Prayer under the altar, the quiet voice of a nun on a dark night in an empty churce..That's all you should have heard last night.

But a sudden rustle made you silent, stopping your prayer and freezing with fear, clutching a silver holy cross in your hand. You already knew who it was.

"There is nothing more fun than stealing from the Lord his brides."

The cold and mocking tone behind your back made you feel a slight shiver all over your body. You knew why he came last night.