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Chapter 19: Mass or Mass Murder?

Avery POV

This day was not going the way I had intended, I honestly thought Anderson was joking about us going to church. As I was ushered into the holy building I winced in fear, much to the amusement of the Scottish priest. It was known that any demon or unholy creature that walked into the house of the Lord would be tormented by the gargoyles; they would let out a piercing scream alerting the service that a demon was present and then they would spit Holy Fire onto the demon. Not how I wanted to go this morning I had to admit.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped over the threshold relieved to not be reduced to screaming beacon of agony. The smell of burnt incense and hypocrisy filled my nostrils and I heard a few members of the congregation chuckle at my little display; I glared over at them which hushed them as Heinkel shoved me down the aisle of the church into a seat I landed onto the wooden bench with a thump.

The church was a decent size; I mean it was still small compared to the Vatican which stood a few miles away. The interior was impressive; the artwork on the ceiling was breathtaking. Although I had always had a strange admiration for religious art, which considering my life as a demon was strange I will admit. Looking around the room, the marble walls and the golden ornaments seemed to sparkle. It was not as imposing as I remembered a church to be. My mother used to drag us to Mass each week, I was a good catholic once upon a time.

Anderson POV

Well Avery did not burst into flames. That was one positive part of this morning I had to admit; although the fact that an ex demon was sat in church with my two most trusted members of Iscariot was something I thought I would never see. The two Catholics seemed less than impressed with their roles as guards; they were used to better missions than this. None the less they took the role without much of a fuss.

As I walked into the back room to prepare myself for the Mass I couldn't help but look back over to the newly human woman. She sat nervously looking around the church like a child; she was blending into the rest of the humans quite well. Her outfit was modest thank the Lord; I was very concerned that she would have dressed in something to match her harlot background.

Her copper hair was pulled back slightly; a braid held the top part of her hair together and the lower part of her hair rested freely down her back. Her outfit was modest, a white summer dress with blue tulips across the fabric and a blue cardigan to cover her shoulders. If I had not seen the evil acts she had committed I would not have been averse to calling her beautiful. Sadly, under her modest exterior still lay the soul of a demon and a tormentor which I would not forget. Shaking my head I turned and walked into the back room to prepare for the service.

Avery POV

It had been about an hour into Mass. I had been told to stand up, sit down, sing and not sing…it was all quite confusing. I must admit even as a child I was often led by my mother in Mass. I remembered some of the prayers and songs – not that any such praise left my lips.

As I sat listening to Anderson harp on with his sermon I felt his eyes bearing into me from the altar. It was unnerving; I avoided looking directly at the front of the room out of fear that I may miraculously combust into flames and be sent straight to hell. I may have been in the church which was an accomplishment in itself but I was still around other dangerous objects such as Holy Water and crosses.

The fear of those items still gripped me; I didn't like the idea that I was a sitting duck in the middle of a church. I had no powers anymore but I was hardly saved. I could easily break the neck of the old woman in front of me, or slice the throat of one of the nuns but I decided against it. I was not a good person by any stretch and I was more than sure that if a drop of holy water fell onto my skin it would peel my skin off like acid. I was not planning on taking that chance, not today.

As I looked around at the congregation I chucked, all these pathetic humans stood praying to a useless God. Their prayers would not be answered, they could stand there and pretend to repent for their sins but as soon as they leave and go home they will sin again. It is human nature to be tempted by sin; true freedom comes from embracing the sin and realizing we are all sinful creatures. The moment humans stopped being afraid of their sin and embracing their true nature they would be happy. They will spend hours of their life guilty for acts that were already planned by their beloved all knowing God. They thought they had a free will, a gift from God? Free will was the biggest lie ever made by man. It was all lies and made no sense. I embraced my sins; I had done enough in my life. Did I enjoy it? Yes, every damn moment of it.

How can God have a plan for their lives yet give humanity free will? He placed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden and decided it would be wonderful idea to place the one tree which would curse the rest of humanity in that very garden and still God became enraged when they made a choice he did not like? That is logical thinking…

I was getting more agitated with my thoughts and began to shuffle in my seat causing Heinkel to jab me in the leg and hiss at me to stop moving. The stupid woman had been ordered to keep an eye on me whilst I was in church as Anderson was leading the service he would not be able to keep tabs on me. Apparently I was their new pet – I had the collar so it seemed like a good enough fit.

