Sorry for the wait my loves! My internet has not been kind to me and neither has school... -_- But! I have finally finished the third chapter! It's amazing how many people have already read this and thank you so much for the follows/favs/reviews! I love them all even if they are questions. I tend to answer questions on the next chapter so I do apologize if I haven't answered yours or commented back!

Mark Adaar: I don't believe so? She is the nun at the beginning of the movie when she sacrifices herself in the abbey. But as for orphans...I am not too sure :? But if you have any other questions or comments don't hesitate to leave them in the review! I'm happy to answer them! Thank again for reviewing and reading my friend!

Sacrecrow: You bet ur ass its about to get intense! You know I'm all about it hahaha Again I'm sorry for the wait fam, here it is! 3

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Sister Oana had been sitting anxiously inside the chapel, where her thoughts were driven to things other than prayer. Sister Victoria was seated beside her, desperately praying in the hopes of driving whatever sort of demonic entity from this place was enough. The rest of the sisters were doing the same. But there were two missing.

The elder nuns.

Sister Oana didn't know what had come over her to somehow manage to sneak away from the rest of the coven. But she found herself wandering the halls in search of her sisters. As she reached the eerily calm corridor. She could hear the voices of two others partaking in a discussion she figured to be of high importance due to the worry in their voices. Sister Oana paused and inched closer to the large cathedral door.

"But we have no knowledge of where it is Sister?"

"The only way of knowing is through that door."

There was a pause that even the young woman could sense the hesitation in the other's voice.

"We cannot allow this entity to escape these walls. Those outside these grounds will be susceptible to the possession this creature has."

Possession? Sister Oana thought, were they referring to the nun that she had seen just before entering the chapel? Or…. That wasn't a normal nun was it? The young woman's thoughts were then drawn over to the end of the hallway.

There. Just up ahead, stood the same creature as before. Staring at her with bright ember eyes. Its face was relieved of any emotion. Instead the creature stood there with a passive glare, but not breaking any form of contact with the young woman. Sister Oana intuitively clasped onto her rosary, slowly backing away from the entity at the end of the corridor. That was until the demon had begun moving closer to the young nun. The lanterns that aligned the hall had blown out. Leaving the creature in darkness until it appeared within the following light again.

One by one, the lanterns had blown out. It was as if the creature didn't have legs underneath the tunic it wore. It simply slid across the stone floor, inching closer to the now terrified sister. She had been holding her breath the entire time and continued to move back before realizing she had pinned herself on a pillar behind her.

Oh no.

Sister Oana's eyes snapped over to see she had forgotten to escape through the side exit. About six feet away. But at that point, the nun was now only two lanterns close to her. She suddenly remembered the words….

Possession.

The young woman began to panic and took in shallow quick breathes as she continued to hold onto her rosary. The sight was horrifying. Such a ghastly creature dressed in regular nun attire gliding for her. Sister Oana's vision seemed to become blurry from anxiety that was building up inside of her. Her panting turned into subtle whimpers as she backed away as far as she could onto the stone pillar.

Now there had been only one lantern left, the small light that gave Sister Oana even the slightest bit of clarity in the darkness was all she had. She quickly shut her eyes and bowed her head, fearing of what might happen within the few moments she assumed she had left. She could hear the sound of the fire blow out and could see the light even with her eyes closed completely vanish. The air suddenly getting very cold, she shook intensely, not daring to move.

But nothing happened. The moments dragged on and the anticipation Sister Oana had been feeling was now withering away into what she suspected was false hope. Maybe the creature had gone? Spared her even? The corridor remained dark, that much she knew. But she wasn't about to stay and wait for something to happen. She slowly opened her eyes to see no one else besides her in the hallway. Not even a trace of another presence was felt. Sister Oana's eyes were then drawn to her rosary, which seemed to almost illuminate in the darkness.

She gripped tighter onto the chain and jumped when the sound of the cathedral door opened. Revealing the two elder nuns walk out into the hall.

"Sister? What on earth are you doing here alone? You must go back to the church." One of the elder women stated.

Sister Oana's eyes shifted down the hall, the two women followed her gaze, seeing the frightened look on her face. The other elder turned back to look at her, "Sister, it is time to proceed to the refreshment hall. We must keep up our strength. Then after, we continue our prayers."

