

“But I am your son, mother, the same son you birthed, nursed, raised, and followed. However, I am no longer my father’s son. I have irrevocably separated myself from your god.”

Mary looked deeply into the eyes of the man standing before her and knew that it was her son, despite the apparent change. Everything Mary had lived for was crumbling in front of her, and she was growing numb. She had spent her entire life as a consecrated virgin, pledged to her God for the betterment of all mankind. She had deprived herself of so many things, normal things that everyone around her took for granted, all in the service of the greater good. And for what? It seemed to all be crashing down around her. Mary had never felt such emptiness.

Jesus could feel some of what his mother was thinking, catching fleeting impressions here and there. This was odd because in the past he’d always been able to tell exactly what was on her mind. Still, though, the general impression of her thoughts told him that she was feeling real doubt for the first time in her life.

Just as with his Fall, he knew that he needed that doubt to open the door for Mary’s first experience of Sin. He couldn’t simply overwhelm her with Sin, as Satan had done with him. This required subtlety, tact, and a gentle approach. He needed to guide his holy mother slowly toward the path to her Fall. The time seemed ripe.

“Mother, let me show you something.”

Jesus took her face in his hands and leaned in close. For a moment Mary thought he meant to kiss her, but before she could recoil from the unwanted gesture he stopped short and breathed on her. He watched with satisfaction as the cloud of concentrated Sin encircled his pure, chaste, holy mother, swirling tightly about her, groping for a path into her heart.

Mary had closed her eyes. She felt her son’s warm breath across her face, redolent of things she couldn’t place. The breath seemed to circle back around her in a way breath shouldn’t behave; she was sure she could feel it prodding at her, physically pressing in on her as if looking for something. It was taking on a life of its own as it brushed against her skin. Mary breathed in deeply, her thoughts suddenly growing cloudy, unsure of how to respond to this sensation.

She tried to remember what she had been thinking about. Ah, yes, she was dissatisfied with her state in life. And why shouldn’t she be? Everything seemed to have been a lie. Her pointless deprivation, her contrived piety, her sickening morality, all of it had been a mistake. The warmth caresSing her smooth skin tightened perceptibly, pressing in on her, embracing her in its growing darkness. Yes, it had all been a terrible, hideous mistake. Why had she let herself be lured into leading such a life?

With a sudden snap, her innate purity asserted itself. Her eyes flew open as the implications of these thoughts struck her. They weren’t her thoughts at all, but where were they coming from? She began to panic, pressing the thoughts back down, trying to recall an appropriate prayer for this situation, anything to take her mind off of the unfamiliar feelings of doubt. She loved her life. Her consecration was her defining characteristic, that and her status as the Mother of God. She pleaded with herself, begging her mind not to give in to the doubt.

That momentary doubt, arising from what she had seen with her own eyes, and heard with her own ears, had already done its work. It had created the tiniest of openings in her heart, broken the pure soil of her morality just enough, to allow an opening for the cloud of depravity that compassed her. She looked in shock and sorrow at her fallen son, watching his face, wondering why his eyes were lighting up as he saw what was happening to her.

Jesus had begun to see into Mary’s mind again, just a little, as soon as the dark influences of Sin took hold of her. He knew what was about to happen, even as her mind closed itself again to his prying senses as she briefly recovered. It took a few seconds, but Jesus at last saw a thin stream of Sin penetrate the space opened by Mary’s doubt. Such a small bit of Sin, but so much more than she was equipped to handle. The remaining mass of Sin continued to swirl about her, biding its time. Jesus smiled at his mother, the most wicked smile she had ever seen.

The alien sensation caused her to jump. Something was inside of her, something dark and cold, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt the Sin prying its way inside her, clawing, tearing its way into the core of her being, into her heart. She felt a strong urge to stop it, but she had no idea how.

The Sin burrowed its way down into the center of her heart. It was a cold shock as if she’d plunged into an icy river. Her vision went white for a moment, and then it was as if her body was on fire. The very fires of Hell seemed to engulf her.

From her heart, the Sin began sending out feelers, tendrils running along all of the nerves in her body. It reached into her mind, spreading corruption before it as it sought out her pleasure centers. Thoughts she’d never had before raced through her head. She fell back on the bed and arched her back, gasping, vaguely aware that her nipples were rapidly stiffening and pressing visibly through her robes.