Shuffling in my seat I bring my gaze up to watch Father Anderson who was halfway through a tangent about the Lord. I rolled my eyes as he spoke of the wrath of God and how sinners would be cut down. He was passionate about it I would say that much ridiculous nonetheless but still passionate.

Taking a moment to catch his breath he turned his gaze to me, looking unimpressed by my expression he turned the page of his bible and began reciting another verse.

"Who among the gods is like you Lord? Who is like you— majestic in holiness, awesome in glory, working wonders? In your unfailing love you will lead the people you have redeemed. In your strength you will guide them to your holy dwelling." I felt anger rise in my stomach as he spoke words on God's love and redemption; was he mocking me? He had not taken his eyes from mine for the last minute as he spoke the words of redemption. Was he trying to get the message across to me that God loves me and I am supposed to be saved? What a load of crap! I was not going to sit here and listen to that.

Pushing myself up from the chair I tried to make my way out of the isle and up the church but I was stopped by a tight hand wrapped around my arm, the blonde woman dug her nails into my skin as she pulled me back down into the chair.

Heinkel POV

I was not best pleased that I had to be play babysitter to the heretic. She should have been shot as soon as they found her alive in London. There was no place for such poison in the church. I was trying my hardest to listen and pay attention to the sermon which was being taken by Father Anderson but the woman shuffling round next to me was distracting my focus.

Anderson kept looking over in our direction making sure the former demon wasn't making a scene. She had been relatively good so far but she was becoming more and more fidgety and it was driving me mad. Suddenly, I was shoved to the side as the redhead tried to push herself free from the seat and move down the aisle. I managed to grab hold of her arm and yank her back into her chair before

"Let me go! I am not going to sit here and listen to this!" She hissed in a low voice as she tried not to cause a scene. I squeezed tighter on her arm causing her to wince out and hiss at me.

"You will sit back down or I will put a bullet in you." I growled a subtly as I could. I could see that Anderson had caught site of the little quarrel which had begun in the middle of the church, rolling his eyes he pushed on with Mass.

"Really in the house of the Lord? Isn't that a sin papist?" Avery chuckled back as she pulled her arm free from me. "I am sure sending you to hell would not be a sin." I growled as I took out my gun and pressed it against her hip.

"Fuck you! I don't need to sit here and listen to him mock me with scripture!" She hissed, I had no idea what she was talking about. The sermon was the word of God it was not meant for anyone in particular yet it was meant for us all in turn. The word of God was mighty like that.

"It's the verse of the day. The word is talking to you, you should be happy about it" I snapped back at the redhead as she sat and sulked like a child. "I'm fucking ecstatic…you are all mad." She muttered as she looked away from me.

"Shut your whore mouth, I want to listen to the sermon." I snapped back at her as I turned to face the front once more.

"Jesus, you are a fucking bitch" She chuckled under her breath as played with her hair.

"Blasphemer!" I snapped pressing my gun against her side harder causing her to chuckle and begin to play with her hair; I could not believe that behind their scary exterior all demons were was torn human souls in new bodies.

"Heinkel just ignore her, she is enjoying taunting you. You should be praising God not bickering with the harlot." Yumiko snapped from next to me. She was the level headed one when she was not acting out as her dual personality.

"You are right" I sighed as I put my gun away causing the demon to make a quick exit from the church. Rolling my eyes I looked over to Father Anderson who was shaking his head as he watched the redhead leave.

"Can I shoot her now?"

Walter POV

The cool night air hit my face as I leaned against the open window of the manor. The sound of the local wildlife calmed my slightly, even with my new advanced senses it was a nice sound. I had to get used to my new abilities I was slowly working my way into my vampiric life. I had gained a new sense of understanding a respect for the demons which I had worked with. They had managed to act as human as they possibly could, whilst controlling their bloodlust every day.

That was difficult for me, I was hungry all of the time. I could hear the blood rushing through the veins of the members of staff I worked with, I had to make myself busy as not to rip out the throats of my work colleagues. Even my Master Sir Integra, her blood would call out to me each time I answered her calls. How did Alucard and Seras do it for so long?

As I looked out into the forest surrounded the new manor I sighed and light up a cigarette. I felt a strange air blow past my body as I turned around I saw Odette walking up the corridor with a half smile on her face. As she walked over to me she pulled out the cigarette from my mouth and tossed it into the bin with a quick motion. I chuckled as she turned back to me and placed a long kiss on my lips.

"Walter, you know I hate when you smoke." She sighed as she pulled back from the kiss and leaned into my chest.

