"Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio…" Elias’s voice trembled, rising in desperation as she stepped closer.Her naked body gleaned more luster from the red moon’s gaze.
She tilted her head, amused. “Prayers won’t save you, Doctor.” Her fingers trailed down her stomach, lower… and lower again.
"Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium!" Elias shouted, louder now, switching clumsily to English because he could no longer keep up!
“Deliver me, O Lord, from temptation!” Elias gasped, clutching the edge of the counter like it was the only thing tethering him,while he was drowning.“Keep me steadfast, keep me blind, keep me whole…”
The woman stepped closer.
Elias’s prayers grew louder, more desperate.
“Lead me not into sin! Into lust, into madness!”
Another step.
