Lucille shut the door to Leora’s room and let out a large sigh. It was almost a miracle how Leora was always getting herself into trouble. It seemed to follow her everywhere. Lucille had noticed Leora’s mental state deteriorate ever since Leora had taken her Firsts.

She had to pretend like she wholly believed Leora’s tale. It was what Leora needed to begin healing and Lucille was determined to help her. The tale, however, was farfetched and reeked of delusion.

Still, even if what Leora experienced was a figment of her imagination, Lucille could not deny that the situation was dire. If it was imaginary, Leora needed help conquering whatever was ailing her sick mind. But, if the demon truly was real… then the whole Abbey was in danger.

Lucille was determined to protect her home.

‘Protect nothing. You are selfish. You are just trying to get noticed by Corvina in order to give your Final Vows.’

The voice in her head taunted her like it did so often. No, she assured herself, she was doing this for Leora. For the Abbey. Her motives were pure.

She shook her head clear and began walking down the hall. Talking to Corvina intimidated her on a regular day, let alone with something as serious as this. Idly, she hoped that Corvina would understand the severity of the situation.

Lucille approached the doors to Corvina’s study and audibly gulped. Something about the intricate doors and what lay behind it made her afraid, told her to run and hide. She had to be brave. For Leora.

Her fist knocked on the door in a rhythmic pattern that was very typical of Lucille’s cutesy personality. For a moment, nothing happened. She was about to knock a second time but was interrupted by an audible click of the door’s lock turning.

The door creaked open slightly and revealed the Abbess’ smile. It warmed Lucille’s heart and soothed her nerves.

“Good evening, Mother Superior.”

“Lucille? Oh, this is a pleasant surprise. Come in, child, join me for some tea.”

Lucille’s cheeks flushed and she beamed with joy, giving an enthusiastic nod in response. Sharing tea with the Abbess was such an honor, one few nuns ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

She followed Corvina’s long skirt as it trailed behind her and joined her Superior in the study. Lucille picked a spot on one of the chairs surrounding a little tea table. Atop the table sat a set of teacups, all upside down save for one that held some tea, still steaming.

Corvina too sat down and turned one of the cups over, pouring a fresh serving inside and placed it in front of Lucille.

“Do you require any sugar or cream? I prefer mine black with a hint of sweetness. It highlights the complexity of the leaf.”

Lucille mulled it over for a moment before settling on a decision. “I shall have it like you do, Sister Superior. I usually have cream but I am feeling adventurous.”

Corvina smiled and nodded, adding two small spoons of sugar to the cup and stirring. Lucille watched the liquid swirl around in the cup in a spiral and felt her body relax. She was brought back to reality by Corvina clinking the spoon on the edge of the cup to remove the extra droplets that clung to the spoon’s surface.

Lucille picked up the cup and closed her eyes, taking in the intense smell of the tea before sipping at the warm liquid. A hint of sweetness was truly all the brew needed.

“Delicious! Thank you, Sister Superior. You were right about the sweetness.”

Corvina smiled and sipped at her own tea.

“Tell me child, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Lucille hated that she had to begin talking business so soon after arriving. She wanted to enjoy some time with her Superior without the conversation turning serious.

“Well… I wanted to talk to you about Leora.”

Corvina raised an eyebrow. “Whatever about? Has she been making sounds in the night again?”

Again? Leora never made so much as a peep at night. “No, no sounds, Mother Superior. She missed service and meal time all day today and so I went to check on her.”

Corvina nodded, encouraging Lucille to continue.

“Well, when I entered her room she was in shambles. Her skin was pale and her cheeks were flushed, she looked like she had not slept a wink. I tried to check for a fever but she would not let me touch her. I asked her what was bothering her and she told me something that concerned me enough to seek your aid.”

Lucille paused. She was trying to find the best way to word it all, succinct and to the point while also getting across the severity of the issue.

Her Superior was clearly growing frustrated as Lucille delayed, sipping at her tea. “Out with it, Lucille. I do not have all evening.”

“She said that she was attacked by a demon yesterday. It made her do and feel unspeakable, sinful things. I do not know whether to believe her or not, but she mentioned that the demon was wearing one of our habits.

I do not know nearly as much as you but what I do know is that I have never heard of a shapeshifting demon. It may be a kind we are yet to discover and that scares me far more than any known quantity.”

“And so, you came to me for help? Good girl, Lucille, that was wise.”

Lucille felt light-headed at the praise and a sensation similar to the one she experienced at the Chapter of Faults moved through her body. She had another sip of tea and found that it was hard to stop drinking.