"Will you never let me finish at least one darling?" I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my chest and placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Not while I am around old man." She said with a giggle as she nuzzled into me. She was warm, she smelled so sweet I felt tightness in my chest as I looked down at the woman in my arms; she looked up at me and smiled sadly, tears forming in her eyes.

"I miss you…." I whisper to her as a single tear slides down her face, she was starting to fade again. I knew she was not there but imagining she was made everything hurt less.

"I know you do…I'm sorry." She sighed as she placed a kiss on my lips and stepped back a little, her outline now hitting the moonlight, I could clearly see she was just a figment of my imagination. It broke my heart every time…

"You aren't really dead are you….please tell me you're alive Odette…please…" I begin to stutter as I watch the woman fade slowly.

"Don't be like that Walter. You are stronger than that." She chuckled as she moved to wipe away my tear, her hand passed through me and I could no longer feel her touch, she was a shadow just a white outline of her woman who was just in my arms.

"Come back please…" I tried to pull the shadow back into my arms but I went right through her, she looked up at me sadly as she moved towards me. "I love you Odette…" I let out light sob as I the figure of the woman disappeared completely form my arms. Her voice echoed in my mind as I looked out onto the forest in front of me.

I felt a strange hand on my shoulder shaking me as I snapped my eyes open and remembered I was still asleep on the jet. I sighed to myself as I shuffled in my chair and got used to my surroundings.

Just a dream Walter…

Captain POV

The mission had gone as smoothly as we would have imagines, working alongside Hellsing was a new experience for myself and Schrodinger but it was a lot nicer than working for Millennium. They had us as disposable tools for so long we began to forget who we really were. For the first time in fifty years we were free to serve who we desired. Hellsing would be that Master for now.

On our mission we had encountered a group of rogue vampires; they had created a small coven in a small town in Portugal. Strange as vampires do not normally stick around in warmer climates, they were natural vampires not a genetic mutation like the Hellsing butler. He was a strange creature, not totally demonic yet no longer a human. He did not have to sleep in a coffin but he could still not tolerate sunlight or human food. An enigma of a creature he was now.

Looking over at the sleeping man, he seemed disturbed. He was whimpering and shuffling around in his seat. He seemed very distressed – I thought the best option here would be to wake the sleeping demon. Moving forward I shook his shoulder roughly as his eyes snapped open I moved back and returned to my seat.

There was silence in the cabin as the plane landed at the airport; it was the dead of night as we made our way out of the aircraft and into the car which the butler put into gear and sped down the motorway in the direction of the Hellsing Country Manor.

"Let's make a move Sir Integra will want to see this…" He spoke as I looked over the package that was holding in my hands.

Yes, Sir Integra really will…

3POV

The sun in Rome was warm, not something a demon was used to seeing. Furys could go out in the sun but demons did not get the pleasure of feeling the warmth of the sun or the feeling of rain or wind. It was all the same for a demon; their senses were so high that the little things were blurred out. It had been centuries since Avery felt the sun on her skin.

The redhead lay on the grass outside the church, she felt it best to stay close to the church as she was sure to get lost of she tried to make her way back to the orphanage on her own. Apparently human directions were not her thing, as a demon it was easy you could smell the scent of where you needed to be. You were equipped with your own GPS system; now as a human Avery found herself getting lost more and more. She was becoming clumsy, falling over her feet and tripping on small things like stones on a street or slightly damp floors. Much to the amusement of the people around her, she was mortified by her new humanity, as much as she thought she had longed for a second chance at humanity being the Vatican's new pet was not how she thought she would be spending her time. Looking back, she realized how good she had it as a demon compared to the messed up human she was now.

Stretching out her arms she lay with her eyes closed taking in the sunrays, she was relaxed falling in and out of a light sleep. She smiled as a light breeze hit her face; she was much more relaxed out on the grass than stuck in that little church. Letting out a deep sigh she fell back to sleep once more.

Anderson POV

Mass had gone as well as I assumed it would, the demon had lasted half of it which was better than I expected. I thought she would have made a run for it after the opening hymn. Not that I saw her singing at all, she just stood looking around at the others who were praising the Lord. I had caught her eyes a few times; I could tell she was less than amused each time.

Once the service had come to an end I finished up my duties and made my way outside to try and find the redhead. She would not be far; he collar only allows her to go so far so I was not too concerned. Was it cruel to have her collared like an animal? In any other circumstances yes but I was not willing to take a chance with her. She was a danger; she was a monster and could not be trusted.

