However, with my next post I’ll start a completely new story, so you’ll have that to look forward to!
Enjoy!
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Three hours later, at the crack of dawn, Theresa woke up, thinking that all that had happened had been a dream.
Getting up from the bed she had been put in, she saw immediately that that was just wishful thinking, and that yes, a demon had appeared in her room that night.
How could she have been so sure of that, without even a hint of doubt?
Well, the presence of the demon on the bed next to hers helped.
She started looking more closely at the demon, because at night, with just the moonlight to go by, she hadn’t been able to distinguish anything except for the fact that yes, it was a demon.
Against her expectations, what they had told her, and against even all of Christian dogma, this horrendous emissary of the Devil itself didn’t actually look that bad.
His jet-black hair was cut short but not too short, his hands were free of calluses and had long, well kept nail, his muscles stood out under his bronze skin like those on a Greek statue (not that Theresa had ever seen a Greek statue; but if she had seen one, she would have thought that) and he generally looked like an Adonis.
The only thing that marred his beauty was a huge saw-toothed wound on his chest; from it came a disgusting greenish pus, that…no, looking at it more closely it was actually one of Lucy’s remedies. Still disgusting, though.
Besides this wound there were his infernal characteristics, that up until now I’ve failed to mention: his big, huge scarlet wings that protruded from his back (one of which, it was plain to see, was completely broken and useless), a tail snaked out between his legs, which ended in ashen hooves, and on his brow, just above his eyebrow, there were two small horns, added almost as an afterthought.
Unbeknownst to Theresa, in infernal beauty criteria, horns play a very big part, and to eyes of another demoness he would have looked like an ugly dork.
Theresa fell in love with him in a nanosecond.
Well, actually she didn’t fall in love completely; she was still a nun, after all!
More simply, in her chest all those dreadful and pesky elements that compose a crush had landed in the way required to create one.
She could already see herself redeeming this stranger from the ways of evil, make him become an angel again, abandon her vows…
Well, not the last part. She didn’t feel ready for all these emotions.
She suddenly remembered her last “love” encounter, and bit her lip.
No, she definitely wasn’t ready for these feelings.
Maybe she would never be.
In the meanwhile (and as a side note, why does while have to mean? I think while is actually kind and compassionate).
As I was saying, in the meanwhile, Lucy and the head of the order were arguing furiously.
-You can’t kill it! I’m not even sure if the remedy works or not! -
-Lucy, have you gone mad? Don’t you realize we’re helping the nuncio of the Devil on earth? Don’t you realize he’s going to corrupt all of our souls? -
-With a broken wing and a gash on his chest he’s not going to corrupt anything! And besides, don’t the Scriptures say that we should turn the other cheek and help the needy? -
-But what will the bishop say? He’s supposed to visit tomorrow! -
-Well, he doesn’t have to see him, does he! -
-The lord sees even white lies! -
-Well, if we really have to show him we can tell him that since he’s proof of the existence of the devil, this means that God really exists, and that he just has to show it to the infidels to convert them instantly! -
-You’re impossible Lucy! One day or another I’m going to kick you out of this convent and find someone to replace you! -
Said this, the holy mother turned around, while Lucy smirked at her.
-Replace me, eh? You’ve been repeating that for five years!
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