𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬｜𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮

The mother, the daughters, and Holy Ghost

(kinda) Based of the prompt: 

You walk into a church expecting a normal communion, but the wine is thicker than normal and the bread... well let's say it's closer to raw steak

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Instead of the normal priest, a tall silhouette is standing at the altar. Silently the church fills and the guests are waiting for this 'priest' to say something. The silhouette turns around and seems to be a very pale woman. She looks around sharply, and smiles a smile you cannot decipher the meaning of.

"Welcome, today, we have gathered for a... special occasion," the woman speaks with fervour, "it seems you all strive for love and acceptance."

The woman takes a step forward to the rows and rows of benches. "Yet welcoming you are not. You see..."

Suddenly the church fills with black flies. You see them crawling on the benches and windows, casting big fly-like shadows on the ground.

"A little darling of yours has been praying for acceptance, however none of you poor imbeciles have showed even an ounce of respect to this poor soul!" The hairs on your neck stand up. This woman is far superior to anyone in this room. Her imposing nature and striking figure has everyone under a spell. "So, I took it upon myself to... take care... of this little problem. How nice of me, don't you think? Now, daughters come here."

The flies collect to the space in front of the altar and group up in three separate masses. Clumping together until three ladies clothed in black dresses and veils appear. Behind you someone starts praying, trying to fend off this demonic presence. The three women are like predators, glaring at the groups of people sitting frozen of fear on the benches. One pulls out an elegant looking sickle, sliding a finger down the sharp edge, taunting all the onlookers.

"Here, at house Dimitrescu we support gay rights. And if you don't..." The woman raises her hand and in an instant one metre long claws appear. "You will be sliced to ribbons!"

As if they had heard their cue, the three daughters leap to the church goers, sickles in hand and panic breaks out. Benches fall over and you barely manage to squeeze out from under a bench that fell on top of your legs. People run to the doors which do not open. You find cover behind a big flowerpot and cover your ears, trying to block out the screams. Tomorrow the news papers will cover a story of a massacre in the local church, and your name is going to be on the page dedicated to the killed. And finally people are going to act like they care about you.

Your heart drops when you feel something touch your shoulder and you think this is where you will die. Gently you are pulled up to your feet. The tall woman kneels down to your height, still imposing as ever, and says warmly "Now, let us find you a safe space where you can freely be who you are. How about that big castle up in the mountains?" The woman smirks and her eyes twinkle. "I have heard the owner is a very nice Lady who loves and accepts everyone."

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It is really short but hey! I'm a busy lady what can I say?

I typed this story in Whatsapp because my friend texted me that little prompt in a convo we had. I felt inspired and just started typing. Later, I did some minor editing and added a couple details and now I'm posting it here cuz why not?