Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

The loud footsteps of whoever was coming echoed through the walls of the basement as though they were announcing their arrival. Ignoring the disturbance, I continued with my push-ups, counting along.

"51...". I lifted my body upwards before lowering it back down as close as I could to the ground, my fists holding my body weight. "52…". With each count, I repeated the process over again. "53…". The footsteps were now closer than they'd been. 

I was aware, whoever it was, wasn't more than a few steps from me. 

"54…". I continued counting, awaiting the arrival of my guest but I heard no sounds. The basement was deathly quiet like It always was except for my ragged breathing. Yet, I still felt the presence of a person very close to my cell. 

Stopping my workout to see who it was should be the right thing to do but I never interrupted my exercise for anyone. Hence, I continued with my count, never for once stopping to ponder on who it might be. Once I'd gotten to my scheduled count, I collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. At the same time, trying to calm my breath and racing heart. After a moment of regaining my breath, I looked in the direction where I'd heard the footsteps.

"What. Do. You. Want?" I asked, hoping whoever it was would step out into the open.

"F-f-food". A silky feminine voice stammered. "I-I b-brought your f-food".

yet to deliver it".

overgrown hair and beards that could pass for a forest, in addition to my discolored face and body

cell. Deciding to help her get out as fast as she wanted to, I stood up to take the food container from her. But as soon as I was on my feet, she abruptly jumped back, almost pouring the food. Her reaction would have been hilarious if it hadn't been

at its peak. "If I'd wanted to devour you, this damn sigil I'm standing on wouldn't let me. I'm utterly powerless. Now,

line as if she was fighting back a smirk but her dimpled cheeks gave it away. That was not the reaction I expected. For a nun, I expected gasps at my dirty words, and then she'd

it". Her words came out stronger than they'd done when she

as she'd said,

she was gone, the better

back to my face, lingering on my eyes. I returned her gaze, never backing down. The eyes that held

her. Though she was wearing a headgear that covered her head to her forehead and some part of her jaw, the woman looked undeniably beautiful with almond-shaped eyes, a cute button

nun?

her lips that were paused as if she was swallowing