Chapter 1 - A Church Isn't Always A Safe Place

Large wooden doors slowly opened with a loud, deep groan that echoed throughout the empty and dusty chapel. Afterward, a figure clad in knight's armor stepped inside. Taking a moment to observe his surroundings, a bolt of lightning cut through the night sky behind him before he turned around and closed the door behind him, leaving the thundering nightmare that was outside. "Finally out of that storm." A deep masculine voice sighs under the knight's helmet. 

"This should be a safe place to shelter for the night until the storm passes." The knight thinks as he slowly makes his way up the center aisle of the chapel, his weary eyes peering out from under his helmet as he readied himself for anything. Stopping, if only for a second, to produce a lantern from around his belt before lighting it. Like anyone else, bandits and thieves knew churches were seen as safe havens and so took the opportunity to hide within them before ambushing unsuspecting innocent people that didn't stand a chance. And while he might've been skilled with his sword, fighting in the complete dark wasn't a chance he was willing to take. 

But from the looks of it, this place was well and truly abandoned. A thin layer of dust had settled on nearly every surface as the knight saw no signs of life. "Seems nobody's set foot in here in ages." The knight remarks as his eyes trace up an old and decrepit banner. Something that the knight recognized as belonging to an order of priests and nuns that had long since lost its notoriety. "A damn shame... A real damn shame." The knight sighs as he takes a seat at the front pew, taking a moment to breathe as he places his lantern on the floor below him before reaching up to pull off his helmet. 

His long dark crimson hair falls to his shoulders as he pulls his helmet off. Breathing a sigh of relief now that he was free of that stuffy piece of metal. A part of him wished he didn't have to wear it, though, as the few but noticeable scars adorning his face could attest to, the knight had faced many foes who had taken one too many shots at his now grizzled countenance.

Pulling off one of his gauntlets, the knight ran a hand across his stubbled face as his alert yet tired eyes continued to scan the empty chapel around him. Such a large space, most likely once filled with countless congregants and life, now completely gone to waste thanks to the will of time and nature. "Yes. A shame." The knight repeats as he turns to face his helmet that he had placed on the pew next to him. "Should get some rest. Have a long journey tomorrow." 

After having placed each piece of his large metal suit of armor to the side of him, the knight rolls out an old blanket across the hard stone floor. Not exactly comfortable, but the knight was well used to having less-than-ideal sleeping conditions. At the very least, he was able to stay out of the storm and wait until it passed. Which was more than he could say for other times when he was stuck in much worse situations.

"Still can't be too careful." The knight sighs as he reaches into one of his pouches and pulls out a small dagger. There had been a many a time when man or unholy beast thought themselves clever to sneak up on him while he slept. And initially, they would have been right. When he was a younger and more inexperienced man, not yet fully aware of the beasts that roamed the world. But now, as he readied himself for sleep, he always made sure to tuck a hidden dagger under wherever he slept, making sure to keep it in a spot where he would be able to quickly reach for it and attack anyone who thought they'd be able to sneak up on him. 

Regardless, the day's travels still wore heavy on him. And even though his current position wasn't as comfortable as he had hoped, much-needed sleep still beckoned to him as he reached over and dimmed his lamp, plunging him into the complete and total darkness of the abandoned church around him. The inky blackness around him only being broken by the occasional crack of lighting that shined through the stained glass windows of the chapel. Above him, he could hear the rain bash against the building's roof, a calming sound for a knight like him, whose mind never seemed to rest after facing countless battles with men and monsters from the farthest reaches of the land.

Slowly, the knight began to feel as his eyes grew heavy and weak, his body slowly lulling itself into a deep slumber. However, as he began to drift off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel as if someone were watching him. But if someone were doing that, he surely would have heard or noticed them. Right?

The confidence in his abilities as a knight helped smooth out any tension he might've had left inside himself as the knight finally fell into a deep slumber. And yet, his sneaking inclination of someone watching him had actually been correct. For above him, standing atop the rafters above the chapel, looking down at his sleeping form curiously, a pair of red-slitted eyes glistened in the darkness.

