In sacred union

Every second was torture. The staff of Jeanne shined at the rhythm of my heart, the wings at its sides were enveloping it, regularly squeezing it.

That thing is supposed to be my heart?... But how?...

"HRGH! ARGH!"

"Answer me! Or the pain you suffer won´t stop!"

I could handle this. If I put my all into this, Jeanne would never obtain answers from me. But taking into consideration the organ she is attacking and the way she is doing it... I´ll probably die soon if stay silent...

"I know about it, sir Roberto. That vile being inhabiting inside you"

"Kgh... Y-You? What?"

Her revelation was too unexpected. I´m capable to recognize when someone is lying or trying to deceive me, and I´m sure that it´s since today that Jeanne feels doubtful about me.