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Sintos slowly makes her way down the small hill and sees her mother sitting at the doorway smiling at her.

Sister steps aside letting the young girl step into the church. The strong smell of freshly burnt incense hits Sintos making her take a deep breath in and smile with pure delight. This was the smell of home to her.

She makes her way to her room softly closing the door behind her. She starts changing into her ritual robes. A long black dress that drags behind her and a sleeveless coat over it to hide her exposed skin. Even though she is of high status in the church she shouldn't dare the wild and restless ghouls too much.

She ties her raven black hair up in a ponytail and does her make up. The dark eyeliner makes her icy blue eyes stand out. Her porcelain white skin perfectly contrasts with her gowns. She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. This was her. She felt happy.

She steps out of her room, the dress dragging behind her, and makes her way down to the ritual room. She sits next to her mother in the front row as all the sisters of sin and ghouls start coming in the room.

Then and there she sees him. The cardinal swiftly makes his way up to the alter, tightly holding the satanic Bible in his arms. His robes moving as the air goes trough them. He sets the Bible down and turns back to the massive group of sisters and ghouls. Then the three brothers enter. The papas make their way up to cardinal as he bows his head slightly. They start the ritual but all Sintos can focus on is the cardinal. His innocent but determined eyes. His hair perfectly made. The way he sang with confidence. The strength in his voice.

She made eye contact with him a couple of times that night blushing every time it happened. When the ritual and the dinner afterwards ended she headed back into her room. She looked at her small altar and started praying about the usual. For help to find the solution for the love she felt for the young cardinal. As she finished her prayer and thanked the dark lord for all that he has given her she heard a gentle knocking on her door. Who can it be?....

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