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Slowly, the knight began to wake, confusing himself. Was the place he made for himself too uncomfortable? If this kept happening, he would have to change where he slept so that he wouldn't lose too much sleep. 

Suddenly, though, he heard it. Through the church's empty halls, footsteps. Listening closer, the knight realized they were soft, barely even making a sound, as he figured that whoever it was, they weren't exactly large. It was a miracle he woke up when he did. Who knows what might've happened if he were ambushed. Still, whoever it was, they were making their way toward him.

He could, if fast enough, lunge for his sword and go on the attack. It was only right beside him on the pew he decided to sleep next to. But going for that, it would be too much of a risk. Shifting himself slightly in a way that made himself sound like he was turning over in his sleep, the knight stopped to listen as the soft footsteps stopped. Waiting with bated breath to hear whether or not they slowly continued to make their way towards him or turned into running, at which, in that situation, the knight knew he would have to go for his sword. Eventually, the footsteps continued, still slowly making their way toward him.

Shifting once again, the knight grabbed his blade, though, through his still sleep-fogged mind, he tried to remember where his lantern was also. If he were fast enough, the knight might be able to ignite his lamp so that he could see whoever it was that was approaching him. Perhaps, on the off chance that it was, the figure making their way toward him was someone also seeking shelter from the storm. In that case, he'd still have to be careful. 

Listening to the footsteps as they got closer, the knight tightly gripped the dagger in his hand. They couldn't have been a few feet from him at that point. Strangely, however, the knight listened as he heard the figure crouch down and begin to slowly crawl its way towards him. "A demon. It must be." The knight thinks to himself as he turns his hand to the side and feels it bump into the lantern beside.

Taking a moment to compose himself, the knight knew that if he did this, it'd have to be perfect. Then, in a swift singular movement, as the figure was right next to him, the knight gripped the blade and quickly flipped over to his side, at the same time turning on the lantern as he lunges towards the figure who had been making their way towards him in the dark. Instead of coming face to face with the scarred, beady eyes of a bandit, or the warped, twisted face of a demon, the knight saw that it was a woman. But not just any woman, a nun.

"Woah!" The knight shouts as he flies back, taken completely off guard. "S-Sister! You startled-" The knight pauses to compose himself. The sight of such a beautiful sister of the cloth in such a drab place, it surprised him, to say the least. "I didn't know anyone was here."

However, instead of saying anything, the nun only seems to continue staring at him curiously. "Sister?" The knight asks, wondering if he has said or done something to offend her. He had heard of nuns taking vows of silence, so maybe that was the case here? Perhaps she didn't even speak English. 

Placing a hand to his chest, the knight introduces himself. "I am Rodrigo Vi Dumas. Sworn holy knight of King Siegfried the 2nd and member of his divine order." 

However, the nun still refused to mutter a word, continuing to carry that same curious yet also devious smile he had come face to face with no a moment prior. It was strange. Something felt off about her, and yet, it was almost as if his eyes were purposely being blinded to it. Turning back to his supplies, Rodrigo desperately searched for something to help clear the air between the two of them. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Rodrigo says as he sees his canteen along with his other supplies. "There was a town not that far from here that had fresh water. They were able to share some with me, the same way that I hope I'll be able to share some with you." The knight says as he holds out his canteen towards the nun, who only stares at it. 

When he was about to pull it back when she didn't take it, the nun slowly reached out. Her hand moved at a pace that made it seem like she was testing him to see if he would try anything. All the while, she still continued to smile at him, something that, much to his own manners as a knight, was becoming slightly disconcerting. Perhaps the fact that he was only able to see her features by the glow of his lamp played into how ramped up his nerves were. But once she was finally able to grab it, she slowly took it into her hands and proceeded to take a drink. 

She drank slowly, maintaining eye contact with Rodrigo as she helped herself to his water. Not that he minded. With the excess rain that was happening outside, the knight was sure he would be able to find somewhere to re-fill his water. Still, it was difficult to determine the solution to the situation he found himself in. 

