fioletowymag
sister delphinia was knelt at her makeshift altar in the woods . she had asked a woodworker to construct a cross , one she nailed to the tree some time ago . this was the rural townsmen's spot , one she disappeared to && felt safest in as it reminded her of the lord's last prayer in gethsemane's garden . her robes would be dirtied by the end of it all , but even so the nun stood as she did a cross . there was her rosary , warmed by the flesh in her hand laced on her palm . she would have to compose herself here && gather her things to go back to the monastery grounds . it wasn't until she turned that she found someone else watching to which she gave a gasp . she did now know anyone was here . ❝ OH ! YOU'VE GIVEN ME QUITE A FRIGHT , SAER ! DO YOU WISH TO PRAY AS WELL ? ❞ sister delphinia inquired , gesturing to the spot in the dirt with a light smile .
archaicreign
id: @savagepiety there were times when lucifer would enter the mortal world, leaving his court behind and wandering the earth. tonight he landed in a quiet little town, whose faith was intertwined with their culture. he always loved visiting those towns, in spite of the burning he’d feel when his hand grazed the pages of the table; the singing of his skin akin to a paper cut after centuries of doing so. watching the woman pray, he snuck up from behind in the passing darkness. he offers a smile, one devoid of that sparkling light in his crimson hues, chuckling softly at the mention of her fear. “ i wouldn’t even know what to say. would you mind if i observe? maybe ask a question or two? i’m… a bit of a stranger to this. ”
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