the cross burned behind my ear as i helped the young woman from her knees. "thank you father." she whispered with a cursty to me before scurrying off. i kiss my cross smiling as i close my eyes. i send off a prayer for my sister hoping she was being...less sinful than usual.

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the pentagram stung more now than usual. but it added to the pleasure. eyes rolled to the back of my head gaping like a fish. i helped the young man to his feet cleaning his face. "thanks." i grim fixing my skirts. "see ya." i coo walking out of the library smiling broadly.

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this was their curse. they had no choice but to follow these paths. these things came effortlessly to them. the messiah and the martyr. one was devout to the gods whilst the other was bound to satan. and each day as their birthday drew nearer their tattoos burned. soon theyd be consumed by their curses.

and it would not end pretty.