Nephilim and the Nun

•Chapter Three•

Adina:

A deep breath of relief flew out of my lips as soon as I found my way out of the basement, walking into the bright morning sunlight, falling upon my eyes. As though I still needed to calm my breath, I stopped in my tracks, blowing out the flame of the lamp and drawing in a deep breath. Mother Mary had definitely not prepared me for what my eyes had seen in that basement.

Was that a different specimen of man or were possessed people of a different species?

Truly, it was my first time in the basement and I'd never seen any of the possessed people that were brought for deliverance. Could that explain what I'd seen and felt in there?

That man didn't seem to be just a normal human, although he possessed more human-like features. I've never been to the outside world, but I've seen a lot of men, from the priests in the parish to the male worshippers that come around during the different services held in the church, and even some of Father Aaron's male visitors to know he was a different breed. I'd never seen a man with so many exquisitely refined features that he could compete with the beauty of a woman.

In the short while I'd been there with him, I'd noticed the delicate feminine arch of his perfectly shaped brows, the slight bow of his well-shaped plump lips, in a light shade of pink, and those eyes, sweet baby Jesus! They were so dark, that they seemed to be staring into my sinful soul. Although I was fully clothed, I felt naked with his eyes roaming over me, like he'd never seen a female in his entire life.

Thoughts of how his eyes had ogled me were enough to send a chilling sensation down my spine, with my stomach tying in knots. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I attempted to close my eyes to get rid of these thoughts but that was my mistake_my brain recalled every little part of him that had captured my interest, especially the part I shouldn't remember, the one that was made to make me feel like a dirty perverted Christian, but somehow, those weren't the exact or should I say, rightful words to describe the feelings that coursed through me at the thoughts of his image.

My feelings were based on curiosity and the need to know more, to explore, to see more...

Wasn't that wrong? Shouldn't I be running to confess my sins?

I hadn't just been captured by his facial beauty, but by the entirety of this being. Mother Mary mustn't have known that the prisoner was nude. If she had the slightest idea, I wouldn't have been opportune to see him.

It wasn't an opportunity, Adina. It was an errand.

Yes, I had to remind myself of my purpose in that basement, as it seemed I'd deviated from the main course but in all honesty, I'd never embarked on such an errand that was both terrifying and appealing.

"Adina?"

Waves of shock hit me, my head whipping in the direction of the voice that had just called me to see Mother Theresa heading towards me. Like a deer caught in headlights, I quickly picked up the lamp and paper bag that I'd subconsciously dropped, getting ready to make an escape for the pantry, in order to avoid the all too knowing eyes of my godmother.

"Not so fast, young lady," she stepped in my path, staring intently at me, with eyes narrowed to slits, a mean line across her lips.

"Mother..." I smiled sweetly, putting on a good show. Yes, I was not a stranger to the fact that I wore my expressions on my face like outfits. Hence, the need to sweet talk her away from me before she'd catch on to my guilt.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mother Mary asked me to deliver food to the man in the basement," I answered truthfully.