"Such a impudent dunce of a witch like you should have been dead so long ago." Izabel said then smirked arrogantly. She placed her weight on her giant paintbrush and began talking to the witch. When she had arrived in the barrier, no one knew nor should care. "How does someone so ignorant stay alive for so long? You're nowhere near powerful and not even appealing to the common man's eye."
Distracted by such brainless comments, the nun responded with much vexation. “The common man is blinded by sin. They venture out on a with no light to assist them. However, it is with my power that they are set on the righteous path.”
Maria rose from her place and stood erect. She looked down at the intruder from her hill. The twisted nun assumed that this girl was one of the heretics. What an obnoxious sight. She truly hated those who clung onto their wretched forms and didn’t seek to gain His blessing.
“My power is above all,” she boasted haughtily. “Look around you.”
Her arms opened outwards. She continued to speak. “All of this is mine. Everything within this paradise is under my control. The Lord has granted me this power. It is due to His blessing that I am able to save all. You heretics are only able to do so much. To say that I am weak only shows your stupidity.”
She rose her hand up, nervously rubbing the back of her neck, feeling really uneasy admitting this to someone of strong faith knowing she'd likely not believe her. With a small sigh and a small grimace she proceeded forward, "Well true, the original was made by his grace and guidance most likely, but I was not. My ah-- Friends intervened and helped create me."
And just what did that mean? Was her current self not of the Lord? There was only reason as to why one wouldn’t be one of His creations. Maria looked away and crossed her arms. Her thoughts raced to only one conclusion. The feeling she had when meeting this girl.
“Who are you?” she asked quietly. “Tell me now…”
Her lips curved downward at the girls' sigh. It would appear she seemed more frustrated by the question posed to her. Kazumi was not exactly the most religious girl. She attended church with her late grandmother, but she never got around to grasping the full value of having a religion as a core part of her life. "The Lord? Oh! The big guy upstairs that they spoke about on Sundays? I see you're religious then! Though I don't think it was the lord that created me eheh."
That was impossible. The Lord creates all. Unless she was an abomination. It was possible, but Maria could just feel a familiarity from this young one.
“What do you mean?” she asked while titled her head. “Surely He has also created you. All beings on this planet has been created with His guidance.”
So what do you do in your free time?
“All time is devoted to my prayers.”