"Forgive me father for I have sinned."

The dark, shear curtain separates the two people inside the confession box. The man on the other side curious, never even heard of this woman before yet he can see through the thin veil that she is a nun.

"Dear child, what sins do you confess for forgiveness?"

A lighter is then heard, flames arise and a light of a cigarette is smoked inside this box. The father on the other side inhales the pungent smell of tobacco making his nostrils tickle; scrunching his nose against the foul scent.

His stomach sinks into a pit of nausea. A feeling of impurity tickles the skin of his flesh. Raising the goosebumps warning him of this inner danger that is near. A sign of her smoking is already an offense to God in his house. Yet she continues on as if she is above everything.

"I confess I have impure thoughts, father," she blows smoke from her succulent ruby red lips. The clouds of tobacco swirls about inside the small box.

"What of these impure thoughts has you troubled, my child?" He asks, although his thought process had proceeded to make small protests against this woman that plays nun.

"I want to kill my father. I want to kill everything he's built and make him suffer. I also want to kill others as well." This brought an alarming level of discomfort for the priest.

"How long have you had these i-imperfect thoughts my child," the calmness of his voice now waivers with nerves of distress .

She inhaled the cigarette that shrinks in size every time she blows on her bud. As she inhaled deeply taking one last smoke, she lets the soft wisps of smoke blow out inside the box.

"Several centuries now, father," she leaves the small box and walks away leaving a confused and slightly scared priest. He walks out of the box in nerves of anxiety. He tries to find the nun that had finished her confession but he could not find her. She was out of sight from the grandeur of the church. However, she was only a few feet away at the front of the building.

She takes a good look of the stature of the grand church and chuckles deeply.

One last smoke.

One last swirl of air.

She looks down onto the floor that reflects what she sees in the puddle of liquid. She smiles softly at the corner of her mouth to slowly rise up in full smirk.

Dropping the small cigarette into the liquid. It lights in flames, a swift movement of her hand raises in the air locking windows and doors completely shut.

No way of escape in anyways.

She gives a sinister smile as she hears the loud cries of agony. Smelling flesh being burned alive. They plead to be saved by their god. At this point, when the burnt flesh has smeared away revealing deep tissue and bone: they'll start praying for anyone who's listening.

They always do.

"They're not going to save you," she whispers as she walks away with dark shades that cover her eyes.

Opening the car door of her black trans am. Raving the engine alive, she drives away as the distance of police sirens come after her departure. In the rear view mirror, she can see them attempt to open the doors, windows, anything that can help the people inside.

It's no use.

They're all going to die.

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A story between Gods and Monsters.

Sinners quarrels.

Diseased mistakes.

Forbidden love.

Broken Hearts.

Shattered Souls.

Undeniable powers.

Children's of Abomination.

When the legions of werewolves isn't as it seems, only one woman can tell them their history, their ancestors, and their original story.

Love will take a new meaning, a sacrifice will be made and the gods make the biggest mistake of ever crossing lines with her.

This is her story.

This is her truth.

This is her Chaos.

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