The young woman's eyes turned back to see the Sister who had been talking to her. Realization didn't hit until the young nun remembered it was still day. And neither of them had eaten. Not that she had the stomach to do so in the first place. But she reluctantly nodded her head and proceeded down the hall, the two older nuns glancing at one another before following her down to the refectory.

The meal was bland. Everything made in this monastery had been dried up and lifeless. Even the food. It didn't seem all that terrible when the young Frenchman who would bring it to them, first delivered it in their freezer. That was the job of Sister Oana herself. She always hated it, but only because she was forbidden to speak with the man. The other sisters had told her to not speak with him on several occasions. Not only because he was known to openly flirt with the younger nuns in the convent. But because they were afraid of releasing the evil into a person who was not particularly religious. Creating more of a threat to those outside of these walls.

But each time the food had entered the abbey, it seemed to grow bland and tasteless. Which perfectly described their lifestyle. Day in and day out. When they weren't praying or partaking in the very little food they ate. They feared roaming the halls and looking in mirrors. Afraid of what they may see if they stared long enough.

Sister Oana, before becoming a nun, wasn't much into religion herself. She had never even believed in ghosts or other supernatural beings until one day, as a teenager, she met face to face with her dead grandmother. Someone she loved very much, who she entrusted with everything. Her grandmother taught her everything she needed to know, even if that meant sitting for hours on end listening to her speak of angels and demons. It was all quite amusing to her until she had passed away of natural causes.

And every since that day. She knew that there was such thing as a higher power. Resulting in her taking her vows. She just didn't expect to become apart of something so menacing. Being surrounded by more death than she'd hoped. This wasn't what she expected at all.

"Sister?"

The young woman's eyes glanced to her right, seeing Sister Victoria watching her in confusion. After an otherwise rushed meal, the sisters were ordered to go back into their quarters and lock the door. Every single one had followed the orders of their superiors and retreated to the dormitory.

"You left during prayer in the chapel. Where had you gone to?" She asked her nervously

Sister Oana thought about what to tell her. And whether or not to share the information she had gotten from their superiors. She simply didn't want to make Sister Victoria worry about what she had seen. So, she'd stay quiet for now. As the women were walking for their rooms, a flash of bright lightening struck the roof of the building just outside. Making the nuns jump and scream at the now fiery mess on the roof of the monastery.

"Sisters!" The elder nun exclaimed aloud, "It is time for us to go back to the dormitory and pray! Be sure to lock your doors and shut the windows."

Sister Oana looked around, seeing the rest of the convent eagerly approaching the east side of the abbey. She furrowed her brows as if searching for someone, "Where is sister Ruth?"

"We must go back to our quarters!" Sister Victoria whimpered, tugging on Sister Oana's arm, "The storm is getting worse!"

Sister Oana watched as the rest of the nuns had left, eventually following Sister Victoria back to the east wing.

The Chapel was surprisingly quiet, despite the occasional thunder and lighting along with rain droplets on the windows and roof of the building. Desperate whispering could be heard at the altar of the church. There, at the foot of Christ's cross, was Sister Ruth, holding onto a bible and praying. Not even stopping for a breath, the woman never ceased. She simply continued to stare at the statue of Jesus Christ and recite her prayers. Her eyes watering and red as if tears had been flowing down her cheeks.

Her shaking was not due to the unusual coldness that lingered in the air. There was such a wicked feeling directly in the pit of her stomach. The only way she was able to even remotely rid of the sensation was through prayer. One that she never stopped reciting.

The storm had indeed gotten worse. It appeared as though the entire grounds of the abbey was victim to the deathly weather.

"Amen…" The woman suddenly realized that her words echoed even more inside the chapel. Hesitantly glancing back behind her, the rest of the nuns had gone. Did she simply lose track of time? How did she not notice her sisters exit the chapel? Or better yet, why hadn't anyone notified her?

The sky was darkening as was the light inside the room. Sister Ruth suddenly froze when she heard the sound of bones cracking. Slowly and very much distinct. Almost as if it had come from behind the cross…

The young nun snapped her head back ahead to see the head on the statue of Jesus had been broken. Like someone smashed it to pieces. Her breathes began to quicken and she scooted away from the cross, fearing the fact that she was now alone in the room. Another noise was heard, except this one sounded like scratching, coming from all areas of the chapel. That was when she heard the doors shutting behind her.

Sister Ruth's eyes widened, and she quickly stood up, running for the doors, "Wait!" she shouted in a heated panic. But she was too late. The doors were too quick, and she slammed her fists against the heavy wood. "Help! Please anyone!" She shouted. But no one came.

