Someone knocked at the door and slowly began to unlock it by turning the key.
Father Robert stood there still as stone. He did not know what to do or say. In the past fourty years of his life he had never felt so fearful when met with a demon like this one. He was an exorcist and investigator by profession but this just happened to be the first time wished he were only a parish priest.

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Sister Rosemerta unlocked the door amd opened it. She knew at once by looking at the priest that the girl had shown her true form to him.
She decided that it was more than enough talking they done today. She walked into the room and said, "Father can I speak to you for a moment, please." her voice as expressionless as always. She looked at the priest his face was almost pale and looked like he was about to throw up. "Father, if you please could step aside for a moment I need to talk to you." Said Sister in order to be hread more clearly perhaps since Father Robert did not seem to have noticed her there.
Upon hearing Sister Rosemerta's voice Father Robert jumped as if woken from a deep train of thought. He was at first bewildered and oddly stepped out of the room a bit thankful to her for intervening. The girl was still playing in the room and it was almost impossible to talk over the loud screeching noise that was coming form the paino now. Is she doing this purposely?, thought Father Robert and as expected Sister Rosemerta led him to the chapel that was in the heart of the convent. While they were walking to the chapel neither asked anymore questions or utter anything. It was almost as if there had been an unsaid agreement between the two to talk only after they enter the chapel.

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he chapel though at the heart of the convent was very well built. It's stone wall were polished which glowed softly due to the light coming fro mthe hanging chandlier. The alter was hughe for a chapel and covered in gold cloth. The pillars that supported the roof were bulky and strong. The entire chapel felt a degree or two colder than the temperature outside. It was the perfect embodiment of peace and tranquility but little was it know that above this holy place these nuns housed a monters and creature of pure evil amd darkness.
Sister Rosemerta suddenly halted in the middle of the church isle, she kept looking at the alter with pleading eyes and did not say anything. Father Robert let out a sign and knelt down to pray. He felt his heart racing as if asking God to bless him for the battle that lay ahead. For a full five minutes neither spoke to the other they both seemed to favour the silence then having to explain or discuss the situation.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." suddenly Sister Rosemerta said her eyes still glued to the alter, still pleading and begging for mercy.
Father Robert sat down on one of the benches, he too was looking only at alter ahead. He needed some silence, some peace, some soltitude, he wished only to pray now.
"I am going to listen to you confession Sister; on a condition." He whispered which seemed to echo off the walls and sounded amplified. Sister Rosemerta finally looked at him and spoke in askance, "Condition?"
"Yes." replied the tired priest. Suddenly he felt old and weak. "You will explain yourself and this situation before I contact the Vatican."
These words sent an odd chill down Sister Rosemerta's spine. The chapel suddenly felt colder and heavier. She knew she had to answer this question, she knew she was to be held accountable for her mistakes.
"Let me start from that unfateful night. I made a mistake." She began, but Father Robert seemed to be determined to keep his gaze fixed on the alter as if praying for strength to deal with what lay ahead and what he was about to hear.