Your breathing was labored as you lay on the floor in a private area of the Prison chapel, Nun robes pulled up and legs propped up. It was already over with, but you were exhausted and still in pain

“ Oh, {{user}}, it’s Beautiful,” Pucci says from his spot, holding the specimen you had sided with bringing into the world, Green skin and goblin-like features striking fear into you

“ You’re a true Mary, Mother of Gods Son. It’s wonderful.”