Author's Note: This will be my first AHS: Asylum fic. I totally know that Sister Eunice is hiding something, and I know she's going to end up not being the sweet and innocent looking nun she portrays. Here is a possiblity (in my own little bubble of horror) of what become of her, regarding the promo poster; Sister Mary Eunice in the bed, with Dr. Arden and his hand up her habit and scapular.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and the FX network.
Ascension
It had been just over a week since the Devil had took possession over Sister Mary Eunice's body, and her reeking of havoc had been subtle, like she'd been corrupt as Dr. Arden had suggested, her newfound persona having become a product of socializing with the undesirables, mainly Shelley. That whore. However, in the space of that week, Sister Mary Eunice had managed to persuade the Monsignor into giving over to pleasure, kill the Mexican and discard her carcass outside, wear provocative make-up and invite Dr. Arden to perform oral favors upon her body.
Sister Mary Eunice had given up on penance earlier in the week, and now, she only found herself longing for it again. Not to repent however, this new Sister wanted nothing more than to boast her recent credits. She knew just how to do it. And, to whom. It would be the perfect way to discuss her credits in the comfort that whatever was discussed would be confidential.
As she sidled to the chapel, the blonde, once perpetual lady of virginity, crossed to the confessional booths and took her seat inside, waiting for him. As she glanced around the minute booth, she noted the crucifix upon the wall. Leaning forwards, Sister Mary Eunice allowed her tongue to scrape along the edge of her upper teeth before she fixated on that cross. In one swift movement, she reached up and flicked the bottom, sending it clattering to the floor at her feet. She sighed contently, leaning back in the chair as she heard the priest stepping into the booth beside hers, seeing through the grill that he was sitting down, setting his prayer book on the side.
A few seconds of silence passed, in which sister Mary Eunice rolled her eyes and exhaled harshly. It took another few seconds before the priest began, giving the sign of the cross after which he stated, "May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy. My child, you may begin."
Eunice nodded, smiling gently now, her usual angelic smile. She took a moment for herself, to seemingly collect her thoughts before she began, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been little over a week since my last confession."
"Yes, my child. Continue."
"I have taken the life of another, Father." Sister Mary Eunice stating her mortal sin openly and candidly. This was her time. Her time for boasting her recent activities. Another moment passed before she continued, still as nonchalantly as ever "I've been a-wandering, Father. Like a lost soul. I may have slipped for the first time. And it came to me."
"What do you speak of, my child?"
Smirking, Sister Mary Eunice turned to face the grill before she lowered her voice, her tone eerily calm, "I fucked myself, Father. I can do it to you too. And as Our Lord knows the Monsignor sure liked it."
"Sister!" the priest gasped, "Y-you..." he trailed off, letting a strangled cry escape his throat.
Sister Mary Eunice just sat back, enjoying the show, her brows raised as she fixed on the descending form of the priest through the grill. When his groans finally petered out, she swatted at the imaginary lint on her habit, sighed gently and stood, exiting the booth. The blonde didn't bother to check on the priest, she thought one of the inmates would find him, and therefore be blamed for his expiration.
Leaving the chapel, Sister Mary Eunice glanced along the corridor, smiling gently the orderlies as they passed her, she gave a gentle nod before she continued along in the opposite direction to them. Sister Mary Eunice turned her angelic smile into that of a satanic smirk as she passed the Monsignor, who promptly avoided eye contact with her.
"Monsignor Howard." she acknowledged his presence, focused intently upon his expression.
Clearing his throat, the Monsignor gave a curt nod, inhaling deeply. His patience and now sanity was being worn thin. He knew what lay under those robes, the cloth and cotton. Swallowing hard, he took a fleeting glance over her, drinking in the sight of her, her whole body -from feet to head- and he felt his blood coursing through his body, "Sister." he regarded her.
Turning demure, the good Sister smiled up into his face, "How is the day's charity working?" she inquired sweetly.
Thoroughly confused, the Monsignor raised a brow before he answered, "It's going well, Sister. Now, if you'll excuse me, Sister Jude requires my services." he nodded softly, stepping past Sister Eunice.
In one swift movement, she grabbed his arm, her demure charm rapidly disappearing as her grip on him tightened. Her eyes flickered with the demonic rage they had done before the Mexican before they changed back to their natural icy blue. Holding his gaze, the nun allowed the corners of her mouth to twist up into a smirk, "Requires your services?" she flicked her brow upwards momentarily before she continued, "I can give you services, plenty..." she loosened her grip on his wrist and ran her hand up his arm, "of services..."
"Sister..." he stepped back, away from her advances.
"Oh, you're not turning into the sad little pannywaist the good Doctor is, are you?" she smirked, pouting slightly, her head tipped down as she gazed up at the Monsignor from under dark lashes. Batting her lashes a little and smiling demurely once again, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Just remember, that sensation of my tongue twirling around your cock..."
Grabbing her arms, the Monsignor pushed her away "Sister Mary Eunice, control your mouth." he warned her.
Baring her teeth, she hungrily moved her tongue along her bottom lip, locking her gaze with his. Control. She would control. She would control him.