.:: The Convent was huge, one of many converted churches to be taken back by the clergy. In the early 21st century this building had been a home, taken from God’s flock and turned into a rich person’s haven. Now, after a hundred years, the building had been reclaimed and God’s people moved back in, the rooms held not sinners now, but nuns and those young women who had given themselves to God. The convent stood on the outskirts of a small Brazilian town, heat battered the whitewashed walls and though this old church had never been anything too spectacular it was just grand enough to be beautiful, but the inside let the whole thing down. It had once been so well decorated that it had been breath taking, now everything was white and plain, even the room Grace sat in was simple – holding nothing but a bed, desk and lamp. The only thing that stopped it looking like a prison cell was the huge bay window that let the heat of the sun beat down on the girls back, she sat at the only table, her hands resting gently on the aged pages of an ancient script. The bible? No, but it was a religious text and she was one of the few people who could remember it being written, so translating it wasn’t really a problem. The angel had come here to escape, to cleanse herself of the evil which had been done and wipe the stain away, she’d already dug out that nasty brand Dominance had left, but she could still feel it burning under her skin, like some awful burrowing evil that no amount of scrubbing could remove. It made her arm twitch and every so often the girls nails scratched at the damaged skin, sometime they came away with blood – she’d scratched the skin raw several times. ‘Grace dear, you haven’t slept in days… we’re worried.’ the blonde jumped, she hadn’t even heard the elderly nun approach and tension showed in pale shoulders for a moment. “I’m fine, Sister… I’ll sleep soon.” she mumbled quietly before tuning blood shot eye’s toward the woman, a vague smile graced lush lips for a moment. ‘As you wish child.’ and with that the Sister vanished again, leaving Grace vaguely amused. She’d spent so much time around nuns, yet it never failed to amuse her when they called her child, if only they knew how old the girl really was, but then it wasn’t her place to tell them. She was a guiding light, not inexplicable proof – the nuns hear knew nothing about her angelic roots, they only knew the girl had unwavering faith and trust in god. Or she had last time they’d seen her, Dominance had taken some of that trust away… but not all of it. Her head shook, as if trying to toss those thoughts away physically, before she returned to her book. It was entrancing and while she translated the text her mind had no chance to wander… Grace didn’t want to think about what had happened, she just needed peace and distraction to keep her from going insane. ::.