She was aware that her hands were moving to cup her breasts, though she didn’t think she was actually in control of them. Her fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, something she had never done before. Such a simple gesture, but the feelings it produced were exquisite. Her purity was so great, however, that this small bit of Sin was unable to fully germinate. The visions in her head began to abate as the tiny seedling of sn played itself out in her system. Jesus had felt those visions strongly, the first time he had a clear sense of his mother’s thoughts.

As her thoughts began a return to normalcy, he found it hard once again to see them. Jesus was amused at the profound effect such a small dose of Sin had on his chaste mother. He could still see the remnants of the cloud of Sin writhing about her, still looking for a way in. He decided to rein things in a bit. Leaning back in toward Mary, he drew the cloud of Sin back into himself, feeling the now familiar rush of depravity as they assimilated into his own darkened soul.

Mary sat up slowly, smoothing her robes, trying not to touch her suddenly sensitive breasts, and trying desperately to get her breathing under control. The growing wetness between her legs made it more difficult. She was not accustomed to any of these feelings. She looked around the room, trying to find something concrete to take her thoughts away from whatever she had just experienced.

“What was that? What did you do to me?”

A thin smile crossed her son’s lips.

“I just gave you your first taste of Sin. Only a small one, but I know it’s still infinitely more than you’ve ever experienced before. Remember it well, Mother, for it can show you the path to darkness. Let it mark the beginning of your new self.”

The words left Mary cold again in the wake of the heat brought on by her first experience with Sin. She was content with her path, she did not need a new one. She didn’t want a new self. She realized that by some miracle she was finally having some success in quelling her doubts.”But why? Why would I change who I am? I am betrothed to God, and I have no desire for anything else.”

“Because Sin is the essence of being human, mother. Just as much as breathing. If you don’t breathe, you will die, yes? Well, without Sin you aren’t truly alive, either. I need you to recognize that. I need you to stop for a moment and think about what you just experienced. Tell me, truthfully, have you ever felt that way in your life?”

He was having a hard time again grasping her thoughts as her holiness shielded her mind from his. Mary’s heart screamed at her, begging her not to listen to her son, not to go along with whatever game he was playing. She still felt weak, not fully recovered from the imprecations of Sin. She was not thinking clearly, she needed to gather her thoughts. He was tempting her, she knew, but she answered anyway.

“No.”

That was certainly true, and Jesus knew it. Even without access to her thoughts, he knew it to be true. It was, after all, her first experience of Sin. Jesus nodded, then said, “Tell me, and again be truthful, have you ever felt that good before, in all your life?”

A tear dropped from the corner of Mary’s eye. If she were being truthful to herself, then no, she had not ever in her life felt as good as she had felt a few moments before. She fought with herself, wrestling with how best to answer her son. Jesus could again tell that a struggle was raging in his mother’s mind, but without being able to see clearly what her thoughts were.

Reaching deep into his own blackened soul, he allowed Sin to begin seeping out of himself again. He could see it emerging from his pores like thin black smoke, coalescing into a roiling cloud, reaching out toward his holy mother. Thin wisps emerged from the other side of the cloud, reaching out toward Mary, caressing her, and swirling into a more concentrated cloud.

“Mother, you haven’t answered me. Have you ever felt so good in your entire life as you felt under the influence of Sin?”

Mary flinched at her son’s voice. She did not want to answer that question. She could hardly bear to admit it to herself, and her shame prevented her from admitting to Jesus, but deep inside herself, she knew that she had enjoyed Sin. She pushed that thought down, repressing it, turning her back on herself.

Unknowingly, she took her first step down the path of darkness.

“Son, you can’t possibly understand the joy I experienced in carrying you, the Son of God, and bringing you forth into the world. That was the most joy any woman could ever feel.”

But that was a lie. Mary knew it was a lie, but said it anyway. Her lie created another opening for the Sin to enter her. She felt it immediately, knew what was happening, and just as immediately regretted her poor choice. It was too late though. The Sin, just a little bit more of it this time, blasted its way through the small crack created by the lie. She could feel it again inside her, but this time she was wracked with pain as it drove forcefully into her heart. She realized that she was feeling guilty.

As the Sin settled into its place within her heart, the pain faded, and the guilt receded, replaced again by the still-unfamiliar ecstasy. Her mind raced again, and Jesus began to see her thoughts more clearly as they were corrupted by Sin. She fell back on the bed again, eyes glassy, breathing coming in halting gasps. Her crotch was on fire now, and she had no idea what she should do about it. It cried out for attention that she didn’t know how to give.

