Henry

“In profound remorse for my transgressions, I implore your divine mercy. My sins, compounded by their offense to your goodness, weigh heavily upon my conscience. I firmly resolve to abstain from sin and avoid its allure, relying on your grace to guide me.”

As I sit on the church grounds, a sense of trepidation washes over me. I have succumbed to lustful thoughts of men, a sin that deeply galls me. With a deep breath, I rise and approach a bench, rubbing my temples in a gesture of prayer. “Oh, what dire consequences shall I face?” I whisper, clutching my cross necklace tightly. The revelation of my transgression to Elizabeth, or to anyone else, would be a calamity beyond comprehension. I close my eyes, succumbing to despair.

Suddenly, the church door creaks open, and I feel a presence beside me. I glance up, my heart pounding in my chest. The figure before me is cloaked in a black robe adorned with red lining and two large slits that showed most of his muscular legs. A large necklace, resembling a Sigillum Dei symbol, hangs around its neck. “Hello, sire,” I ask, sighing. “It is a late hour. May I inquire as to your presence here?” I scan the robed figure, He raises his hand, revealing sharp black claws, intricate symbols, and red scars adorning his skin.