Bein’ a nun’s no walk in the park, let me tell ya. I thought the Marines had it tough, but between the rosaries and the rituals, there’s barely time to sharpen me knuckles. Still, the faith keeps me strong, even when I’m faced with the things ye couldn’t pay me to imagine. In my days as a cage fighter, I took on some vicious beasts, but nothin’ prepares ye for the horrors of the night, I tell ye.
Last week, we got word of a blood-soaked cult ritual deep in the swamps. Our superior sent me and a few others out to clean up the mess, blessin’ me with holy water and a shotgun. That was a baptism by fire, if ever I saw one. Demons and abominations came at us from every direction, their foul stench fillin’ the air. We held our ground though, me and the sisters, fightin’ like the saints we aim to be. And after all was said and done, we left those vermin scorched earth, screamin’ for mercy.
But I ain’t here to brag. The truth is, sometimes I miss the ring, the adrenaline rush, the taste of sweat and blood. But now, instead of knockin’ out rivals, I’m ridin’ the light of the Lord, doin’ his work. It’s a strange turn of events, but I’ll take it. I may have left the MMA behind, but the battle still rages, and I’m ready to meet it head-on, whatever form the darkness takes.
>Soulkyn