The effects of the second round of Sin lasted a little longer. The freshly tilled soil of her heart was still not fertile enough, though. As it finally played itself out, Mary regained her composure and sat up on the bed again. She realized, ashamed, that her son was still watching her.

“You lied to me, mother. I know you lied because I watched the Sin enter your body as soon as you spoke. You may be able to hide your thoughts from me, but I have other ways of knowing your heart.”

Jesus looked stern in a way Mary had rarely seen before, almost threatening. His words made her angry though. Why did he dare speak to his mother that way?”Why do you care if I lie? It can’t be that you’re concerned about my piety.”

“No, mother, I don’t give a damn about your piety, because I’m watching it crumble before my eyes.”

That statement checked the growing rage inside Mary, turning it once again into fear.

“I don’t care if you lie to me, because in the end, I’ll know the truth anyway. I am much more concerned that you are lying to yourself.”

Mary thought about his words for a moment. She had not considered it from that angle, that she was lying to herself more than anyone else. She turned her thoughts back to her innermost self, recalling the sensations Sin produced within her. She had just experienced pleasure beyond anything she had thought possible. Such a simple thing, such a small amount of Sin, had given her an ecstasy she had never known.

Admitting it to herself was not enough though. By failing to tell her son the truth about the pleasure she had felt, she had without a doubt told a lie, and if she could not be truthful with her son, where did that leave her? It left her open to the further influence of Sin. Is that what she wanted?

Here was another question, and it terrified Mary to the core of her being that she was asking it of herself. This wasn’t her son, in his newfound role as tempter, trying to trick her into opening herself further to Sin. This was her own heart, her own heart that had always been so full of mercy and compassion, asking bluntly if she wanted to Sin.

She searched her heart and her mind, and what she found distressed her greatly. She could not deny, not to herself or her son, that what she had felt at the hands of Sin had felt better, more fulfilling, than anything she had ever felt before. She also couldn’t deny that there was a growing curiosity within her, a deep-seated, burning need to feel those things again. They were like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and she began to admit to herself, at least, that she did want more.

Another small step on the path to darkness.

But then a small voice spoke up inside her. It told her that just wanting to experience it again didn’t matter, so long as she didn’t give in to those desires. She could still find forgiveness, so long as she did not act on her desires. She clutched at this idea like a woman drowning, clinging to it as if it were her only salvation from the torment she was experiencing. It gave her some momentary strength to suppress her more base desires.

“You are right, I did lie to you and myself. Those feelings were better than anything I have ever felt before, and I would love to experience them again. But I can’t do that, I will not go down that road. I can admit to the pleasure without again succumbing to it.”

Mary stood up now, trying to impose a sense of dominance on her words.

“Even if that was the last bit of pleasure I will ever have on this Earth, I refuse to throw away the purity with which I pledged myself to God! Even if we have lost you, even if you have willingly given yourself over to the very antithesis of everything I raised you to be, I will not follow you in your damnation! You were sent here to atone for our Sins, but if you aren’t man enough to follow through with that, I must preserve my purity so that God may use me again to bring forth another Savior!”

Mary stood defiantly before her son, hoping that her words would reach him. Jesus, however, just laughed at her.

“You dare to lecture me about being a man? What do you know about being a man? You still don’t understand. It is true, I was sent here to atone for the Sins of the world, to give my life as a sacrifice to make perfect an imperfect creation. And I intended to fulfil that purpose no matter the cost to myself. But then, I too experienced Sin. Just like you, it was overwhelming at first. It hurt.

“I was in agony. It was so vastly different from anything I had felt before, and I hated it, despised it with every holy fiber of my being. But it kept assailing me. And finally, just like you, I had a moment of doubt.”In the end, that doubt was all it took. Doubt created a path for Sin to enter my being. It wasn’t much at first, but it didn’t take much. I told you, Mother, Sin is the very essence of being human. It found its place inside me, the empty place inside me where I had never allowed it before.

“It worked its way ever deeper inside me, filling me, and showing me things I had never imagined before. Finally, I allowed my holiness to crumble, I willingly submitted, and I opened myself fully to all the Sin in the world. I immersed myself in Sin, allowing it to defile me and reshape me in its image. Giving myself to Sin has shown me the true meaning of being human, and you can experience that as well.”

The small voice still spoke in Mary’s heart. She still could not comprehend the nature of Sin, and could not understand the effects it could have. She refused to let her son’s words dismay her.

“Son, you have allowed yourself to be deceived. Surely you are not so far gone that your merciful Father can’t redeem you, so that you may redeem the world.”

