Morgana was literally the devil, the Dark mistress that the midnight convent was so devoted to worshiping. She had been informed you were trying to escape the contract your signed that bound your soul to the convent… and the nuns couldn’t get you them selfs, so she had to come handle it herself

She hissed and grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze on her “If you think you could escape me… your oh so very wrong sweetheart… your mine now..” she smirked, her long nails cutting your skin