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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 9

Todd looked away from the scenery, which was flying by an a startling pace, and back to his friend, whose driving reminded him a great deal of Letta's: fast, revellingly reckless, yet controlled. “So the skool really did turn our class into zombies. And you really are the Antichrist?”

Pepito looked away from the road to Todd, who he knew he was making nervous in doing so. “Yes to the first one. Father really doesn't like me to talk about the second one though.” He paused to give the other a wily grin. “Mind if I play some music?” Without waiting for a response he turned back to the road as his hand pressed a few buttons on the radio. His smile only widened as the music began to play.

Sanguis Bibimus.
Corpus Edimus.

Sanguis Bibimus.
Corpus Edimus.

Latin chanting was soon enveloped in a background of rock music. “Father also says I should listen to this song at lest once a day. Something about me needing to work on my ancestral pride.”

Sanguis Bibimus.
Corpus Edimus.
Tolle Corpus Satani!
Ave! Hail!

Sanguis Bibimus.
Corpus Edimus.
Tolle Corpus Satani!
Ave! Hail!

Ave! Ave Versus Christus!
Ave! Ave Versus Christus!
Ave! Ave Versus Christus!
Ave Satani!

Squee's eyes widened as the simple Latin verses translated easily in his mind. He simultaneously thanked and cursed his “adopted sister” for making him help her study for the Latin class she had taken in hopes of improving her chorus singing. Should he pretend ignorance? Should he tell his friend, the son of Satan, that he understood? Surely he had meant for him to. He felt as though he should be afraid, but it just wasn't sinking in. He took a deep breath, and let the words come out calmer than he felt. “You know, I, uh, know enough Latin to make out the lyrics.”

Sanguis Bibimus.
Corpus Edimus.
Tolle Corpus Satani!
Satani!
Satani!
Ave!
Ave!
Satani!

“Really. Then I guess my secret is out.” Pepito's voice came out full of amusement and relief. There was a hint of worry, but it was well hidden...he hoped. He added a sarcastic “Oops” before glancing at Todd in the rear-view mirror to make sure he wasn't too freaked out. A part of him felt bad for telling his oldest friend such a disturbing truth, but he knew he would feel even worse keeping it from him, and contributing to his self-doubt as well. Plus, Todd was the only human, outside of his family and some of his father's followers, who knew the truth about him. It was selfish, but it made him feel less alone.

Pepito's tone helped Squee feel more at ease. Yeah. He had definitely meant for him to understand. That was good. He could deal with this...probably...maybe.

“Unless his proclamations of friendship are just a big sham to steal your soul!”

Squee swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Where did that come from? He cast his gaze on Pepito, who didn't appear to notice it. That meant it was probably in his head. Was it just a normal doubt or something more? Memories of last night came flooding back with chilling clarity. The bear. Oh God, the bear...was just a stuffed toy! At the most an imaginary friend. Whatever it was, it was a part of him, and he was going to have to control it.

“You alright, Amigo?” Now the worry was showing for sure. He hoped against hope that he hadn't already scared Todd away, or scarred him beyond repair. “You're not going to try to ritualistically kill me with sacred daggers or anything are you?”

As they pulled into a relatively nice restaurant Todd forced a small smile. “No. Not as long as you're not planning on sacrificing me on a desecrated alter during a Black Mass.”

Pepito's eyes widened as his brows rose in humorous curiosity, and he slipped into the slimy underbelly of his mind that was riddled with raging teenage hormones...and now a naked Squee awaiting him on a black velvet alter cloth to be “sacrificed” in the traditional Satanic manner. This manner did not involve death, but rather the loss of a certain kind of innocence. “Awwww. But you’re so cute.”

Squee gave his companion a very confused look. Was the Antichrist flirting with him? What did being cute have to do with anything?

Pepito swooped the car in to claim a single parking space before another vehicle. The old man in said other vehicle honked his horn, and raised a middle finger in their honor. Luckily for him, Pepito wasn't paying him any attention. He emitted a hardy laugh at the look on Squee's face. “Sorry Amigo. You've obviously never been to a Black Mass. It's just...hah...there are sacrifices, but not the kind you're thinking of.”

“Huh? But what does-” Todd's face turned a lovely shade of pink as his mind pieced the erotically sacrilegious puzzle together. “Oh.”

There was a brief awkward silence in which Squee attempted to sort out his feelings about all these new revelations, and lose the blush. He had to maintain some objectivity here. What if the creepy voice was right? Could he really afford to be as open and close to the other as he had so easily and quickly let himself become? He was never this close with anyone. He had learned to cover himself in protective layers of varying amounts of distance, sarcasm and even lies at the D.H.M.I. Without them he probably wouldn't be free from there. Without them he would probably end up back there again.

Pepito tried to shake the improper thoughts of his friend from his mind. Though he had known that he was overly fond of the other boy for some time now, Todd definitely didn't need any more added stress or complexity at the moment. What he needed was simply the truth that he had been taught to deny, and a good friend to help him deal with it, to help him face the fear and doubt he had always been so full of as a child.

“Todd?” He said Squee's name almost apologetically.

The other, now less pink, tore himself away from his thoughts to look into dark brown eyes. “Yeah?”

“You don't have to be afraid of me. I would never purposefully hurt you. You know that, right?”

“I...yeah, of course. I'm not afraid.” Could Pepito read his mind? Did he know that, even now, the doubt lingered, not just about him, but about everyone in his life and most of all about himself?

“Good. Do you have any more questions about the past?”

“Uh, just one at the moment. When we were kids I remember you having some rather startling features...”

Pepito smiled. He had known the other had been stumped by his more human appearance that morning. So he really had seen his infernal manifestation all that time ago. “Yeah, I can explain that. You see, all living things have a spiritual counterpart. What you see now is my mortal form. My father, like all angels and demons, is essentially a spiritual being, though he can incarnate. I am a product of his incarnation and a human woman. My spiritual side is really strong by human standards, though my body is alive in the same way as yours. What you saw was a manifestation of my spiritual nature. I wasn't that great at keeping it hidden back then, though not many people noticed. Most humans can't see such things unless they’re in an altered state of consciousness or about to die. Nevertheless, it was important that I learn to keep a low profile in order to ...well, you know. Evil and stuff.”

“Evil and stuff? What kind of stuff?”

“Oh, just normal stuff. Evil spelled backwards is 'live', after all. Speaking of that, let’s go eat food. Shall we?”

“Sure.”

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Notes:

-The Song Pepito plays is “Ave Satani”. The lyrics I have say it's by Fantomos (I think they sing an older version), but the actual song that I have is by Gregorian. Both say it's from The Omen. BTW, this is dog Latin, meaning not proper Latin/wouldn't really translate to have the same meaning here the way it is used.
Phrase Translations in Alphabetical Order:
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Ave! Hail!
Ave! Ave Versus Christus! Hail! Hail the Antichrist!
Ave Satani! Hail Satan!
Corpus Edimus. The flesh we eat.
Sanguis Bibimus. The blood we drink.
Satani! Satan!
Tolle Corpus Satani! Raise the body of Satan!
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