The feeling of bile was now very prominent in the back of her throat. At this moment, the windows of the church flung open, crashing so hard against the stone that it shattered the glass into pieces. Sister Ruth covered her face as the wind picked up inside. She squinted and tried to find another way out, but even in the side doors, they had been mysteriously locked. The only lantern that had been lit was now long but blown out.

"Help!" She cried, feeling tears fall down her cheeks, "Please sisters! Help me!"

After a few moments, the noise and wind suddenly came to a halt. As if time stood completely still. Sister Ruth now heard the sound of her own distressed breathing. Shaking, she slowly turned her head to see if the horror was over.

The young woman's blood ran cold at the sight of a grotesque looking nun standing just before the cross. She let out a desperate cry as the tears now took control. She clenched onto her bible and shut her eyes before seeing the creature make its way for her.

Ave María, gratia plena….Dominus tecum…" She began. Pleading for God to watch over and protect her. Benedicta tu in muliéribus….et benedictus fructus ventris tui…"

She could feel another presence inch its way closer to her until it was apparent that there was someone just centimeters away. Sister Ruth shook out of fear, but reluctantly opened her eyes. She stood paralyzed, her eyes now saucers, staring at what was in front of her.

They were like black pools of darkness, glaring at her. The cracked and deathly pale face of whatever was watching her with an unreadable expression gave an even more unearthly feel. The one thing that stood out the most was the bright yet lifeless golden eyes the creature had. It created such an intimidating feature that added to its already horrifying presence.

Sister Ruth was paralyzed, standing and taking one more breath before whispering, "Lesus
Sancta Maria…"

The creature sneered and quickly snatched the young nun's throat, emitting a small whimper from her lips. Dropping the bible, the nun grappled onto the strong arm of the creature, who raised her above it's head. Tears stung the woman's eyes as she stared at the evil nun. She could then feel the creature start to squeeze her neck even tighter, slowly increasing its strength with every passing second. To a point where the young woman's vision was now becoming blurred due to the lack of oxygen. The last thing she could see was the black and red smile of the creature as it continued to strangle the woman.

Sister Ruth's grasp had eventually loosened, her now relaxed body slightly going even more limp with more pressure the creature was giving. The smile didn't falter on it's face, the creature lowered its head and began opening its mouth.

Sssssssshhhhhhink!

The creature's smile faded as its eyes shifted down to see a crystal blade just beneath its chin. Turning its head to the side to see who was responsible for wielding such a weapon. Just behind him, stood a young woman, with long bright hair and even brighter blue eyes. She had white strips of cloth wrapped around her body as well as a rosary, she was barefoot. One of the most intriguing things about this woman was the large white wings she had attached to her body. Which seemed to shine in bright white light inside the chapel. She stood with a look of anger on her face, holding the long crystal scythe to the demon's throat.

"Release her." The woman ordered with a light feminine yet solid voice.

The demon allowed a sinister smile to appear back on its disgusting face. The woman then heard a loud…

CRACK

The young nun's eyes opened and froze as her neck was now in pieces. Now dropping the nun to the floor in a dead piled mess. The young woman's bright blue eye widened, her lips drawing a fine line as she gripped her weapon harder. The creature now turning slowly to face her, its amusement still plastered on that sickly face. The angel swung her scythe behind her and twisted to land the blade directly in the creature's chest.

Somehow the demon managed to catch the handle of the blade before it could strike and sharply pulled the angel towards them. She swiftly flipped around and jumped back, landing a few feet away, crouched on the ground.

The demon smiled and tilted its head as it held onto her weapon in its hand. The angel slowly rose from the ground, her eyes dangerous as she glowered at the demonic nun. It smiled even wider as it held her scythe until a powerful burning sensation surged through the demon's arm. It quickly dropped the scythe and watched as it disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared in the angel's hand.

She stared at the demon with indifference, "You are not leaving this place."

The demon's face soon curled down into a frown as it backed away into the darkness of the chapel. Eventually vanishing from sight. The angel snapped her fingers as the lanterns in the church lit up simultaneously. Her bright blue eyes shifting over to the young woman on the ground. Taking a few steps closer and furrowing her brows. Not saying a word. Her eyes then shifted back to the crumbled statue of Christ, instinctively gripping the scythe.

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