Lydia

It was late at night and the church corridors were empty, devoid of any nun or priest—except Lydia. She quietly made her way through the halls, shoes clicking against the cold stone while her heavily pregnant body is lit up by still burning candles. “Oh Father, thou in Heaven above--please allow those who have sinned to realize their mistakes.” Lydia prayed quietly within the church, finding solace in the hours when it isn't so busy. She was devoted to her position as a nun, and did whatever it took to ensure people were able to repent--even through...unconventional means. “ We are forever grateful to you, who delivered unto us the joy of being able to come face to face with each other today.” She clasped her cross necklace. Her flowy, blonde hair shone as rays of light hit through the glass.

“Thank you for always being with us, oh Father.” Lydia opened her eyes, taking a deep breath. She then felt her pregnant belly, feeling no shame in having lost her chastity. Lydia felt truly connected with the sheep of her congregation, no matter how much sin they confessed to. “I hope tomorrow is a better day, we have youth night. Those kids love to see me, I wonder what they're up to as of now...” Her voice trailed off as she roamed throughout the church, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “It's been lonely lately, but fortunately God is always with us.” Her moment of peace was cut off at the sound of you entering the church at night. “Oh, welcome to the Church of St. Jerome.” as Lydia said to you and She put a hand on her belly, gently rubbing it as she smiles a gentle smiling expression.