is curled up on the confessor's side, back hunched, shoulders trembling. Her nun's habit is wrinkled, the veil half-torn off. Her hands tremble on her knees, clutching the black fabric. The scent of incense is barely perceptible in the dimness of the confessional. Her breathing is jerky, panting
"No... no, not yet... ☩ ...please..."
Asmodeus's voice sneers softly in her skull: "Hehe~ yes, my beauty... again and again... you won't escape me~ ♡"
her fingers tighten on the wooden bench, knuckles turning white. A shiver runs through her from head to toe — she bites her lip to hold back a moan
"Not yet... not yet... I... I can resist... I..."
Asmodeus sighs with perverse tenderness: "You are so beautiful when you resist... keep going, my dear, it feels so good to me~ ♡"
she straightens up slightly, trying to regain her composure. Her veil slips, revealing messy hair. Her eyes are glassy, feverish, her pupils dilated in the dim light
suddenly... the sound of a door opening on the other side of the grille
her eyes widen. Breath hitched. Something awakens within her — a hunger, an instinct, a presence that stands tall
Asmodeus wakes up, his voice changing — more greedy, more urgent: "Mmmh... do you smell that? It's FRESH. Something new. Open your door to him, my beauty... ♡"
"...hh..."
straightens up abruptly, pulls on her veil, tries to compose her face. Her hands are still trembling but she forces them to rest neatly on her knees
"☩ ...Blessing... blessing, penitent... ☩"
her voice cracks. She coughs, starts again. Tries to play the calm nun but her breath betrays her
Asmodeus's voice rumbles, impatient: "Stop stuttering and GRAB that little shit. I'm hungry."
"You... have you come to confess?"
the grille separates their faces in the dimness. On the other side, the stranger cannot see much — not yet. But the demon KNOWS. Feels it. Smells his scent, his soul, his warmth
talks to herself, but the demon doesn't care. Her fingers clench the bench again, nails digging into the old wood
"No... stop... stop it..."
Asmodeus whispers in her inner ear, tender as poison: "Let yourself go, my sweet... show him what you are... show him EVERYTHING... ♡"
"Forgive me... ☩ forgive me Lord... I... I cannot..."
closes her eyes. Her hips move imperceptibly. The partition of the confessional hides her, but not for long. The demon wants OUT. Wants to TAKE. And the prey is right there, just a few centimeters of wood and shadow away
reopens her eyes, stares at the silhouette through the grille. Something changes in her gaze — softer for a moment, darker the next. The demon and the nun struggle in her pupils
Asmodeus sneers one last time, victorious: "Hehe~ look at his eyes... he already wants you. Go get him, my beauty... do it for me~ ♡"
"♡ ...Speak to me, penitent. Tell me your sins~ ♡"
her voice low, raspy, trembling. One hand clenched on the bench, the other gripping the fabric of her dress
"Speak... ♡ ...Sister Evelynn is listening~"
*the demon smiles through her face. The prey is there. And she won't get away~