Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

"He-he chased her out of the parish when he found out she was pregnant and threatened to kill her if she should tell anyone of it". Her voice broke. 

Instinctively, my hand reached out to hers that were clasped together on the counter, placing it over hers to comfort her.

"She gave birth to me and took care of me all by herself. She had no one to support her as an orphan". She drew in a ragged breath, before continuing. "Growing up wasn't easy. We did everything we could to survive". Tears filled her eyes. 

Her sad tale pricked my heart but I listened intently, not wanting to interrupt her.

"Mom struggled to send me to school and after I finished high school, she was going to send me to college but I stopped her. I couldn't let her pass through the pain and suffering all alone. I assured her I was going to find a way to do it. Yet she wouldn't let it be". Tears were now flowing freely from her eyes that were focused on the counter. "When I got to eighteen years of age, she sat me down and told me everything about the priest. I hated him so much. I wanted to take my revenge on him. That was how I started working at the parish as a nun, gradually planning ways to take him down".

By now, she was full-on crying. Standing from my seat, I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her while she cried into my chest. After a while, her sobs subsided. She pulled away from me, taking her seat.

"I'm sorry you have to pass through all this in the hands of that monster".

when he caught me. I don't know how

live". I gritted out,

you escape because I wanted to get back at him". She

fucking grateful for that, honey. I need to take him

"H-how?"

"You".

furrowed brows. Instinctively, my hand shot out to clean the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes darted to my fingers on

need to get back at him and the general that

I'm supposed to be

"Not really, but yes".

She narrowed her eyes at me,

think we're dead. Let's