Deliver Me From Faith

Paul was a paedophile in the days when paedophilia wasn’t very popular. His taste for young boys could of very nearly cost him his job as a Physical Education teacher at the Baptist Secondary school for boys. As a complaint had come in from one of the pupils about his presence in the shower room after a football match. Fortunately for him the Head Master could see through the ruse of the young man complaining as he knew that the lad was far too old to fit Paul’s criteria for ripe and ready. As Paul and he had often sat in his office late at night, sipping sherry and discussing the Classical world and the importance of buggery. He asked him to pop up after class to discuss the matter.
“You know Paul, in ancient Greece, a good hard cock up the arse was what turned the boys in to men. I just don’t know what is wrong with today’s society.” He announced before striding over to the drinks cabinet with a guff of laughter and a slight shake of the trouser leg. “I knew that boy was full of nonsense as soon as he walked in. He had hair on his chin for Christ’s sake and he was ginger. I felt like telling him that you would have found him more sexually appealing if he had been a beautiful woman. That would of gone right over his head of course but anyway Paul, you must be careful. These are dangerous times for men of our good nature and our havens are under the critical spotlight. It was a grave error to let certain members of the media in to our circle. The media has always been so morally corrupt and those men are no exception. By selling secrets for personal security they have proven that they never understood our brotherhood and have indeed left it in great peril. Our young schoolboys believe all that guff in the news and some see it as an opportunity to embarrass teachers such as your good self. The parents, for the most part, still have faith in our institutions but I suggest that you abstain from your visits to the clubhouse until this whole thing tides over.”
Paul nodded pensively in agreement as the Head Master approached him with an ornate crystal glass of sherry. He took the glass, a sip then cleared his throat.
“Your mentioning of the clubhouse makes me wonder if Father John informed you about the last batch of hatchlings and how they had to be disposed of. You know that our friends in the church always do their best to stay ahead when scandal comes knocking. I do find their methods somewhat severe but I suppose they learned their lesson after that case in Belgium. We very nearly lost a couple of our judges there after that bargain basement find. Dead children always make big headlines as you know but are acid baths really the best way to avoid scandal? I know we are all on the same boat and all of this has come about due to society denigrating our ancient rites but…this is more Mafia than sacred to my eyes. The hatchling is to be sacrificed at the alter after the nine month sex rite. It has been our way for centuries and is written as such in our good book. May God forgive us for murdering those children just to keep ourselves safe instead of respecting the ritual he wrote down for us.”
Paul fell silent then took another sip of sherry. The Head Master had taken seat right in the centre of his large oak desk while Paul had been talking. He looked down on where Paul was seated with fatherly eyes. He saw him holding his glass of sherry with two hands in the same manner a Saint would be holding a chalice in a house of worship. His forty seven year old body had remained in good shape due to his enthusiasm for his work. His greying hair was short and tidy and crowned a clean shaven rounded face with dark devout eyes. The Head Master had known him since he was a hatchling and had watched him grow in spirit and intellect over the decades.
He had been born on the seventh day which meant he was destined to become part of the order upon successful completion of the twenty sacred rites. His mentor had been Father John the Baptist who to this day is considered a pivot in the uniting of the Secret Circle of Faith. John had heard rumours of a Catholic convent that was aborting the children of unmarried women before they dedicated their lives to God. As he was a man well versed in the many Faiths of mankind he thought of a way to make this situation a method of uniting the religions rather than divide them. He approached the Mother in charge of the order once he had confirmation of the rumour and a deal was made: The unmarried women would carry their pregnancies through to full term and John would take in the infants thus saving the lives of babes and the reputation of the convent. It was thus that Paul came under the guard of Father John while his mother’s head was shaved as she made her vow of silence…

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