Alternate Universe
T'Challa considers himself a good priest. He is pious and dedicated. He is one of the most highly spoken of priest at his church.
He wakes up in the middle of the night and blinks at seeing the woman. Your hair is pin straight and black. Your skin is a warm brown, eyes black as obsidian. You're in a black dress that hugs your curves. He notices your nails are long and black.
"Erik: he's awake."
T'Challa sees a man walk out the bathroom in a black suit with matching shirt and tie. His dreads are braided back.
"A priest? I swear Erik...you couldn't try that pastor in training?"
"Leave W'Kabi alone," T'Challa says making you look at him with those cool eyes.
"So he speaks."
"You like him?"
"Erik...hurry up and do whatever you're about to do."
Erik smirks before blinking as T'Challa grabs the crucifix near his bed.
"Chesui..."
The crucifix disappears and you're holding it in your hand. It melts in your hand.
"Hurry up."
You walk out the room and for some reason T'Challa wishes you didn't.
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Erik finishes and disappears. T'Challa lays there, hot tears running down his face.
"He did not..."
T'Challa turns to see you and sees anger on your face. You walk into the bathroom and he hears water running. You return moments later and with ease, scoop T'Challa's nude and sore body up.
"You..."
"Yes Fallen angel, demon, scum I've heard it all before."
You had drawn a bath. You gently lower him in. He hisses but relaxes. You grab the soap and rag, beginning to wash him. T'Challa feels safe as you wash him.
You wash his hair before motioning for him to turn.
"Need to heal your hole."
T'Challa nods and turns, exposing his butt. You are gentle and T'Challa feels something warm but he doesn't know what it is. Your hand glows black as you use your healing abilities to heal his torn hole.
"How does it feel?"
T'Challa gently touches himself.
"Better."
"Good. Wash off and dry yourself: I'll get you clothes."
T'Challa obeys before leaving the bathroom. You hand him the clothes before oiling his skin. He relaxes as you help him dress. A cup of tea appears and he sips it.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
T'Challa sits quietly as you look out the window.
"I'll deal with Erik."
T'Challa nods.
"I'll check on you tomorrow."
You kiss his forehead before disappearing.
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You keep your word and appear in T'Challa's room. He smiles at you and you ruffle his hair before beginning to check him over. You are satisfied he is fine and sit on the bed next to him.
"How was your day?" T'Challa asks.
"Had work: my boss is very annoying."
"Work?"
"Yeah. I may be a demon but I do live a normal life. Well, as normal as a demon can be."
T'Challa chuckles. He feels at ease with you and this is only the third time he has ever seen you.
"Where do you work?"
"At the mayor's office."
"How is that?"
"You ever want to see evil? Sit through a political meeting. Those people don't care who they hurt—well some care. The others: demons seem lovely compared to them."
T'Challa laughs and you grin.
"How was confessions today?"
"Interesting. One man came in, not even catholic, to confess about sleeping with his boss even though he says he's not gay."
"He could be bisexual or queer or pansexual."
"The bible—"
"The bible you followed was translated from a dead language that no one has spoken in centuries. King James? The man was the worse sinner yet people follow his word."
T'Challa blushes but you have a point.
"So do you have to eat souls to survive?"
You laugh and T'Challa blushes. He feels like he asked a dumb question.
"You've been reading too many fantasy novels priest."
"T'Challa and no I have not!"
"Demons don't need souls to survive. Well, let me not say that: every demon is different. Just like every angel is different. Some eat souls just because. Others, don't want souls. I eat souls but only of those who truly deserve it."
"Deserve it?"
"Rapists. Murderers. Pedophiles. Terrorist. Those kind of people."
You sit up, revealing sharp canines.
"No amount of repentance before death can save them. I want it: I take it."
T'Challa nods.
"How did you become a demon?"
You look at him.
"I was raped and then strangled. Wasn't given a proper burial so my soul stayed in purgatory but I was so angry about my death it consumed me and here I am. It doesn't help I was already part demon since my mother was raped by the big boss himself but yeah: my death sealed my deal."
"Big boss?"
"Lucifer. Satan. Whatever fancy name you have now. Him."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I've accepted it."
T'Challa yawns and you raise an eyebrow before pulling him down. He smiles as you pull him close.
"Sleep. You can't be battling for people's souls and you're tired."
T'Challa laughs but relaxes in your arms. You smell of coffee and vanilla. Your nails running though his hair causes him to doze off. You keep an eye on him.