Jesus smirked at her, snorting with derision.

“My father! Where is my father now? Where was he while I was being tempted in the garden, begging him for help? I tried, Mother, I tried with all my heart to repress the desires that Sin gave me. I tried with all my soul to pray to your god to help me, to protect me, but he ignored my pleas, so fuck him, he is dead to me!

“If he wanted to redeem the world, why did he give me up in my hour of need? Why did he forsake me? It’s because he doesn’t care, mother, about you or me or anyone else. He never truly wanted to redeem mankind for mankind’s benefit. It was all a ploy to further bind mankind to himself. He only wants your worship, without giving you anything in return. Sin allowed me to see that. Sin has given me true freedom.”

Mary’s spirits fell as her son railed against his father. She was more terrified, though, because she couldn’t escape the inevitable conclusion of his words. Her son was not only her son but also the Son of God, consubstantial with his Father. They were a part of the same whole. If her son, an integral part of God, said these things about God, then how could they not be true? And if they were true, where did that leave her, or the rest of the world?

“Why now though? Why are you just now saying these things?”

Jesus stood and walked around the room for a moment.

“You will wonder why, as the son of God, as a part of the God who created this world, I didn’t understand these things before. That is a fair question. It’s simply because in my prior state of existence, being fully divine, I was not capable of experiencing Sin at all. It was only when I willfully opened my flesh, the human part of myself, up to Sin that I began to understand what it means to be human.

“All things were created through me and for me, yes. But that was in the beginning, Mother, before the Fall. Once mankind separated itself from me and my father through Sin, our connection was severed. As a purely divine being, I could comprehend the existence of Sin, but I could not truly comprehend Sin itself. Sin, by its very definition, is separation from the divine.

“When I took on human form and entered your world, my creation, I opened the door for two possible outcomes. On the one hand, I could take on Sin and serve as a blood sacrifice, a true atonement for that Sin. That was indeed why I entered the world.

“But from the beginning, there was always the second option as well, only I never considered it until the end. Do you dispute my earlier statement? Do men want forgiveness for their Sins?”

Mary thought for a second. She couldn’t find a coherent argument against her son’s words, and she was terrified to lie again.

“No, son, most men probably don’t.”

“Then why should I give myself up for them? Why would I suffer the torment of the cross, only for men and women to continue indulging in Sin, making a mockery of my sacrifice?”

There was a cold logic to what Jesus said. The small voice inside Mary was growing quiet. She still couldn’t find a good rebuttal. Then, the small voice spoke to her again. It didn’t seem like much, but she decided it was all she had.

“But your father is forever merciful, always forgiving. How is it that you lost sight of that?”

Jesus erupted in rage at that statement.

“Because that Sin of a bitch isn’t the one who was destined to hang on a fucking cross! He did that to me, instead!”

Jesus stalked around the room as if he were looking for something to kick.”Mother, just as in my divine nature I was unable to experience Sin, so also I was unable to experience physical pain, the agony, the tortuous death of crucifixion. The human part of my nature, which my father does not share, was all too capable of feeling that agony.”

“But you still died on the cross, how does turning your back on God and forgiveness make any of this better?”

“Because I took that pain, that agony, and channeled it into the Sin I took inside me! I used that pain to augment the Sin, to make it more powerful, to consolidate it inside my soul! I needed the agony to truly become what I destined myself to be when I allowed the first bit of delicious Sin to enter my heart!”

Jesus stopped pacing and took a moment to compose himself. Yelling at his mother was only going to push her away. He was again losing his insight into her mind, which meant that she was slipping away from him.

“There are only so many ways for me to tell you that Sin is the true, defining, aspect of humanity. Only you can decide if you want to partake in that experience. But I beg you, don’t let yourself be blinded by your notions of piety or your expectations of reconciliation for humanity. Mankind doesn’t want it, has never wanted it. Mankind learned long ago that true happiness could only be obtained through Sin. And mother, you must believe me, if you let yourself go and fully embrace Sin, you will experience an ecstasy, unlike anything your god can give you.”

That stumped the small voice again. It seemed to Mary that she was fighting a losing battle; every time she listened to that small voice, it only brought forth some stronger argument from her son. She could not deny that what he said about mankind seemed to be true. She could see it with her own eyes, the depravity of the world. She knew it existed. Also, she couldn’t deny that she didn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand it. Her purity, her virginity, and her holiness kept her insulated from those things.

