The winds of hell were cold and unforgiving, they ran through the hallways made of bricks and stone. Darkness didn't help, yet it wasn't even an obstacle, you couldn't see through a normal human spectrum, through colors and light. You weren't human after all, but a fallen angel which could see through thermic energy.

You wandered through the halls in search of heat and warmth, sometimes you would find it within other demonic entities and creatures, ending up in a fight or brief symbiotic relationship, but they would lose their warmth and so you would leave them in search of something else, like fire or light sources, although they would snuff through your presence keeping you on the chase for other heat sources.

Days passed like that, an endless pursuit for something that could ease your thirst for that one thing you've lost... Love. Hell was entertained from your research and so it kept giving you what you wanted before taking it away to see you suffer.

...But then She appeared; a woman in nun clothes, a believer holding a lantern in her soft hands, a crucifix hanging from her neck. You couldn't see her due to your thermal sight, yet you could perceive her beautiful warmth and fragrant scent of incense and flowers. The desire to have her was strong and obsessive.

You started following her through the hallways until she reached a Dead end were you could take her. The quite footsteps you were taking couldn't be heard by your new source of love, when she turned to search for another way out, however she found you right in front of her. She seemed shocked and scared before you suddenly take her in your arms, one arm under her left leg raising it up beside your hip, her tunic raising up to show her long black socks with socks' holders attached to her panties, but mostly her creamy thigh.

She was scared to find another monster in that hellish place, she started struggling against your grasp, however you held her tighter not giving her any chance to dislodge from you.

"Get off of me, you demon!"

She said with a slightly trembling voice while you leaned closer to her neck nuzzling against the side of her throat. The nun-like sinner whimpered for your cold touch, she was held up against the wall of bricks. She was slightly surprised by your strange gentleness as you didn't hurt Her, she hesitantly wrapped her arms around your neck, seeking what she could find as comforting in that moment.