As I made my way down from the church to the neighbouring park I could feel the sun on my skin. It was a lovely place to live that was certain, a lot better than Britain. Even as a child growing up in Scotland I could remember the weather, constant rain and grey skies; even with my complexion I was not a fan. That was probably the reason why so many undead monsters found their way to that country.

Speaking of undead monsters, as I entered the park my eyes fell on a strange sight. Odette Avery lay in the grass under a tree. Was she sunbathing? Did demons sunbathe? I approached the woman slowly as I took in the image as I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

She had kicked off her blue shoes and was lying on her back, her dress spread out around her in the grass, her ginger hair spread across the grass as she lay with her eyes closed. She looked peaceful, she was snoring lightly. Mass was over, we were in no rush to get anywhere yet, I could afford to let the woman rest for a while. I made my way over to a nearby bench and sat myself down and took out my bible and began to read.

Now in the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom.

Avery POV

The sun felt so nice, it had been so long since I felt any warmth on my skin. It was small things like feeling the sun and the wind which made my transition into humanity a little easier. I felt the sun hitting my face as I rested in the grass. I had been there about an hour, I was silently waiting for someone to come and collect me and shout at me about my behaviour but no one had turned up yet. Was a free? Could I make a run for it?

I opened my eyes and looked around slightly, there was no one I recognized in front of me, as I pushed myself up onto my elbows I crooked my neck to look behind me. I raised an eyebrow as I noticed Father Anderson was sat just behind me reading his Bible. Did that man ever not have a bible with him? I watched him read for a little bit before he looked up from the book; he blinked a few times before putting the book away, standing up and making his way over to me.

With a loud groan I lowered myself back onto the ground and shut my eyes. Why did I have to tempt fate, it was lovely and peaceful and now that was going to go to shit in less than five minutes. Inhaling the smell of the grass I opened my eyes to look up at the Priest who stood by my head looking down at me.

Anderson POV

As I made my way over to the redhead she had returned to her position on the grass. Eyes closed, mouth shut. I stood next to her and tilted my head to look down at the woman who was ignoring me.

"If you are trying to get a look down my top you will need to move to the left a little Father." Avery commented dryly without opening her eyes. I blushed slightly and huffed as I stepped back from the adulteress. I was a man of God I would not be so brazen to look down a woman's top!

Avery chuckled to herself and rolled onto her stomach and looked up at me. "How long were you sat there for?" She asked as she pushed herself up onto her elbows pressing her cleavage together slightly. I took a hard gulp and mentally struck myself for my wandering eyes.

"A while, you seemed to be enjoying your nap if your snoring is any indication." I replied sarcastically as the woman opened her mouth in protest. She blushed slightly as she argued that she did not snore. "You snore Lass." I chuckled as the redhead turned a deeper shade of red.

"Maybe if you didn't watch my sleep you wouldn't know that." She snapped back suddenly causing me to gasp a little in protest and readjust my glasses.

"I was not…I was not watching you sleep!" I snap back as I look down at the woman. She had pushed herself up onto her hip and cocked an eyebrow at me. She was being smug, the little harlot was trying to play with me again and I would not allow it.

"Calm down Father, you may burst a blood vessel." She laughed as she looked away from me and watched a group of birds that were eating bread from the floor behind me.

"They like toast…" I commented sarcastically causing the woman below me to snort and roll back onto her back.

"You are hilarious really." She commented dryly as she closed her eyes once more. I would have hoped that she would have taken my being here as an indication of us needed to make a move but apparently I was being too subtle. I crouched down and placed myself next to her on the grass much to her disapproval.

"Well you managed half of Mass which is better than I thought you would fare." I began as I thought the conversation needed to move on from sly jabs. Apparently this was not something she was going to go along with. "You know the children at the orphanage behave better than you do." I said as she opened her eyes and glared at me. Her blue eyes were nowhere near as intimidating as her demonic eyes, actually saying that none of her human appearance was intimidating it was very strange.

"You can brainwash children at an early age that is hardly an accomplishment priest." Avery commented back dryly as she closed her eyes again. She was not into this conversation, I could tell.

"Do you ever not have a comeback woman?" I snap back at her as I run my hands through the grass, it was a little damp from the sprinklers. I looked over at Avery her white dress was now lightly soiled with green stains; I shook my head as I thought about the children in the orphanage. I would often scold them for getting dirty rolling around in the grass. It seems like this woman was no different even after centuries of being on this earth.

