She dreamt of paradise.

And paradise he gave to her.

Lavished in passion and lust, both of them swore would never fade.

"Are you sure there's nothing else you would like to confess?"

They were so consumed, or was it she who succumbed to the madness that she had forgotten reality.

Covered in black, she stared back at the intricately designed wooden partition between her and the holy.

" Nothing"

She waited for him, as he had instructed. Promised to lift her off the life she had wished to forget.

She waited.

He laughed.

The priest, already aware of the sins the woman behind the partition bore, feared to let her walk out unscathed.

"My child, it is not I who judges the sinners. But the one we cannot see. As is the one who died for our sins."

The woman, tugging the blade deeper, insisted otherwise.

"You have forgotten, father. There is but one who sees. The bearer of the true pain. The unwilling devout. The...