Chapter 32

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," I murmured.

My knees were on a little red pillow that was on the floor, so that the faithful of the Catholic church did not have to start paying their penances before confessing their sins. The fabric of the cushion was tickling against the knees, which were barely covered by my white dress and flowery prints. I had chosen very well the appearance I would like to have that day. A simple nineteen-year-old girl, who had to reconcile a worn-out job with devotion to the church and its customs. It was all a falsehood without size, because the one who knelt before the small cubicle in which the priest used to camouflage himself in the shadows and listen to his faithful, was the queen of hell, the devotee of Lucifer.

Even though I was who I was, nothing stopped me from going to mass that Sunday. I've been waiting for her for weeks. It was the mass in which the review would be a foreigner with a very good history in the church, and he wou