‘Finish it. Drink it all. Drink. Drink. Drink.’

Lucille placed the empty cup back onto the saucer and looked to Corvina’s eyes for guidance.

“Lucille, I need something from you in order to save Leora. It would be asking a lot of you and I understand if you would rather step away.”

“No. I want to help. I will do anything to help.”

Corvina smiled and placed an unlit candle in front of Lucille. “Anything? Do you vow to help me save Leora, no matter what it takes?”

Lucille thought it over. She wanted to help but she did not know if putting herself in danger was necessary. She had already done her job of bringing it to her Superior, after all.

“Someone who would do anything for their Sister would be a perfect candidate for Final Vows… but if you feel Leora can handle it on her own then -”

Lucille’s eyes widened. “I will do it, Mother Superior. Let me help.”

Her superior’s eyes burned brighter. “Then vow it. Vow that you will do anything for me. Vow to help me help Leora.”

“I swear that I will do whatever it takes to protect my sister. My body and mind is yours to use, Mother Corvina.”

The candle between them burst into life and Lucille felt the world begin to spin.

“Good girl, Lucille.”

Corvina laughed and Lucille felt the laugh deep inside her mind, echoing and scrambling her thoughts. She wanted to laugh too.

“I am so grateful for your devotion and dedication to your fellow Sister. You are going to be a good little pawn for me, are you not?”

“Pawn?” Even as she questioned it, she began to nod. Her head bobbed up and down in movements, movements that Lucille had no part in. Lucille’s heart began to race as she realized that something was wrong. Her vision began to blur and her head ached.

Corvina stood and hovered a finger in front of Lucille’s forehead. Lucille’s eyes followed the finger, looking up at her superior.

“Yes, a pawn. Slave. Willing sacrifice. Does that not sound like a good idea? In fact, I think it is the best idea you have ever heard. Say, ‘Yes, Mistress.’”

Lucille’s fear took hold. She wrenched control back and tried to stand but she didn’t get very far. Her forehead collided with the finger of her Superior that had been lying in wait. She looked up at Corvina and saw an extra set of unholy eyes open on Corvina’s face.

Corvina pushed her finger into Lucille’s forehead with the slightest amount of pressure.

“Your mind is so much weaker than Leora’s, I forgot how easy this could be. Fall, Lucille.”

Lucille fell limp against the chair. She was helpless to stop Corvina as she shred Lucille’s habit and exposed the pale flesh beneath.

. . .

Lucille wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It was like her consciousness took a back seat and her body was left empty and devoid of life. She was floating in a sea of black in her mind and she did not know how to swim to the surface.

‘Return, Lucille. Wake up. It is time for you to prove your devotion.’

Her consciousness smashed back into her body, disorienting her. Her arms and legs were bound to four posts, stretching and exposing every inch of her. She tried to look around but her eyes were covered with cloth.

“Mother Superior? What is happening? I feel cold.”

A pair of hands caressed her skin, one on her legs and another on her stomach. They were soft and warm and left tingles in their wake. Lucille felt violated.

The hand on her belly shifted upward, each finger gently slowly tracing up along her ribs and coming to rest on her throat. It tightened in a way that was threatening but not enough to cut off air.

“Stop, please. This is wrong. Sinful.”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The hand on her leg gripped her thigh tight enough to make Lucille yelp and a possessive growl filled Lucille’s ears.

“I walk with the Lord, demon. P-please. Leave me be.”

‘A demon, am I? How rude of you to call me such a name.’

It punctuated the statement with a slap of Lucille’s thighs. The sharp pain surprised Lucille and she screamed in surprise.

‘Behave. You will refer to me by the name I deserve. I am your Goddess. You do not wish to disrespect the one you worship.’

Lucille scoffed in response. “I do not worship you, false idol.”

The demon simply laughed.

‘You will.’

The hand released her thigh and gently caressed its way upwards stopping just short of its goal. She could feel the warmth emanating from the palm of the hand as it cupped her cunt, but not touching.

‘You gave your body and mind away. Did you consider just how much you lost? You gave it so freely, with the slightest temptation. You are weak and stupid. A sinner.’

She felt the statement shift something in her brain. Her defiance and strength vanished in an instant. Flames surged in her head and began to consume everything that they touched.

She felt breath on her nipple and it made her body clench.

‘You like my voice in your head. You want more, and so, you will stop thinking. Less thoughts means more space for my voice. Sinners do not deserve thoughts.’