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The bed below them rocked and creaked as the once chivalrous knight plunged his cock into the nun's pussy. The grip of his arm around her neck tightened as he buried his face in her beautiful white hair. His hips worked in ruthless tandem as he plunged his cock deeper through her moist folds, feeling the head of his cock bash up against the entrance to her womb. Each thrust caused a choked whimper to escape the nun's mouth, only causing Rodrigo to slam his hips down against her's even harder as it seemed like he was trying to fuck her into the bed itself.

Something was... Wrong. Rodrigo's mind felt foggy, and yet, the only thing he seemed to know clearly was that, for some reason, he desperately wanted to fuck this nun as hard as possible and break her over the head of his sizable cock. However, a part of himself knew he shouldn't be doing this. He was a holy knight, serving the greater order of the ones above him. But as the nun's nearly virgin tight pussy clamped around his cock with such force as to cause waves of pleasure to shoot through his length, all the way to his balls, he couldn't stop himself from continuing to fuck whoever this nun even was.

"Grk!" The knight groans as he buries his face deeper into the nun's white hair, finding it to smell just as good as she looks as he inhales deep greedy breaths of it. Full of vigor and life, something the knight lust after intensely during his journey across these broken lands. For too long, Rodrigo felt himself becoming more and more pent up, at the same time abstaining from visiting brothels or whorehouses so as to maintain a strong connection with his religious spirit and not fall under the same traps men before him had fallen to. But now, as he lay atop such a beautiful woman, feeling as her pussy spasmed and shook with each bed-quaking thrust, he was finally able to free himself.

And yet, a part of him couldn't stop feeling as if something were seriously wrong. Almost as if he were playing into something much darker and twisted than his mere lustful desires. But he couldn't stop what he was feeling now. He needed to fuck this nun even harder, spurring his body to move faster against hers. Her once quiet squeaks, moans, and whimpers grew in sound before he felt her bite into his arm, feeling as her teeth drew his blood from him. But he didn't care. He felt stronger than he had felt in ages, with her bite not even registering to him as he began to feel his orgasm as it slowly began to ebb its way over him.

The knight knew the act he was committing was damn near sacrilegious. Violating a sister of the cloth in such a brutal manner. But he doubted that any well-meaning man out there would be able to hold themselves back when feeling such a woman beneath them. Her innocent, almost harmless appearance, the damn plumpness of her body as his hips clapped against hers, the way her pussy twitched every time his large cum churning balls slapped against her clit. It was like her body was meant to be fucked, over and over, until it was well-used and raw. But Rodrigo knew this body of hers was also meant to be filled after feeling the child-bearing hips such as hers. Especially as he began to feel his orgasm reach its peak as he finally began to fill her.

"Nrghrah!" Rodrigo moans as semen shoots itself out of his cock, quickly splattering all over the nun's inner walls and directly filling up her womb. At the same time, the knight's thrusts showed no signs of stopping or slowing. Making sure to pump every last drop and spurt of cum directly into her body. Only beginning to slow down once the lustful energy he found inside himself began to dissipate. But still, he kept thrusting his hips against hers until he could no longer, afterward rolling over onto his side as he looked up at the ceiling above him.

Slowly, his mind began to come back to him as he realized he didn't know where he was. Was he still in the church? Or had he been moved? Wait a minute, what did he just do? "Oh, no! Sister! I-" Rodrigo goes to turn toward the nun lying on the bed beside him, only to freeze once he finally sees what is wrong with her. It was her eyes. Those damned red-slitted eyes stared at him as he saw that she was once again smiling the same way she did when he had first met her.

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"Glk! Glk! Glk! Glk! Glk!" With her head hanging off the side of the bed, the nun scrambles her hands across Rodrigo's thighs as he throat fucks her. His large, spit-slick balls clap against her face as he uses his other hand to tightly grab her throat, squeezing his erection as he brutally fucks her face. Showing no sign of care or consideration for the nun's safety as he uses her throat to pleasure himself. The exertion alone causes a layer of sweat to form across both of their bodies as Rodrigo uses his other hand to reach down and grope at the nun's now-exposed breasts.