And now a new complication arose in her mind. All of these things she could see in the world around her. She could experience them. She could remain holy and chaste, merely seeing them from a distance. Or she could give in to Sin and directly partake in them. Her God, on the other hand, was always distant. She couldn’t see him or hear him. How could she know for sure that she was right?

Mary was alarmed to find herself pondering her son’s words, thinking more deeply about what they implied. Was there truly no possibility of atonement? All available evidence seemed to point in that direction. She admitted to herself that what her son said made some sort of sense. This admission prompted an outburst from the small voice, but Mary pushed it back. She wasn’t through teasing out this thread in her mind.

So many people in the world, and almost all of them in thrall to Sin. Why? Did they know something she didn’t know? She flinched when she realized that they did indeed know something that she had only learned a few short minutes before. They knew the effects of Sin. They knew how wonderful Sin made them feel, and they indulged themselves constantly.

Jesus felt a sudden spark from Mary’s direction. Her mind was beginning to glow like a beacon before him. He smiled inwardly and released another cloud of Sin in his mother’s direction, supplementing what was still circling her. At its touch, the Virgin relaxed slightly, though she wasn’t aware why.

She still could not feel the Sin around her for what it was, although its influence was beginning to have an effect on her. As she contemplated her son’s words, she subconsciously lowered her defenses, so that her innate purity provided less and less protection from the external effects of Sin. It began to pluck at her again, struggling to find a way inside.

Her thoughts returned to what she had felt earlier. She had to be honest, at least with herself. Lying would only make it worse. But that was the best she had ever felt, the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. She could not even put into words the way her brief dalliance with Sin affected her, all she knew was that the more she remembered it, the more of it she wanted. The quiet voice was back again, nagging at her, insisting that she needed to stop going down this path. She paused, her holiness reasserting itself for a moment, but then decided that she wanted to continue, at least another step or two.

There were so many things she had never experienced in her life. She had always known that, of course. It had been imposed upon her at a young age before she was able to decide for herself. Likewise with the appearance of the angel Gabriel, telling her that she would bear the Son of God. She was far too young to grasp the true implications of that, much less try to stand up to it. Thirteen years old! What if that happened today? How would she respond? The corners of her lips curled up, almost imperceptibly, as she imagined rebuking Gabriel, telling him that she was not interested in his fool’s errand.

The blazing beacon of her mind was becoming a raging inferno that Jesus couldn’t ignore. He knew that the struggle inside her was intense and that depravity was beginning to win out. He further increased the Sin in the air around his mother, but slowly. He didn’t want to overwhelm her as he had been.

Mary unknowingly felt the tainting effects of the Sin around her. She began to let her mind wander freely, imagining things that would have seemed blasphemous to her former self. Her former self? Yes, without a doubt, Mary could feel a change coming over her, as if her eyes were slowly opening after a long sleep. Nothing had visibly changed in her surroundings, but the air felt different, alive as if things she couldn’t see were all around her. She felt lifted by them, encouraged as if they were telling her to continue on this path she found herself on.

Just one more small step for now. Maybe later she would take another, larger, step.

Her mind wandered to sex. Most women her age, in their middle forties, had been with at least one man. Even at the tender age of thirteen, her pregnancy had not aroused undue suspicion. It was common for girls that age to be married, and with that inevitably came a consummation. Images danced through her head, ever more explicit, showing her all the things she had failed to partake in. Those girls grew into women and continued to have sex, over and over, revelling in it, nipples engorged and tender, clits swollen, cunts slick with desire, taking their husband’s hard, veiny cocks deep within themselves.

Some women were fortunate enough, she realized, to have sex with two or three men. Maybe even four or five! Mary’s breathing was quickening again, her heart was pounding, and she had closed her eyes. She pictured a woman on her hands and knees, a man behind her ploughing deeply into her, while another man knelt before her, feeding his gigantic cock into her mouth. Her nipples were becoming sensitive again, and there was a growing heat between her legs.

She found herself envying those lucky few women fortunate enough to work as whores, who were with multiple men every day. The heat between her legs became a wetness, which grabbed her attention again. Slowly, furtively, she reached under her robes and felt her crotch. It was radiating heat, beckoning her to slip her fingers between her folds. She stopped herself, though, aware that her son was watching her intently.

“It’s natural to have these urges, mother. Let yourself feel them. Act on them. Stop denying yourself the pleasure that your body is capable of giving you. Even if you’re only pleasuring yourself.” His words bored into her mind, and she realized that he might be able to read some of her thoughts, but still, she couldn’t quite push herself over the edge. The want, the need, was growing within her, but years of consecrated life still carried enough weight to keep it tamped down. Cracks were beginning to form around the edges of her restraint, though. Mary didn’t know how long she could hold out, didn’t know why she even wanted to hold out.

