Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

The loud footsteps of whoever was coming echoed through the walls of the basement as though they were announcing their arrival. Ignoring the disturbance, I continued with my push-ups, counting along.

"51...". I lifted my body upwards before lowering it back down as close as I could to the ground, my fists holding my body weight. "52…". With each count, I repeated the process over again. "53…". The footsteps were now closer than they'd been. 

I was aware, whoever it was, wasn't more than a few steps from me. 

"54…". I continued counting, awaiting the arrival of my guest but I heard no sounds. The basement was deathly quiet like It always was except for my ragged breathing. Yet, I still felt the presence of a person very close to my cell. 

Stopping my workout to see who it was should be the right thing to do but I never interrupted my exercise for anyone. Hence, I continued with my count, never for once stopping to ponder on who it might be. Once I'd gotten to my scheduled count, I collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. At the same time, trying to calm my breath and racing heart. After a moment of regaining my breath, I looked in the direction where I'd heard the footsteps.

"What. Do. You. Want?" I asked, hoping whoever it was would step out into the open.

"F-f-food". A silky feminine voice stammered. "I-I b-brought your f-food".

it when you're yet

for a forest, in addition to my discolored face and body from several months of not showering, I could easily pass for a beast with human qualities. Thus, I got the same

she wanted to, I stood up to take the food container from her. But as soon as I was on my feet, she abruptly jumped back, almost pouring the food. Her reaction

over already". I gritted out, my irritation at its peak. "If I'd wanted to devour you,

she was fighting back a smirk but her dimpled cheeks gave it away. That was

drop it where you can reach for it". Her words came out stronger than they'd done when she

I did as she'd said,

the better

container beside the bars. Her eyes traveled back to my face, lingering on my eyes. I returned her gaze, never backing

to her feet, she stepped away from the bars. Her eyes were still holding mine. After a while, she exhaled, breaking away from the staring contest. She stared from me at the large sigil I was seated on. I took that moment to admire her. Though she was wearing a headgear that covered her head to her forehead and some part of her jaw, the woman looked undeniably beautiful

her become a nun? I

lips that were paused as