Monsignor Timothy Howard was watching Sister Mary Eunice kneeling in front of him. She was taking care of his wound but he didn't feel any pain.

His mind was elsewhere. Timothys other hand was clutching his rosary desperately as he prayed silently for strength.

The angel of death had revealed the true identity of the former sweet and innocent nun. His mind was reeling since then. Has it been wrong to throw Jude in a cell like a madwoman? Was Mary Eunice the reason she started to drink again and who did really kill Frank? What had happened with all those patients who disappeared?

Everything seemed to be possible and Timothy knew he had to end it himself. It was the reason he was still alive and he had promised to fight for the innocent soul of Mary Eunice.

Without thinking about it any further Timothy grabbed Mary Eunice from behind and pressed his cross against her forhead, praying desperately.

"... Satan, I renounce every sin and compromise. I cast you out in Jesus name..."

The Monsignor was surprised as he was lifted up his feet and slammed back on his bed. He didn't know how it happened but he felt trapped, like he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

His mind focused back on Mary Eunice who was smiling diabolically. The young nun didn't seem to be impressed and turned around, watching him like a prey.

"That wasn't a good one father. Do you wanna hear mine?! There was a priest, a dirty beast, whose name was Alexander. His mighty dick was inches thick, he called it Salamander."

She laughed about her rhyme and moved slowly over to him and kneeled on the bed above the priest. "Is yours inches thick father?" Marys hands caressed his chest and feathered further down his body.

Timothy was afraid and shocked not just because of what she was asking but about her movements above him. He had made a vow, not just to himself but to god too. He tried to move away but an invisible force was holding him down. "P-please don't..." He sounded weak even to his own ears.

Mary Eunices hand had reached his boxers and she looked up to watch his reaction.

The monsignor had closed his eyes and fought against the reaction of his body. Of course he was only a human male with dreams and urges but he never acted on them.

Timothy heard a quite melody in his head and remembered the moment he noticed it for the first time. His nostrils filled with overwhelming fragrance of his favorite meal and he couldn't shake the image of the night only weeks ago.

Mary Eunice stopped every movement and looked at him with an unreadable look. Timothy took a shaky breath and tried to clear his mind but it was already too late.

Grinning, the young nun stood and walked over to the door. "Be patient Monsignor, I will be back soon."

The door closed behind her and Mary Eunice left the office. As he heard the second door close, Timothy tried to stand up but the invisible force was still holding him down. His gown was still pushed apart and as he looked down he saw his predicament.

He was aroused. Not because of Mary Eunice but her body and image had reminded him of a fantasy he had tried to fight. Many nights he had prayed for strength to forget the forbidden dream but he never prevailed.

It felt strange and andoubtly wrong to lie in this bed and waiting for Mary Eunice to come back. He couldn't change it, he was far too weak to fight the demon regardless his promise to Shaccath.

Timothy was startled as he heard someone enter the outer office and prepared himself for what might to come. But he was still surprised and shocked as he saw who was walking besides Mary Eunice inside the bedroom...