Forsaking God to kiss someone you hate might not be a smart decision, but damn does it hurt good.
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Judith was never supposed to fall in love- but she was never supposed to become a vampire either. It's her duty as a nu...
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The halls of Saint Meredith's House are lined with statues of the patron saints of the goddess Marié, all of them looming down on the inhabitants with watchful, unblinking eyes. The stained glass windows are even the same, with the eyes of the angels watching those who come and go.
Mother Agatha once said that it was because the goddess was always watching us, just as we are always to watch each other. This, she said so confidently, is a place where no secrets can be kept.
So why is it then, I wonder, that I have been able to keep so many?
I do not mean to brag. I'm not proud of the secrets I keep. They eat at me on the inside, rotting me from my core, where no one but I can tell until the day comes where nothing is left of me but dust and regret.
But still, I cannot unburden myself of these secrets, or my undoing will surely come even sooner.