"Ah! Sister! Your throat is divine!" The knight groans. The words almost seem as foreign as his actions. But despite this, he almost feels as if he is speaking from something deeper inside himself. Something that provokes him into thrusting harder into the nun's face, the sensation of his balls slapping against her nose and face pushing him even further as he ravages the nun who was once again beneath him. Reveling in the tight warm hole that was her mouth, all the while continuing to feel up her large breasts with reckless abandon as he ignored the garbled cries that echoed throughout the room. 

Watching the outline of his cock as it traveled its way up and down the nun's throat, Rodrigo tightened his grip around her neck as he grew more aroused from the added squeeze around his cock. But despite his increasingly rough treatment of her, the knight was surprised to feel that she was still conscious through everything, having thought that his abuse would've most likely caused her to pass out sooner or later. And yet, she was awake and aware of anything as she desperately tried to pry the lustful knight off her. Something that would've usually sent a pang of guilt or even disgust through the knight. But now, he couldn't care less. 

Looking at her breasts, which shined and glistened with sweat, Rodrigo continued to squeeze and grope them. It had been too long since he had the time or the ability to do something like this. The release that came from actually being able to let go of any petty morals or care for the world around him was something that the knight could've only dreamt of if he hadn't met this slut of a nun, and he wanted more of her. He wanted to explore every possible part of her body that he could fuck. Leaving the nun in the same state of having been ravaged as the women he would come across in villages that had been raided and pillaged by the worst kinds of monsters this earth could spit out.

Speeding up the movements of his hips even further as he felt himself about to cum, Rodrigo felt his balls as they readied to spray another load of hot sticky cum, this time aiming directly down the nun's throat. "Gragh!" An almost bestial groan leaves the knight's throat as he pumps his cock down her throat before he unleashes a torrent of cum out of the tip of his cock.

Below him, the nun's eyes go wide as she feels her mouth as it's filled with a thick blast of seminal fluid. The warm, gooey liquid shoots directly down her throat and into her stomach as she's fed load after load of hot sticky cum. "GLLRK! GLKRRAK! GLKRALK! GLKRGLK!" The nun gurgles helplessly as the knight continues to thrust into her face, feeling his balls twitch and churn against her face as Rodrigo force-feeds her their contents.

"Fuuuuck!" The knight curses as his cock shoots off a few more blasts of sperm into the nun's mouth, filling every part of his body with a sense of relief as he finally finishes. Looking down, Rodrigo stares at the twitching and shuttering frame beneath, finally figuring that now would be a good time to allow the nun some much-needed air. 

But as he goes to move his hips back, he feels the nun's tongue coil around his cock. Something that, initially, felt amazing. However, as he goes to pull his hips back, looking down at his cock as its leaves the nun's mouth, he's greeted with the sight of the nun's now abnormally long tongue wrapped around the entirety of his cock. "What the-?!" Rodrigo quickly goes to try and pull the rest of his genitals out of the nun's mouth, only for the nun's tongue to pull him back into her gaping maw. "N-No! Get off me!" The knight curses as he tries to pull himself back once again, only to freeze once he feels what feels like rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth press up against his cock.

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"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The nun's cries of pleasure fill the room as she's held up by the knight in a full nelson. Rodrigo's thick cock shoved in and out of her asshole while a mixture of her own fluids, along with the knight's own, poured out of her pussy and splattered across the floor messily. Her thick thighs clapped with each repeated thrust, rippling with every pump of the knight's hips as he filled her ass with his cock. The resulting Electric pleasure shooting through both of their conjoined figures urged the knight to move faster and harder against her with reckless passion.  