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You and T'Challa spend more and more time together. The kids at the church have nicknamed you "lady in black" since you're always in black every time they see you.
Today, you are in T'Challa's office working on something when the man walks in and you stare. T'Challa notices.
"Chesui...are you okay?"
You don't reply and he walks over, cupping your face. You look at him before blinking.
"I...I'm okay?"
He frowns.
"How can I help W'Kabi?"
"I just want to know if you're available after dinner tonight to help me review for my exam."
"Yes. Is that all?"
"Yes. I'll let you return to work."
W'Kabi leaves and T'Challa looks at you.
"Him...he...he's the one."
"W'Kabi? The one what?"
"He...he raped me."
T'Challa blinks in shock.
"I have to go."
"Wait! Chesui!"
You are gone, leaving nothing behind.
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T'Challa doesn't see you for weeks. He has given up hope of seeing you again. He walks into his room and sees you sitting on his windowsill. You are in all black as usual but your hair has been cut short.
"Chesui!"
He hugs you and you chuckle.
"T'Challa."
"I've been worried! And the kids have been asking for you! They keeps saying "Father T'Challa when will Lady in Black come back" and all I can say is you have work."
T'Challa let's you go and looks at you.
"Are you doing okay?"
"Honestly: no."
"W'Kabi?"
"Please...don't say that name."
"My apologies. Do you want to talk about it?"
You shake your head before letting out a breath.
"I...I want to take his soul. Suck it dry. Destroy him."
T'Challa listens quietly.
"I want him to feel how I felt that day. How I felt for years. T'Challa I had a life! I was engaged. Got my dream job. Had it all. And...he took it! Took it all!"
Your voice cracks and T'Challa hugs you as you cry.
"I...I want his soul."
T'Challa swallows. He could call W'Kabi up here. You didn't ask though. He stands, walking to his phone. You look at him, rubbing your eyes.
"W'Kabi? Can you come to my room please? Thank you."
He hangs up and you look at him with curious eyes. A knock breaks the silence. T'Challa opens the door and W'Kabi enters.
You raise an eyebrow as T'Challa locks the door. He steps to the side.
"What's wrong Father T'Challa?"
"I believe you and Chesui have some history. You also have amends to make."
"Amends? What have I—"
You morph, hair turning curly, eyes brown, your skin lighter.
"Remember me W'Kabi?" Your soft voice asks as you stand.
W'Kabi blinks in shock and backs up.
"I never forgot you. You should be honoured. Even in my afterlife I remembered you. I remembered you so much it turned me into this."
You shift. Your skin is now a warm brown and eyes fully black. . Your hair returned to its long, straight cape while you are wearing a black suit and heels. T'Challa notes your ears are pointed and your nails are now claws.
"You made me this. Made me into a demon. And here you are: trying to be a priest."
You laugh, voice turning watery.
"I will feast on your soul but then I won't let you die. I will make you into a pet. A pet for my father. He will enjoy you."
T'Challa quickly makes a cross on himself as he watches you transform yet again. This time you are a terrifying creature. You remind him of the grim reaper.
A bony clawed hand stabs through W'Kabi's chest and he gurgles before screaming as you pull a glowing orb from his chest. You grin revealing equally sharp fangs.
T'Challa stares in awe as you swallow the orb before pulling W'Kabi to his feet. You place a single clawed finger to his chest. His wound disappears and he begins to breathe again.
"Tell my father I said hello."
You drop him through the black portal under his feet and he disappears. T'Challa watches as you morph back to the form he knows.
"Thank you."
T'Challa nods.
"Do you regret it?"
"No."
You walk over to him and look at him.
"If you kiss me you can't keep this life."
"What happens to me?"
"You become my mate. A demon. No longer a priest."
T'Challa looks at you. He has always lived a life of giving and for once he wants to be selfish. He wants you for himself. He wants to wake up next to you everyday. He wants to kiss you everyday he can.
T'Challa presses a kiss to your lips and he feels something icy but then something warm. You hold his face as he transforms as he kisses you.
You two finally break apart as he looks at you. His skin is darker yet, glows. His eyes are mismatched: one purple, the other black. His beard is fuller and he's taller and stronger. He's in a black suit with a purple tie.
"Mate," he murmurs, voice slightly deeper.
"Mate," you whisper as you kiss him.
He holds you close before kissing you again. You taste like whiskey now and he loves it.
"T'Challa!" You say with a giggle.
"Let's get out of here," he murmurs.
"Yes."
T'Challa snaps his finger and you two disappear, leaving his decorated robes behind.