“Are...are you alright Sister Martha?”

Sister Martha forced a serious face which, somehow, appeared like someone who was constipated. Her red face returning to normal, she said, “Yes, I am alright. Let’s continue showing you around.”

As she showed Azel around she appeared to be distracted and Azel who was reading her mind was shocked to see that he didn’t need to feed her images, they were replaying themselves in her mind like a broken record.

Nonetheless, Azel went out of his way to feed her more images, overloading Sister Martha’s mind making her incapable of thinking straight.

Finally, Sister Martha had enough and thought about retreating somewhere to pray and purify her mind of these outrageous thoughts.

“You should know everything you need to know now. I must go.” She said as she basically ran towards her quarters.

On her way there, she met her counterparts who saluted her and even got close to strike a conversation with her, but all were ignored as she ran past them. It left the other Nuns feeling confused and not knowing how to react. Sister Martha was known to be cheerful and attentional person.

When she arrived in her quarters, she closed the door behind her and then got down on her knees, locking palms and leaning on her bed. She started praying.

Azel could see everything as it happened and made sure to mentally attack the poor nun with all his power. If she wasn’t pious enough, her prayers would accomplish nothing and she will be eventually lost in her own depravity. Soon, she will become a puppet unaware of her own self being driven by lust.

Sister Martha fought with all her being, but kept losing ground, her mind being taken over bit by bit until there was nothing left that could fight back.

It would take a miracle for her to come back from the mind prison she had been put in. She never had a chance to begin with. A Demon had personally taken her hostage in her own mind. What would’ve take months and years to happen without outside intervention happened in mere minutes.

The new Sister Martha then opened her eyes. Her eyes looked playful, not like the pure eyes she had before.

At this point Azel had stopped feeding her images. She thought about Mark Stewart all the time. It was all that she could think about.

The depraved thoughts she was having about Mark could shock her past self senseless.

Satisfied with his work, Azel nodded and then went to his quarters to think about his next move or wait to see what Sister Martha would do with her newfound desires.

Azel mind hijacking would’ve never worked without that spark of adulation he had seen in the sister’s eyes.

***

Mark was in his study looking at all the reports that had come in during the day.

As the director of the orphanage, he had a lot on his plate that had to be done. Securing donations for example was a headache he had to go through every now and then but nothing that a little prayer couldn’t fix.

Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on his door.

“It’s open.” He said his eyes looking up to see the guest.

Sister Martha entered and then approached him.

“Sister Martha?” He said unsure of what he was seeing. The look in her eyes wasn’t one he was used to.

“I can’t get you out of my head, Mr. Stewart.” She said.

Then she started undressing herself.