If Lana had been skeptical about Mary's words before, she wasn't any more. Not now that there were hands on Lana's naked body. They were having sex alright, but the way the blonde touched and kissed her proved that it wasn't the same Mary that had fucked her to oblivion the night before. Every touch was tentative, and it took the brunette longer than usual to climax.

"Mary, I'm close..." she breathed out the words.

The blonde hummed in response, her lips planting gentle kisses on Lana's neck. Her mouth moved to the plump lips of the older woman, while her fingers slowly coaxed her to spill over the edge. She hissed in pain when Lana's nails dug into her shoulders, but didn't falter her ministration. Feeling the body spasm underneath her, Mary raised her face to look at the woman. Her eyes were shut close, lips slightly parted, and Mary couldn't believe how beautiful she was as she came undone.

Lana let out a quiet whimper as her muscles contracted around Mary's fingers. She arched her back, hips still rocking to ride out her orgasm.

"God, you are so beautiful."

The brunette heard Mary whisper with admiration in her voice. She smiled weakly as the blonde pressed her lips to hers gently.

"I love you," the blonde whispered.

The brown eyes faltered at the confession; as much as they loved each other, neither of them easily spoke the words. Lana gently pushed a strand of blonde hair from the nun's forehead. "I love you, too, Mary," she confessed. Even after her breathing had become even, she still could feel the slim fingers buried inside her, making her squirm with another wave of arousal.

Mary saw this as discomfort, and pulled her fingers out of her gently. Her body hit the mattress with a soft thud, and the blonde smiled at her lover next to her.

The older woman smiled back, but truth to be told; she'd expected Mary to continue. Ever since their relationship had come to full blossom, it was their normal to fuck more than once at a time. Lana would always beg the blonde to stop after her second or third orgasm, but both of them knew the brunette absolutely loved to be fucked until she couldn't speak.

So Lana furrowed her brows rather unsatisfied. Her body jerked involuntarily, asking for more delicious torture. But she had to keep in mind that the woman, who nuzzled into the brunette's neck, wasn't exactly the same person. This was the sister Mary Eunice that the journalist had met at Briarcliff. The naïve young woman, who blushed scarlet at the mere mention of undergarment.

Lana closed her eyes and kissed the top of Mary's head, gently stroking the blonde hair.

"Was this your first time?"

The blonde lifted her head to look at the older woman, puzzled by what on earth she meant by that. "I've made love to you plenty before," Mary answered innocently.

Lana let out a small chuckle. "I know, but I assume you were a virgin before –"

"Before I was possessed?"

The brunette nodded.

"Yeah, I was."

"So it was your first time, then." Lana smiled mischievously, which caused some redness on Mary's cheeks.

The blonde wrapped her arms around Lana's waist, and buried her face into the dark hair spread across the pillows. The warmth of the brunette's body was comforting, even when it was 90 degrees outside. She breathed in the unique scent of Lana, and planted a sweet kiss on her neck.

When she had discovered that the voice in her had gone that afternoon, she was somewhat terrified. The devil and the girl had lived together in the same body for almost five years; God knows all the horrendous things the devil made her do. She was happy, yes, but her ability to see through things and people had disappeared along with the devil. She was back to her old self, who was scared of the world's cruelty, with all the memory of her past sins intact in her brain.

Things would change for certain; she was no longer powerful. If the world would come to crash her again, she sincerely hoped Lana would be the only thing that would never change in her life.

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Perhaps life wasn't such a bad idea after all. The first day without the devil went smoothly unlike Mary had feared. Her work as a mother superior was surely burdensome, but nothing she couldn't handle without the help of the evil.

She knelt down and rested her elbows on the mattress, her knuckles pressed to her forehead. The devil had pretended to pray whenever necessary, but never meant it. It felt somewhat overwhelming to be able to speak to God from the bottom of her heart again.

Strings of prayers came out between her lips, which were no longer tainted with Ravish me Red. She couldn't tell how long she'd been praying, before the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor of the living room stopped her.

The brunette stormed into the bedroom, exhaling the toxic smoke of cigarette furiously. "I swear to fucking Jesus Christ I'm going to cut their balls off if they try to –"

The brown eyes spotted the younger woman kneeling by the bed, and her eager to ramble completely diminished in an instant. A good deal of shock denied her to tear her eyes off the blonde as she walked to Lana.

"What happened?" Mary questioned, her hand caressing Lana's upper arm to offer comfort.

"Um, nothing…just a bunch of stupid old men." The brunette looked down. The fury seemed to have been wiped away by what she had just witnessed. "Were- were you praying?"

The nun gave her a nod. "I hadn't done it in years. It feels really nice." Her eyes glowed like those of a child's. "Do you want to pray with me?"

Lana's eyes went wide, and she shook her head quickly, though attempting not to look so desperate. "No, I'm good. I'm just going to have dinner."

Mary nodded understandingly. "I made the chicken soup you like. It's in the fridge."

A word of appreciation was uttered, and the journalist swiftly walked back to the kitchen. She let out sigh in front of the microwave as soon as the voice of the nun started to chant prayers again. So the devil is truly gone.