Lucille shivered. Her thoughts went blank, a void that waited for more of the voice to fill it.

‘You love me. You need me. You want me. Your cunt aches for my touch.’

Love, want, and need bounced around in her empty skull. She couldn’t help but agree with the voice. It was just so right. Her hips tried to thrust toward the hand teasing below.

‘Ah, not yet. You want to fuck so badly. You will give up years of abstinence just for my touch. I will give you what you need, pet, but I need some things from you first.’

Lucille wanted it. She needed to be fucked more than anything in her life.

“Anything. I will do anything. Anything… Please.” Her voice was manic. It had the ring of someone who was beginning to go insane.

‘You know, I learned early on that if I push a girl too fast toward the fires of Hell, they break apart. I have been slowing burning away at Leora, shaping her to perfection, but you… Well, you want to break for me. I give you permission. Forget Leora, forget yourself and break.’

Permission was all she needed to let go completely. The flames turned her mind to ash in an instant and left an empty shell in its wake. She began to pant with lust, her tongue sticking out of her mouth like a beast.

‘Moments ago, toy, you gave me defiance. We have to fix that, once and for all. I do not take kindly to disobedient sinners. However, I am no tyrant. I do understand that it needs a treat dangled in front of its muzzle in order to obey its owner.

How does this sound? I will fuck you like you so desperately need, but you have to do one more thing for me. This time, I will not tell you what to do. Figure it out on your own.’

The thing that used to be Lucille searched for words, searched for what she needed to do to get her treat. She let out desperate pathetic whines of need as she struggled to form a thought. The only things in her mind were fucking and her owner. Suddenly it clicked and she giggled vapidly.

“I worship you, Goddess. I forsake the Lord and devote myself to you and only you. I love you, please fuck me, pleasepleaseplease.” The desperation and insanity sent her voice up a few octaves.

Her Goddess laughed and filled Lucille’s cunt with fingers. Claws sank into her neck and teeth latched onto her tit, drawing blood.

‘Good girl. If only you listened to me from the beginning, you would have been fucked so much sooner. Next time, I want you to bark. A sinner is no better than a dog for me to train.’

The dog that was Lucille moaned out without shame and embraced the pleasure of being fucked by her Goddess. She was irreparably destroyed.

‘You may cum, toy. Enjoy it, for it might very well be your first and only orgasm.’

Lucille screamed in pleasure. Her whole body clenched and arched off the table, her juices flowing freely onto her Goddess’ hand. It felt like it lasted forever and to Lucille, it might as well have.

She would never be cursed with being a person ever again and she was eternally grateful to her Goddess for the blessing.

. . .

The dusty street dirtied the skirt of her habit as she walked through the town. The collar around her neck was a symbol of her devotion to her Goddess. The leash that connected her to Corvina’s palm tugged gently with every step.

‘Eyes on me.’

Her eyes never left the back of Corvina’s head. She had been told that they were going on an important mission. The details of the mission were not important to her. All that mattered was what Corvina wanted.

She could feel the villager’s eyes on her and her Goddess as they walked together. Their pity and horror made her cunt wet.

They had already visited the house of a family with a deathly sick child. Together they prayed for the child’s health. The family had been crying and when they left, tears of relief and hope. Hope that their baby would be alright.

She felt nothing when she saw the family’s tears.

The youngest child of the family had asked what her name was as they were leaving, looking up at the nuns in adoration. She stared at the girl blankly in response. Speaking to outsiders was forbidden, and even if it wasn’t, she did not need a name.

She watched silently as Corvina had given the young girl a small crucifix and then watched her Goddess leave, feeling the tug of her leash indicating that she should follow.

The hustle and bustle of the Main Street seemed to hush as they approached. People had noticed them enter the town and some were waiting for their return.

A small crowd had gathered, whispering among themselves. Some were talking about how strange the nuns looked. Others put their palms together and silently prayed to the lord, thanking him for the blessing of holy women visiting the town to heal.

She heard a man yelling in anger but cared not about what he was saying. It was not important to her. The crowd parted and some women screamed.

‘Prove your devotion, pet. It is time for your sacrifice.’

She knew what needed to be done. Her legs carried her forwards in front of Corvina just in time for a blade to sink into her side. She looked at Corvina with pride and fell to her knees, a blissful smile on her lips. The fabric of her habit darkened with her blood.

Corvina leaned over and pet her.

‘Good dog.’

She had never felt more fulfilled. She had made her Goddess proud. As the world began to grow dark she knew that if she died here, she would die happy.