The knight felt his arms strain as he held the nun. He didn't quite know how long he had been fucking the nun like this, but any concerns his mind could conjure up were quickly forgotten or pushed away as he continued to fuck her. He had thought that the nun's pussy or even her throat was as tight as things could get from her but feeling her ass soon changed that opinion. It almost felt like she was trying to milk his cock dry with how tight she squeezed him. Only plunging his mind further and deeper into the fog of pleasure he found himself in. Providing him with more energy to maintain the already insurmountable amount of stamina he had exhibited so far at that point and ruthless passion. Fueling his lust even more than it had already been satiated.

Already he could feel another orgasm as it made its way through him. At that point, he didn't know which number it was, but all that really mattered to him at that moment was fucking this deviously arousing nun as hard as possible. Even as he began to feel, a dull pain build in his chest. However, with the nun's asshole being as tight as it was, anything outside of the current pleasure he was taking part in was easy to ignore. Especially as he delivered one last destructive thrust into the nun before letting loose a torrent of cum inside her.

"Ggghhhhh!" The nun moans through gritted teeth in his arms as she begins to cum herself. Her soft, red, battered pussy erupted in a flood of her warm nectar, splattering across the stone floor before ultimately going limp in the knight's arms once she and Rodrigo finished cumming.

Suddenly, almost as if it had all been drained out of him in a single moment, Rodrigo's strength vanishes out of his body. The once feather weighted nun in his arms soon became too much for him to hold, causing him to lean forward and release her onto the bed before his legs soon gave out afterward, leading to him falling onto the cold stone floor.

While it was less than comfortable, feeling the cool floor below him after feeling more exhausted than he had ever felt in his life was a more than a welcome relief. However, Rodrigo's blood soon runs cold once he hears a small giggle come from the bed above him. Slowly, the knight turns to see a long, warped, clawed hand reach over and grab the border of the bed before pulling whatever it was attached to towards the edge of it.

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The knight huffed as he pressed the nun up against the wall, holding her up by her thick thighs as he furiously thrusts up into her while her fingers left deep claw marks across his bare back. The pain only aroused him even further as he pressed his lips up against hers, muffling her stifled moans between their lips as Rodrigo's tongue carelessly explored her mouth. "Mmmmmmph! Mmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" The nun moans into the knight's mouth.

With every thrust, the nun's fingers left a scratch across his back. And, as a result, an additional scar on his battle-worn body. Something that echoed his experience as a warrior as he used the strength he had accumulated over the years to thrust into the nun even harder, even with both of their bodies being covered in a thick layer of sweat from the vigorous exertion the knight was putting them through. Rodrigo's strength felt more primed than it had ever felt as he continued to viciously stab his cock up into the nun's soaking-wet pussy that readily took his member inside it with every lustful fervent thrust.

Feeling his cock swell, Rodrigo continues to thrust as he begins to cum. "Nmphmmm!" The nun against him moans as she begins to cum herself, spraying the knight's cock with her fluids as he continues to thrust into her, showing no signs of even coming close to stopping or slowing down as her fingers scratch deeper into his back, only urging him to fuck her harder. His hips slowing down as the nun's pussy overflows with his cum.

While their lips were still met together, Rodrigo pressed his forehead against the nuns. Taking the time to truly marvel at how tight her pussy was as his hips came to a complete and total stop. He still didn't quite know what was going on, but the pure erotic pleasure that came from this mysterious nun he found in a seemingly abandoned church made him disregard any worries.

However, his worries were soon reignited tenfold once he opened his eyes back up, coming face to face with the nun's face as it split open like a flower, revealing several fleshy tendrils and rows of razor-sharp teeth. Worst of all, his lips were still pressed deeply against hers, and when he tried to pull away, the tendrils growing out of her skull soon bore down on him.

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The knight lay back on the bed, his mouth pressed against the nun's while his arms wrapped tightly around her. Below them, the knight furiously fucked his cock into the nun's pussy. His large balls clapped over her plump sweat slick rear, causing the mounds of flesh to bounce and ripple with every single devastating thrust the knight dulled into her.