"Not as of yet, I will be sure to let you know when the little demons in my mind go on strike" Avery commented back at me with a chuckle. She joked about demons so lightly; it did concern me considering she had seen what demon could do. It was nothing to joke about.

"I could just exorcise you if you wanted." I replied, I had done exorcisms before, it was not my speciality the Bishop was a lot better at it than I was but none the less I could try and remove the residual demons from this woman. I could at least try – even if we would be there for hours.

Avery POV

He wants to exorcise me? Oh dear…what did he think that reciting a few words in Latin was going to make me break my own spine and spin my neck round a few times and then magically turn me into some lovely human woman with no sins whatsoever. Not going to happen.

I chuckled to myself as I opened my eyes. It was time to play with the priest a little bit. I need my daily hit. Opening my eyes I notice he has now crouched down near to me. I smirk to myself as I roll over onto my front and push up onto my knees. I crawled on my knees over to the side of the blond priest who inhaled deeply and looked away quickly. Kneeling in front of the priest who stared at me with a look of confusion, anger and something else I could not pinpoint. I noticed he was starting to sweat a little bit, was that the fault of the heat or the fact he had a former demon woman kneeling in front of him.

"Is that a euphemism Father? If you want to make me scream you will need to do something better than that." I purred as I looked up at the holy man. His face had turned red as he opened and shut his mouth trying to come up with some words to shout back at me but all that seemed to come out were strange sounds.

"Harlot!" He managed to bark out as he fell back onto the grass.

"Eunuch" I snap back at him as he tried to stand up, I was not going to allow that. There were many people in this park, some had turned to look in our direction – I suppose it was not proper for a priest to be caught in such positions with a woman like me.

"If I wasn't under direct orders from the Bishop I would have strangled the life out of you by now!" he barked at me as I crawled over to the Scottish priest. He sat wide eyed as I pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap.

"Oh, don't say that Eunuch you will turn me on." I purred into his ear as I pinned his hand to my hips. For a man who I had seen be so agile in battle he really wasn't reacting in a way I would expect him to. Maybe his fight or flight instincts were a little off. I would have expected him to at least try to fight me off, was he too shocked to try or was he trying to play the good Father role in front of the people in the park.

"Harlot!" He hissed up at me as he tried to push me off of him, he pushed his hips up trying to make me fall off of him causing me to giggle down at the priest who was red with rage. I raised an eyebrow at him as I felt something hard and warm pressing against the fabric of my tights. I threw my head back and let out a long laugh which turned a few heads in shock.

"Pushing your hips into my is not going to end in the way you're hoping Father check yourself." I chuckled as I began to press down onto him causing him to snap his head away and let out a small groan as he tried to move me off of him.

"Get off of me you dirty harlot!" He barked as I giggled as I wiggled on top of him more causing him to get harder. He turned a dark shade of red as he realized what he was feeling under my dress. His eyes widened in shock as he growled and pushed me onto my back and pinned me to the grass by my throat.

"Woman you are the most testing creature I have ever come across!" He hissed at me as he pressed down on my throat causing me to gasp for air. I could not lie, I was finding this quite erotic, I giggled under his grip.

"You haven't cum across me though, you made a vow. You can't cum at all it's a sin." I laughed back at him as a fire passed behind his eyes as he pulled out a knife from his sleeve and pressed it against my throat. He was mad, no not mad. He was furious, I could see it in his eyes he wanted to kill me but his body betrayed him as I could feel his hardness pressing against me.

"My anger will be aroused, and I will kill you with the sword." He began to growl as he slid his blade across my chest, causing me to wince a little as the blood began to slide down my chest into my cleavage.

"Go ahead and try Priest!"

Anderson POV

This fucking woman, she was driving me to madness. If the Lord was testing me he was doing it well. She was not of God, there was no way a woman that testing could be of God. She had to be a daughter of Satan. A fucking whore and an unholy harlot! I was trying my hardest to be a gentleman but she was testing me beyond my limits. I felt my body betray me when she had sat on my lap, I am a holy man; the Lord is my Master and I shall not give into sinful desires no matter how much my body sins against me. The shame I felt was growing inside me, I could feel myself getting more and more excited the longer she spent on top of me; I could feel the warmth of her sex through my trousers. She trying to drive me to sinful thoughts and I could not allow it.

Keep thyself from the evil woman from the smooth tongue of the adulteress. Do not desire her beauty in your heart, nor let her capture you with her eyelids.

Something about her just made my blood boil; I could not bare to be around her any longer. Why did God put her in my path? She should have died on the streets as the other demons did! Why did I spare her and bring her back? I was a fool, and now Satan was laughing in my face.

