When he stepped foot into church, he dipped his finger into the small fountain of holy water, quickly signing the cross to honor the Father. Moving into the pew closest to the front, he saw that there was nothing but a dim light over the alter and, quickly knelt, lifting the sacred rosary hanging from his neck out of his shirt, kissing the cross before bowing his head before his clasped hands. He'd spent most of his life in prayer but, somehow, as he spoke to his Father, it felt less like a hymn and more like a cry for help.
"Please forgive me for I've committed a grave sin of the body." It was a whispered rasp as he squeezed his eyes tightly. "At first it was meant to be a sacrifice. I've bound myself to a demon to receive her help but now I fear that I've traded away my own purity