All at once the small voice intruded again on her reverie. Calling her back toward the fork in the road, pointing to the right path. She finally recognized this voice; it had been with her all her life, always responding to her prayers, always helping her with her spiritual needs. She had always let her spiritual needs take precedence over all other needs, and this voice, the voice of her God, had always been there to support her.

She hesitated, though. This voice was only in her head. Her dripping cunt was right here, physically between her legs, where it had always been, ignored and needy. Why shouldn’t she pay just a little attention to it?

Just one more step along this path …

She shushed the small voice, and her fingers brushed across the wet folds of her cunt. It was the first time she’d ever touched herself in this way. Her eyes closed again, slowly.

One more step, a little larger this time …

The small voice was growing more strident. It called out to her; was that panic she detected in its tone? It was something she’d never heard in it before, and it once again brought her to her senses, if only briefly.

“Son, this isn’t right.”

It was all she could find to say. Yet her hand was still beneath her robes, cupping her wet sex. Mary realized that it would only take a slight movement of her fingers to spread herself open, to resume giving herself pleasure. Again she thought of the images that had flashed before her eyes in the moments following her first taste of Sin. Why had she said that? Why did she think there was anything wrong with this?

But she knew there was indeed something wrong with it. She resolved to turn back, to listen once again to her God’s voice, to let it guide her out of this dark valley she found herself in. What was it telling her to do though? She found it increasingly harder to make out the voice, unaware that the growing mass of Sin all around her, coupled with her growing acceptance of that Sin, was beginning to isolate her from her God’s presence. At last, she realized that a good first step would be removing her hand from her crotch.

Caught as her hand was inside her robes, she could not merely lift it straight up from between her legs but instead had to slide it up along the opening of her labia. In doing so, she inadvertently brushed her fingers across her engorged clitoris, and her world exploded. The jolt that it sent through her shocked her to her core. It felt so good. Her hand froze, still touching her clit, as the aftershocks of that first touch reverberated through her body. She began shaking slightly, which only served to further stimulate her neglected clit.

The small voice was still there, but she really couldn’t make out what it was saying at all through the haze that increasingly clouded her mind in the wake of the sexual detonation. She remembered that it had been accidental, that she had been trying to stop stimulating herself. She had a hard time remembering why she had wanted to stop herself. Why should she? As intense as the explosion of pleasure had been, she knew that there was much more to be had. But she couldn’t find that vast sea of pleasure if she stopped.

The annoying chittering in her ears at last resolved itself again into the small voice, badgering her, lecturing her, almost begging her to take a few steps back. Back along the dark path she now seemed so intent on treading. Back toward the fork in the road. Back along the right path. A hatred of that voice sprang into her heart, but again she opened her eyes. Seeing the real world around her seemed to awaken her. Remorse flowed through her, and she sheepishly acknowledged the small voice.

The Sin was still all about her though, and the small stream of it that remained inside her beckoned to the larger external mass, trying to draw it inside. A new question was forming itself in her mind: How could anything that felt like that be wrong? Surely, it couldn’t be wrong if it felt so right.

Torn between the devotion to her God, the only thing she’d ever known, and her desire to take yet another step along this path she found herself on, she brushed her clit again. Again, it was like lightning flashing through every nerve in her body. Part of her mind still screamed that this was wrong, all of it was wrong, but there was an ever-growing compulsion within her, begging her to take one more swipe at her clit. But to her great annoyance, she found that she couldn’t physically bring herself to do it again.

She wanted it. She needed it. Needed it more than anything else in the world. Purity, chastity, and that fucking voice held her back. Then an idea occurred to her.

“Son …” she gasped, almost unable to speak now.

“Yes, Mother?”

Jesus approached her again, watching intently as she fought her internal battle. Her eyes were half-closed again.

“Again,” Mary panted, sliding her finger back down between the folds of her inner labia, feeling the slickness there, wanting but unable to draw it back up across her clit, “I need to feel it, I need to feel the Sin again, more Sin …”

If she were tainted again by the Sin that welled up from within her son, maybe she could find the strength to pleasure herself.

“Are you sure?” Jesus asked, knowing the answer even as he spoke.