But in the back of his mind, Rodrigo began to gain some clarity as he remembered that something wasn't right. He couldn't stop fucking her. Not in the sense that her body was too irresistible to stop, it was more along the lines that no matter how hard he tried to stop or even just slow down, it was almost as if his body were moving by itself as he thrust into the nun on top of him. Causing more and more moans to leave her mouth and enter his as he began to try to will some control back into his body. But he just couldn't do it, especially as he heard what sounded like flesh splitting open as he felt the skin on the nun's back begin to morph and twist.

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The nun's head was beneath his foot as he thrust down into her. At the same time, the knight pulled back on both of her arms by her wrists as he reamed her rear with ruthless precision. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" The nun's lustful cries filled the room along with the sounds of his thick heavy balls as they slapped over the nun's pussy as it overflowed with his cum. Occasionally, when the knight unleashed a more notably brutal thrust, the nun's pussy shuddered before spurting out a stream of her own nectar down onto the bed below him.

But deep in the knight's mind, slowly gaining some foothold, Rodrigo knew he had to stop this. "No. No. No. No! This isn't right!" The knight yells to himself in his head, unable to cease his endless movements down against the nun as he feels his cock as its about to cum once again. "What is happening to me?!" The knight thinks to himself before watching on in horror as the nun's hands grab onto his wrists with surprising force before quickly pulling him down onto the bed, unable to do anything to stop her as her endless strength overtakes him.

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The knight's hands roamed up and across the nun's chest as she sat across his lap. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" And other loose moans escape the nun's mouth before they are quickly silenced as Rodrigo presses his mouth to hers. Her legs spasmed with every thrust as he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy, feeling as if it were already ready to swallow another one of his hot and sticky loads deep into it. A feeling the knight feared with every passing thrust that caused him to come closer to cumming. 

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The knight couldn't keep doing this. Beneath him, he pushed the nun's legs over her shoulders as he drove his cock deep inside her with repeated, devastating endless thrusts. His hips found a smooth and easy rhythm to follow as he fucked her with perfect precision, causing the nun to let out repeated moans as the bed they were on shook and tremored. Despite feeling exhilarated and eager to continue fucking the moaning whorish nun beneath him, he knew something was deeply wrong.

Speeding up his thrusting, the knight unleashed one final thrust into the nun's pussy, causing another load to shoot out the head of his cock and splatter itself inside the nun's pussy. Who in turn floods his cock with her own fluids that splatter across his crotch, her eyes soon rolling into the back of her head as her body goes limp beneath him. "Fuck... Please, let that be enough." The knight pants as he collapses on top of the nun, no more energy left inside himself as he feels himself growing too weak to do anything. "Let this nightmare finally end." Rodrigo mutters to himself, unaware of the process happening beside him.

Slowly, the nun's mouth begins to widen and take shape into a gaping maw of razor-sharp teeth as she slowly turns to face the knight, looking closely as he seems to be completely drained of energy. Then, glancing down at the knight's muscled neck, the nun slowly begins to move her demonic mouth towards it, letting out a small growl as she does so.

Suddenly, however, the knight's eyes shoot open as he quickly sits up before grabbing the demonic nun by the throat and pinning her down onto the bed. "You! It was you this entire time!?" The knight shouts as his arm strains under the surprising strength of the nun as she squirms and struggles beneath him. Quickly, the nun's soft hands and fingers turn into rigid, sharp claws that try to swipe at Rodrigo's face. But in another moment of quick movement, the knight quickly grabs her by her wrists and pins them above the nun's head. "I'm ending this!" The knight strains to say as he struggles to keep the nun's hands down.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." The nun comments, her once demonic mouth soon twisting into a smile before the knight suddenly feels a foot as it smashes into his chest, sending him flying back and through the wooden door behind him. Landing on the stoned tiled floor with a thud, the knight watches as the nun rises from the bed, floating above it as her body twists and morphs into its true form. Her once gorgeous body splits open as countless tendrils break through her skin, each covered with razor-sharp blades. 

