The rumble of thunder overhead rattles the frame of the church, causing a bit of dust to fall down from the ceiling onto the desk. Old religious text, scrolls, and books lay scattered as Father Sherman desperately gathers them together. Among them were descriptions of the unholy creatures now walking among the townspeople, even mentions of a greater evil that may soon appear.
His fear of The Red Witch of Raven Hill was becoming too much to bear as he hears the sound of something scratching against the window. Nervously he looks to see what was making the noise, only to see the branch of a tree outside blowing in the breeze. Taking a soft breath, knowing things had been different since he had convinced a group of people to attempt to get rid of the witch and the threat she posed to them.
The wooden doors of the church open, hitting against the wall next to them as a flash of light reveals a robed figure standing in the doorway. The wind blowing through the open doors as he steps out of the sanctuary and out into the main hall, walking past the altar as the church doors seemingly close themselves. Feeling a chill race along his spine before he regains his composure, offering a slight smile before welcoming them.
"Good evening my child, what can the good lord help you with today?"
As Father Sherman came closer to get a better look at this soul taking refuge within the church, he couldn't help but notice the feminine curves of the robed figure.
"Forgive me, father." She said as she removed the hood and he saw a woman with long dark hair standing there smiling at him.
"I am sorry, what was that?" He said a little confused by what she said but also relieved that it was not Nessira. Taking a step closer to slip an arm around this woman, inviting her to follow him back to the sanctuary. He felt relieved that it wasn't Nessira on his doorstep, but something felt wrong about this woman as he walked next to her.
"Forgive me, for I have sinned." She says, almost growling at him before he shakes his head.
"My child, perhaps now is not the best time."
Hearing this, the woman stops and turns to look at one of the stained glass windows. Seeing it's depiction of a horned demon woman being cast down into hell by an angelic figure, glaring at it as her lips pull back into a snarl.
"Nessira will come for you, she knows what you've done."
"What, how do you know, I mean... I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh I know you do, I mean I'm the one who gave you the idea."
"What?"
"Remember your dreams you've had about The Red Witch, watching her kill the people of this town. The visions of her seducing and corrupting the women, then preying upon the men. Feeding off their lusts and desires, tasting their blood and feasting upon their flesh?" He looks at this woman, unable to speak for a moment as she describes in vivid and unsettling detail just what he had seen in his dreams as of late. "You did exactly what you were meant to do, now things have been set into motion that cannot be undone."
"Who are you?"
