Tell me what I need to do to help you.”
I actually giggled. Black porn I could open a little parish, something modest, mind you.” Why was I crying? It’s a trick, you see. Her display was so pathetic it was endearing. I opened my eyes with a gasp, my heart sinking in my chest, my vision blurred with tears. “Good fucking Mother!” Lucilla cried, yanking on my leash as I bellowed and yipped at the escaping rodent, “Down girl, down!”
“Woof-woof.” I whined, and got back on my haunches. These things are made from experience, Angela; they don’t design their own realms.”“Ask your know-it-all daughter why there’s a spire if Guilt’s realm is beneath Corruption?”
“That’s… hmm.” Justina pondered after I relayed the message. Then Sister Julia parted with a pleasant smile on her face, and she wiped the sheen of spit she’d left on my lower lip, and sucked it off her finger. I set myself, and winced. My little Justina scorned religion, but personally, I loved it.