Needing a weapon, the knight glances over towards a table beside him and notices a small candelabra. While it wasn't exactly a sword or even a knife, it would have to do. And so, rising to his feet as the nun shot towards him in a blur of movement, Rodrigo quickly reached over and grabbed the candelabra, wielding it as best as he possibly could as the nun cut through the air as she sped towards him at inhuman speed. He knew one day he'd have to face a battle that was built against him, but if the knight could send this demon back to wherever it came from before he met his own end, he'd be satisfied.

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Darkness, that's all the knight experienced before he felt something wet and soft being dragged across his forehead. Slowly stirring, Rodrigo opens his eyes, welcoming in the sight of a blurred figure sitting above him. "W-What..." The knight rasps, his voice dry. Wherever he was, he was comfortable, feeling almost as if he was wrapped up in some sort of blanket, all the while laying on something soft. "What happened?"

"Finally awake, hmmm?" A soft feminine voice chuckles above him as he once again feels something wet and soft be dragged across his forehead. His vision clearing up, Rodrigo finds himself lying on a bed with a nun rubbing a damp cloth across his forehead. She was admittedly quite beautiful, one of the most beautiful nuns he had ever seen. Her gorgeous white hair tucked behind her habit while her soft eyes looked down on him with great care. "You arrived here late last night, deathly ill. So I took it upon myself to care for you." The nun explains as the knight sits up on the bed.

"Oh! I apologize for any inconvenience, sister..." The knight trails off as he looks for the nun's name. 

"Almonde, my name is sister Almonde." The nun, now introduced as sister Almonde smiles at him. "And it was far from any inconvenience for me, knight Rodrigo." Sister Almonde goes on to say, reaching out and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I also took the liberty of cleaning your armor for you." The nun says as she shifts to the side and gestures towards Rodrigo's armor, which sat in the corner of the small room, looking freshly cleaned.

"O-Oh! Sister. You hadn't need to do that. But I thank you anyway." The knight says as he sits up on the bed, as the nun hands him a glass of water.

"I'm always happy to help a knight of holy order." The nun says as she rises to her feet before making her way to the door. "I'll leave you to your privacy." Sister Almonde mentions as she opens the door to leave.

"Wait. S-Sister." The knight calls out softly, causing the nun to pause as she turns around to face Rodrigo. "How did you know my name?" Rodrigo asks, looking genuinely curious.

The nun remains silent for a moment before smiling and saying, "You mentioned it when you made your way in here." Seemingly satisfying the knight's curiosity.

"Thank you again, sister." The knight thanks her once again. In response, the nun gives back a curt nod before taking her leave.

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"Please, you hadn't need to compensate me." The nun says as she walks alongside the knight towards the door.

"Sister, I insist. At the very least, use these funds to help those who need it." The knight says as he hands her a pouch of gold coins.

For a moment, the nun seems reluctant to take the money, but after glancing up at the knight's face and then back down at the pouch of gold, sister Almonde finally relents and takes the money. "Alright. But as you said, this is something that will only go to those who need it." The nun says as she takes the pouch of gold.

"It's up to you to decide, sister Almonde." The knight says as she pushes the door to the church open, letting in the cool mist of the early morning make its way in. "I bid you farewell, sister." The knight bows to the nun before leaving, making his way toward his horse.

"As do I. As do I." The nun mutters under her breath as she waves to Rodrigo one last time before slowly closing the church doors. Turning back to the now once again empty chapel, the nun looks down at the pouch of gold in her hand as a long crooked smile grows across her lips before her slitted eyes begin to grow. Then, in a flash of movement, she hops into the rafters of the chapel above her.

Outside, the knight can't help but feel as if that were a strange interaction he had with the nun. But for the most part, she seemed perfectly fine. Besides that moment in the room she rested him in, she seemed like any other nun. However, as the knight climbed onto his horse and began to continue his journey, he strangely felt as if he were missing something. 

Back inside the church, sister Almonde watched as the knight rode away, an ache slowly filling her heart as she wished she could've truly had him. But, alas, she couldn't quite risk garnering any more attention to her temporary home than she already had. At least, not yet, anyway. But while she would've loved to have feasted on knight Rodrigo's remains, his soul would have to do.

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