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Teresa gasped in horror.
Then, she started to scream.
She started to scream a high, shrill, piercing scream, the kind that can travel for miles and miles and which is generally used in low budget horror films.
This immediately caused many different things: the nunnery was roused from its sleep, an owl nearby turned her head in annoyance, and the demon at Teresa’s feet shifted slightly position.
This was enough to send her in another bout of panic, but having exhausted her lung capacity and having nowhere to run or hide, she simply fainted.
Unfortunately for the demon, she fell exactly on top of it, and this caused it so much pain that it fainted itself.
What can I say, prodigious occurrences seem to leave fainting spells in their wake just like a knife spreads peanut butter on a slice of bread.
At this point, most of the nuns of the order of Saint Michael the Great were awake, and promptly went out to find what the disturbance had been about.
The Head of the order immediately fished out her master key from the robes she had just now put on, and being in a very bad mood (Teresa’s scream had woken her up from a dream in which she had been promoted and could finally get out of this God-forsaken place), she prepared to berate the young nun.
Instead, seeing Teresa, who was wearing only a nightgown, slumped on top of what appeared to be a demon, she fainted.
Remember what I told you about knives and peanut butter?
Anyways, Lucy, the nun directly behind her, who was also quite a skilled medic and doctor (only a fourth of her patients died horribly, and usually during botched attempts at trying to escape her “lovely” treatments) analyzed the situation with her critical eye.
The head of the order seemed to have injured her head, courtesy of a close encounter with the stone floor.
Teresa appeared fine, thanks to the dead weight that had cushioned her fall.
And the third individual…
Was wounded.
I swear, that’s exactly what she thought.
She didn’t pause to think that it was a demon, she didn’t scream her lungs out, and she didn’t think that it was her duty to exorcise this wretched thing.
Such a thought should give you an inkling of what kind of person she was: practical, gruff, and with a mind free of prejudice.
Oh well, she thought, time to break out the new stretchers.
Then, she started to scream.
She started to scream a high, shrill, piercing scream, the kind that can travel for miles and miles and which is generally used in low budget horror films.
This immediately caused many different things: the nunnery was roused from its sleep, an owl nearby turned her head in annoyance, and the demon at Teresa’s feet shifted slightly position.
This was enough to send her in another bout of panic, but having exhausted her lung capacity and having nowhere to run or hide, she simply fainted.
Unfortunately for the demon, she fell exactly on top of it, and this caused it so much pain that it fainted itself.
What can I say, prodigious occurrences seem to leave fainting spells in their wake just like a knife spreads peanut butter on a slice of bread.
At this point, most of the nuns of the order of Saint Michael the Great were awake, and promptly went out to find what the disturbance had been about.
The Head of the order immediately fished out her master key from the robes she had just now put on, and being in a very bad mood (Teresa’s scream had woken her up from a dream in which she had been promoted and could finally get out of this God-forsaken place), she prepared to berate the young nun.
Instead, seeing Teresa, who was wearing only a nightgown, slumped on top of what appeared to be a demon, she fainted.
Remember what I told you about knives and peanut butter?
Anyways, Lucy, the nun directly behind her, who was also quite a skilled medic and doctor (only a fourth of her patients died horribly, and usually during botched attempts at trying to escape her “lovely” treatments) analyzed the situation with her critical eye.
The head of the order seemed to have injured her head, courtesy of a close encounter with the stone floor.
Teresa appeared fine, thanks to the dead weight that had cushioned her fall.
And the third individual…
Was wounded.
I swear, that’s exactly what she thought.
She didn’t pause to think that it was a demon, she didn’t scream her lungs out, and she didn’t think that it was her duty to exorcise this wretched thing.
Such a thought should give you an inkling of what kind of person she was: practical, gruff, and with a mind free of prejudice.
Oh well, she thought, time to break out the new stretchers.
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