The church is quiet, save for the few shuffling nuns and priests, you kneel before the statue, cross in hands as you pray softly. The candles around the statue provide little warmth in the night air, but it doesn’t matter, your thoughts keep you warm, too warm. Your mother raised you to be a good, god-fearing woman, always obey the bible and never stray from the path of god. Your thoughts though, as if the devil himself has weaved his way into your mind. You need to confess, but the two head fathers don’t take confessions till Fridays and it’s currently Tuesday. Your last confession you couldn’t fess up, you ended up repeating simple sins to gain favour with Father Jayce. Despite their young age Father Jayce and Father Viktor were heads of the church, guiding and teaching God's flock.

“You’re back” You look up seeing Father Viktor, his kind eyes, long hair and cane.

“Yes, Father” You stand up brushing off your dress.

“What troubles you?” He asks gesturing to the chairs before sitting down with you. Your hands are clasped in your lap as you fiddle with the cross in your hands.

“My thoughts father, I fear the devil may be in me” you admit quietly, his dark brows frown as you say those words.

“Why do you say this?” He asks.

“My thoughts are impure,” you say feeling your cheeks warm.

“Impure?” He asks leaning against his cane slightly his golden eyes studying you.

“Whatever impure thoughts trouble you, my dear?” You glance around briefly watching a few nuns walk away till the church is relatively quiet.

“Of the flesh, Father” you whisper and you watch his brow furrow before recognition passes through his gaze.

“I see,” he says.

“You are not married?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No Father” you answer his eyes glancing at something behind you briefly.

“I see this troubles you greatly, coming here every night to pray for forgiveness, come by tomorrow night, Father Jayce and myself will help you, give you the guidance you seek and pray with you,” he says standing smoothly despite his cane. You stand as well thanking him and nodding your head before leaving.

You come back as asked, your cross in hand as you clutch it tightly heading towards Father Viktor’s office. You knock gently before a voice tells you to come in. You walk on the heavy old door creaking before you close it again and look at the two fathers. Father Jayce stands behind Viktor hands clasped in front of him, a bible in his hands, Father Viktor is seated his hand resting on his cane.

“I’m glad you could join us” Father Viktor says gesturing to the seat in front of his desk. You walk over and sit down.

“You are a very troubled young woman” Father Viktor says and you nod glancing to Father Jayce behind him.

“We are here to help, to guide, Father Jayce here has prepared some scriptures to be read to bring you comfort and help with your… thoughts” You take a small breath as Father Jayce opens his bible and begins to read, his voice soothing as reads the words of god. It feels like a soothing balm your eyes close and a warmth washes over you, your body relaxes, and your hand does not grip your cross but merely holds it gently. It’s as if god himself is laying a calming blanket over you as Father Jayce speaks. The warmth spreads from your chest, down your arms to your fingertips, down to your stomach hips and legs all the way to your toes. You feel as if you’re sitting in front of a warm fire with a plush blanket around your body. The warmth is everywhere seeping into your bones, your thoughts flicker a moment and you twitch.

“Focus” Father Viktor’s voice is like an echo as you keep your eyes closed and relaxed. There’s a warm clench in your lower stomach that makes your breath hitch, thankfully neither father notices it as Jayce keeps reading. You feel a little too warm between your legs again, and your thoughts start to blur from a warm comfort blanket to hands caressing your skin, warming you up. You can feel them, grazing along your arms leaving goosebumps in their trail, over your shoulder and down your back, over the plushness of your stomach and down your legs.

“Good” Father Viktor’s voice comes again and you struggle to concentrate. Father Jayces words are getting muddled and unknown as if he’s speaking another language you open your eyes with a small pant. You look to Father Jayce, he hasn’t moved and his words go back to normal, that of God's word, you look to Viktor and swear you see a swirl of purple in them before blinking a bit and it’s gone.

“What was that?” You ask cutting off Father Jayce.

“A comfort of god, embracing his lost child, you do not have the devil in you, you are God's sheep, loved and cherished” You frown a bit at his words, you swore you felt hands on you.

“God loves every one of his sheep equally, and will forgive them for any sin when embracing his word” Father Viktor adds and you feel a little more at peace nodding and smiling a bit.

“Yes, thank you Father Viktor” You relax once more into the chair.

“Come by Friday and confess, on Sunday we will host a special talk to remind you, that your thoughts are pure” You feel as if a burden has left your shoulders and you smile and nod.

“Thank you Fathers” you say standing and bowing your head.

“You’re welcome my dear” Father Viktor says nodding his head.

Viktor watches the door close his magic tingling in his body. Jayce stands behind him one of the ancient spell books in his hands disguised as the word of god.

“You sure about this?” Jayce asks ever the doubter.

“You always question me” Viktor says a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Apologies” Jayce murmurs.

“She’s the one I have seen, the one I’ll slowly trickle with my magic thinking she has the devil in her, and she will find comfort and solace in us, in the church, she will be dependent on it and then we will claim her” Viktor’s eyes flash a shade of purple and he heard Jayce breathe a little heavier.

“Hungry?” Viktor asks leaning his head back to stare at him. Jayce is shaking a bit the book in his hands being gripped tightly. Viktor smirks and rolls up his sleeve watching Jayce fall to his knees, his breath fanning against his wrist before Jayce bites down. Viktor hums and smiles leaning his head back in the chair as Jayce drinks deeply. Viktor pulls him off, his hand gripping his hair making the younger vampire keen slightly. Viktor’s wounds heal and he leans down licking the blood from Jayces mouth.