Cry Little Sister

Belial I love torturing, killing and then desecrating the corpses of beautiful women. It quiets the bastard that lives inside my head, sating his carnal desires. I can't lie though, it's as much fun for me as it is for him. I mean, we are one person, are we not? What I don't love are witnesses. That is until I see the yin to my yang, the white to my black, and the life to my death, on her knees praying to a God I refuse to accept. Sister Abigail is a divine beauty, rolled in purity in my ey...