Lead me not into temptation, deliver me from evil.

3POV

The priest and the harlot had made quite a scene in the local park; a few concerned onlookers had gone into the church and tried to get someone's attention. Upon hearing the description of the events which were unfolding outside the Bishop Thomas decided it was something he wanted to see personally.

As he made his way down to the park he could hear the two exchanging insults; the scene which he was greeted by was not entirely what he was expecting. Alexander Anderson had pinned the redheaded woman to the grass and he had managed to push her dress up and place himself between her legs. The Bishop assumed that the dress would have been pushed up during a brawl not for sexual purposes, Anderson had sliced a small portion of skin on the redhead's chest and she was bleeding.

The Bishop chuckled to himself as he watched his protégée bark scripture at the woman who was giggling like school girl. She had been taunting him it was obvious, there was no way Anderson would have behaved in such a disgraceful way in public he was a seasoned priest he knew his duty and he knew how the villagers looked up to him.

His reputation would be ruined if he allowed himself to continue with this public display. The Bishop made his way over to the two as they wrestled for the blade, this needed to end now.

"The Lord is slow toangerabounding in love and forgiving of sin and rebellion."The Bishop spoke up causing the Scottish priest to jump and push himself off of the younger woman. "Bishop Thomas, this isn't what it looks like!" Anderson exclaimed as he jumped to his feed and brushed himself off his face turning red as he tried to cover his obvious erection. He pulled his jacket around himself and turned to face his superior.

Avery pulled her dress back down to cover her thighs and readjusted her top half and stood up from the floor. Looking down at her dress she laughed slightly as she noticed the state that her once white dress was in, the top half now had blood stains on the chest, the back and bottom of the dress was stained green from wrestling in the damp grass. Looking over at Anderson she frowned- there was not a hair out of place; he was just sweaty his jacket and trousers were both black so there were no markings to speak of.

"Miss Avery it is good to see you are out of the hospital. I can see you are feeling better." The Bishop broke the silence as he smiled over to the redhead who had dusted herself off as best as she could and had removed her cardigan and began to mop up the blood from her chest.

"Yes, I am feeling better. Your priest here wants to kill me so I may be heading back to the hospital shortly" She commented sarcastically as she wiped the blood from her chest. Anderson had calmed down slightly now and looked over at the woman, he did not regret his actions, not one bit but none the less he felt guilty about his public display. He could have handled the situation better and he knew he was going to be reprimanded by his superiors as soon as he was caught alone.

The Bishop smiled at the young woman and then looked over at the priest."Well, Father Anderson has orders not to kill you for now. You are to begin work at the orphanage from tomorrow. Has he mentioned this to you?" He continued as Anderson mentally kicked himself.

"No, we don't tend to have long conversations Bishop." Avery remarked as she chuckled, moving her arms up and down her sides to indicate the irony of her last comment.

"Well you will be working for the orphanage for the time being. Anderson will take you there now and show you where you need to be. Do you understand?" The Bishop spoke as he addressed the pair.

"Yes." Avery answered as she continued to clean herself off. She had not looked up to notice the Bishop was in fact talking to his old student.

"I was talking to Father Anderson my dear" Avery snorted at his comment as she crooked her neck to look over at a flustered Anderson. He was chewing down on his bottom lip in frustration; "Oh I see….well…Father Anderson do you understand?" She repeated to the blond priest. Who shot her daggers and then turned to the Bishop and nodded.

"Yes, I understand Bishop"

"Very good. I must be off now. God Bless you children." Bishop Thomas chuckled as he waved and returned to the church leaving the two rebels to stand in silence. Anderson stood in a silent anger as he made a mental note of everything that had just happened. Avery stood giggling to herself much to the formers annoyance.

Avery just grinned widely and walked past Anderson flicking him on the nose as she passed him. In a quick movement he took hold of her wrist and squeezed causing her to giggle more, he was so angry he wanted to run her through with his blade right there and then but he was under orders. "I loathe you, you she-devil!" He growled down to the redhead who just kept giggling

."I'm deeply shocked and hurt by your words Father." She purred as she pulled her arm away from him."Do you really want an ex demon taking care of children?" Avery asked as she looked over at a group of children who were playing in the park.

"If it was up to me you would not be anywhere near the children but it is the Bishop's orders so it goes above me. Come now we must head back." Anderson spoke coldly as he motioned for the woman to move along.

God, give me strength!

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