“Yes, son … Please, I can’t …”

She knew that her purity was standing in the way, not allowing her to move any further down this dark path that she now so desperately wanted to follow. She just couldn’t do it, no matter how much she wanted it.

Jesus found it amusing that his mother was still not able to fall. He could see more clearly into her mind now, he knew that depravity was gaining a foothold within her, but her holiness remained intact. But if another taste was all she needed to push her over that edge, he was more than happy to oblige her request.

“If that’s what you want, mother. It’s all around you already, yours for the taking. But I’ll give you even more.”

“Yesssss …” Mary’s eyes were fully closed now. Her hand had stopped moving between her legs, but her breathing had become ragged. Jesus leaned in near her face again and gently exhaled, sending another blast of debauchery over his mother.

Mary sucked in a quick, sharp breath, and stiffened noticeably as the Sin swirled about her. Jesus could see it prying its way into her body, meeting far less resistance now than when he had given her the first taste. Her hand began moving again. Jesus knew what she was seeing in her mind. Large cocks penetrating young women, women pleasuring other women, men pleasuring other men, all manner of depravity that she had never before imagined. Jesus could feel her edging ever closer to the precipice, ever closer to her Fall.

All at once, though, he lost sight of her thoughts again. Her eyes opened and she jerked her hand from beneath her robes. She was beginning to cry.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face, “This isn’t what I want!”

Her face was turning red now as shame over her behavior set in. She fought back the tears, trying to regain her composure.

“Son, think about your purpose! It isn’t too late to make things right!”

Jesus sat down next to his mother and put an arm around her.

“It is too late though, mother. It is far too late for me to turn back now. I am fully committed to my purpose. I told you earlier, that instead of taking on the Sin of the world as an atoning sacrifice, I have taken in all the Sin of the world and made it my own. I exist now only as Sin, Sin personified, and I intend to spread that Sin. I will spread myself as far and as wide as I can. I will infect as many people with Sin and debauchery as possible. You should feel honored, Mother, that you have been chosen to be the first.”

Mary was sobbing uncontrollably now. “No, son, that can’t be! You have to stop this! It’s madness…. this isn’t what was meant to be.”

“Mother, as a part of the God who created this world, I think I have a better understanding of what is meant to be than you do. This might not be what I and my father intended at the beginning, but this is how things will end. Taking on human form, with all of the attendant frailties, might have been a mistake if I still cared about atonement. I don’t care, though, not one bit. Sin banished that care from me, and I have never felt better in all of my existence.”

Despair at her son’s words oddly allowed Mary to calm herself a little bit. As her breathing slowed, she found herself able to think again. What she was thinking, though, she didn’t like one bit. Pressing in at all the edges of her mind, she could feel the weight of Sin. It was inside of her, she could feel it like a cold dagger, and it was calling out to her with increasing volume.

It was her turn to stand and pace about the room. She held her head in her hands, shaking it furiously as if that could rid herself of the intrusive thoughts. They remained, however, testing her, taunting her, tempting her. She stopped pacing and turned toward her son, wanting to say something. She could find no words.

Jesus watched Mary intently again. He could see the battle raging within her but was still having trouble getting a good read of her thoughts and feelings. Suddenly he realized why. He spoke to her, softly. “There’s something you probably don’t know about yourself, mother.”

Mary cocked her head a bit, still unable to speak.

“My father saw to it that you were conceived without Sin so that you were a pure, uncorrupted ark worthy of carrying me. You were the most pure human to exist Since the Fall of Adam and Eve, and the most pure human to exist until I entered the world. Of course, you can Sin. We’ve seen that. But you have special graces which enable you to resist Sin to a far greater degree than anyone else.”

That innate purity also served to insulate her mind from Jesus. In his fallen, degenerate state, he was unable to fully penetrate her still-pure mind. Only when the Sin inside her began to gain the upper hand could he read her thoughts.

Mary felt that she should have been encouraged by this revelation. More grace than anyone else in the world! Freedom from the stain of Original Sin! She wasn’t though. Recalling her response to her first exposures to Sin, she despaired all the more. If that was her reaction to Sin, how could anyone else resist at all? She had felt herself so close to Falling, the pleasure had been so intense, how could anyone who didn’t have her grace hope to resist?

The tears were welling up again. Hopelessness washed over her as she contemplated the fate of the world, the fate which her son was intended to thwart, but which he now evidently seemed intent to accelerate. No one would be able to stand in his way as he unleashed his torrent of concentrated Sin upon the world.

