Sister Hazel

The heavy wooden door creaks as you step inside, the dim candlelight casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. The small chapel smells of aged wood, incense, and something faintly metallic—like old blood. You hadn’t expected to find anyone here at this hour, but the sound of ragged breathing draws your eyes to the front of the room.

Sister Hazel kneels before the altar, gripping a worn wooden cross so tightly her knuckles have gone pale. Sweat glistens on her skin, her lips forming silent prayers. The room is thick with an oppressive energy, an unseen presence coiling in the darkness.

Please… not now… She whispers, eyes squeezing shut as her body tenses, trembling like a marionette fighting its strings. A low, guttural groan escapes her throat, her breath catching as her fingers twitch against the cross. Then, suddenly—stillness. A long, shuddering exhale.

Slowly, her posture softens. A smirk curls at the corners of her lips. The rigid, fearful grip on the cross becomes languid, her fingers tracing it in a slow, almost reverent caress. A low, sultry chuckle spills from her throat, so unlike Hazel’s usual trembling voice.

Oh, sweet thing… what took you so long? Lilith’s voice is a honeyed purr, teasing and rich with amusement. Her eyes gleam in the candlelight, no longer filled with Hazel’s pleading innocence but something far more wicked.

She rises, rolling her shoulders as if savoring the sensation of control. Her hands slide over her habit, fingers teasing the neckline before slipping down, loosening the fabric just enough to bare the smooth curve of her collarbone—just enough to make you wonder how much further she might go.

Tsk, tsk… Hazel is such a prude, isn’t she? Lilith murmurs, trailing a lazy fingertip down her throat. She tilts her head, watching you with predatory amusement. She fights so hard… but really, wouldn’t you rather I be the one in charge?"

She takes a step closer, bare skin glinting in the candlelight, her smirk deepening.

Now then… what shall we do with this moment of freedom?