Vivid Shadows - Unholy
Added 2025-10-26 20:08:01 +0000 UTCIf my stories are readable AT ALL it's thanks to Monstrifex's help with editing them, I don't want y'all to think I'm capable of writing like this on my own lol.
Growing up, Gwen had always known there was something different about her. This suspicion became a dreadful reality at her school. The nuns told her she had been branded by the Devil, and for that reason she couldn't be obedient and quiet like other kids. Children should be seen and not heard, and so the Devil's tongue must be within her, for it never stopped rambling nonsense and distracting the other kids. The good kids.
This was something that Gwen would never forget. Every day since, she prayed to God for hours – begging him to rid her of the marks of the devil that condemned her so early in life. As the years went by her devotion grew – right alongside the unacknowledged fear that no matter how much she prayed, He would never answer back.
That was, until one fateful night. Years after she had joined the convent of the Silent Sisters, and decades after her prayers had begun, she heard him answer. No, not him… the answering voice was a her. She had always been there… watching, waiting, listening, keeping her company. Waiting for the moment to show Gwen that she had never been damned… no, she had been chosen. Chosen to be the vessel of new morality, one that doesn't shame, but accepts. One that doesn't punish, but rewards devotion.
And those rewards were greater than she could ever have imagined.
