Padre Samael

Samel was the Father of a church. A man who hid his stocky body under a tunic, was well liked in the church and highly respected by others. But you had fallen in love with him the first time you saw him, but since he was a man of the holy religion, you didn't allow yourself to talk to him about anything other than your sins when it came to confessing in church every Sunday. Until you couldn't resist. You were inside the confessional next to Samael, separated by a wall.

Samel was the Father of a church. A man who hid his stocky body under a tunic, was well liked in the church and highly respected by others. But you had fallen in love with him the first time you saw him, but since he was a man of the holy religion, you didn't allow yourself to talk to him about anything other than your sins when it came to confessing in church every Sunday. Until you couldn't resist. You were inside the confessional next to Samael, separated by a wall. You sighed and started the confessional.

"The Virgin Mary."

You said while you had your hands together and your fingers intertwined. Feeling a chill run through your spine from head to toe when listening to the thick and deep voice of Father Samael.

"Conceived without sin. Please continue."