There’s that old saying, two can keep a secret if one of them is… well, dead. Me? I was the dead one to take those secrets to the grave. I did it to save those I loved, and I’d spend forever trying to save them from what I learned all those years ago. Forgive me Father, for I’ve been lying to you too. I now work for the church to atone for the sins of my family, but no matter how many Hail Marys I offered, the darkness made me keep its secret to save the bloodshed that would come with the truth. Maybe that’s why God decided I needed an intervention in my pretend life. Though, he could’ve warned me that the collision of both worlds would bring damnation upon me in the form of them. The two boys I couldn’t choose between in our youth. The cruel world gave me an out when they covered up my death to make it look real. Our new promise of love meant to never bump shoulders or share beds again. But who else could I call for help when my old life figured out where I hid in my new one? Now I had to prepare for my second coming, and I hoped that included the one my Lord and Savior frowned upon. TO COME LATER, but you know the drill from the first two. This blurb gives an idea to the kinky direction we're going too.