@DEVlLONHIM — enough of his 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚 in the dim, faint light.
She leans towards the partition —— just inches from him as her cheek rests against the grate.
“ Do you think I’m influenced by the 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇? “ Her voice is a 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧.
@DEVlLONHIM — Weeding out the 𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙢 and getting rid of them 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮.
But I know it is a still a 𝙨𝙞𝙣, one that I should ask for 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 for.
I hope you don’t think 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 of me, Father... “
She glances between the latticed partition wall, making out —
@DEVlLONHIM — “ Not the first time I’ve killed. Nor the last. And he 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 it. Every person working beneath a man like 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙚 deserves the kind of 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 I deal out. Swift and 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙡.
I do it in God’s name ; but not without 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩. “
@DEVlLONHIM His voice was 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; no judgement. But she cannot predict how he might react to her 𝙨𝙞𝙣 —— even if he is bound to take it to his grave in his secrecy.
“ I 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 another man last night. “
Helena looked down at her hands ; lethal digits. —
@DEVlLONHIM — behind her, taking her seat. For a moment, there is 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.
“ Bless me Father, for I have 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙. It has been three weeks since my last confession. “
Helena began to spoke the 𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 words of confession, leaning back against the chair for a —
@DEVlLONHIM —— She glances over her shoulder to him ; having deduced he does not have the gift of vision, and perhaps looking a little 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 because of it.
He was 𝙣𝙤𝙩 the typical priest she was used to ; he was young, handsome.
@DEVlLONHIM It may be big and 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮, but there was always a feeling of 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 that overwhelmed her when she stepped within the holy 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 —— a 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘, Helena is at home in these spaces.
“ Thank you for seeing me, on such short notice. “ ——