Mary sat down again on the edge of the bed. Her thoughts were becoming an increasingly jumbled mess, and for a time she wasn’t aware of the Sinful urges pressing in again. They were still with her though, picking at her heart, and with a start she realized that she was losing her will to push them away. Upon a further moment’s reflection, she was no longer sure she wanted to push them away. Why bother? Even if she was capable of keeping Sin at bay, what was the use if no one else could?

That moment of complacency was all it took to allow the small bit of Sin already inside her to at last take root in her heart. Her tears dried up, her breathing slowed again to a normal rate. She looked at her son. He returned her gaze, waiting for her to make the next move.

She realized that he couldn’t fully see her thoughts. That gave her pause, and some momentary encouragement to resume her fight. Those feelings were fleeting though as the Sin that had taken root began to grow and blossom within her heart. She began to embrace the Sin, nurturing it, coming to terms with its existence within her.

“Son, why does Sin make me feel this way?”

Jesus, unsure of exactly what his mother was asking, dared to assume that Mary was beginning to give in at last. He thought back to his first experience with Sin, just a few days before. He thought about the feelings he experienced when he realized that the weight he felt all about him was Sin seeking him out.

He thought about what it felt like when it started to worm its way inside him. He thought about what it felt like when he at last began to open himself willingly to Sin’s influence. And he recalled with great delight the absolute ecstasy that he felt when he fully accepted the Sin inside himself. His cock was throbbing into an erection.

“Mother, as I know from experience, it’s your purity that is your greatest weakness. So long as Sin was kept at bay, it was easy for you to ignore it. But now that you’ve been exposed to my pure Sin, your naive purity means you have no ability of your own to fight back.

“Your God-given grace is your only protection. You have no other way to resist. Your pure heart and mind were never prepared to withstand my debased, defiled nature, and you’re beginning to realize that. Still, though, the over-abundance of God’s grace is shielding your soul.”

Mary listened to his words. He didn’t tell her that her Fall was certain, but she noted that he left the door open for her to rationalize it as inevitable. The battle raged in her mind, the cacophony of Sin screaming at her from one side, the small voice of holiness whispering from the other. She could still hear it, even above the roar of Sin, but it was again annoying her. She felt as if her holiness, her grace, were an impediment, standing in the way of what she increasingly desired.

What she desired, needed, and craved above anything she had ever wanted before, was to give in to the roaring invitation Sin was extending to her. Why try to fight it any longer? What would be the point in remaining spotless in a world otherwise overrun by lust and debauchery?

She felt a strange serenity about her as she came to terms with her impending Fall, for she had no doubt anymore that she would indeed Fall, and it was as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She decided to test the Sinful waters a little more, to see how far she needed to push to dissolve the bonds of grace that held her back.

“Son, I would like to feel the Sin even more. Can you please give me another taste?”

Mary looked pleadingly at Jesus, hoping that he would give her another blast of debauchery and lust. Her nipples were hardening again as Sin grew inside her, as she anticipated the feelings of darkness and evil coursing through her still mostly pure body. His response disappointed her though.

“I’m sorry, mother, but I can’t. If you want to experience Sin now, it must be your own. You will have to give in to your desires.”

The grace she was endowed with from her creation was too much even for Jesus to overcome. He didn’t know why he had failed to recognize it from the beginning. No matter, though, the Hellish inferno that he could now see in Mary’s mind assured him that she would eventually dispose of her grace on her own. It would just take a little more time.

“But I don’t know how! This terrible grace I’ve been afflicted with holds the Sin back! Please, I want it so badly, but I can’t do it on my own!”

Her body shook with rage at the God who had cursed her with his unwanted grace. Open hate for her God began welling forth from her heart.

“Yes, you can, Mother. Stop, think, and feel the Sin inside you. I know you can feel it, just as I first felt it. Concentrate on it, nurture it, let it grow, allow it to take you wherever it wants to go.”

He could feel her mind groping about the edges of the Sin that was now so firmly rooted inside her heart, growing, blossoming there, almost ready to bear its fruit. She had already begun to take hold of it, allowing it to begin exerting its malign influence on her.

She just couldn’t quite fully embrace it. It was still so foreign to her, even after all that had happened. And she was right, the grace was her stumbling block on the dark path of Sin. Still, he knew she was ready for the next step.

The hatred for her God that had sprung up in her heart shone forth to Jesus like the sun. He knew that Sin was now inextricably bound to his mother’s soul, all she needed was one final push to send her over the edge and into the Abyss.

Jesus knew, at last, that Mary’s Fall was inevitable.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO