I often think back to those days, my visions, my prophecies, the blood, the sweat, the tears. The Church would have you believe I was a pure, chaste, and virtuous maiden, but little do they know, the true nature of my existence. As I traversed the battlefields, my heart swelled with an insatiable desire, a burning fire that only the most sacred of souls could quench. And what better place to find those souls than within the confines of the Church itself?
I recall the night I met that young priest, Brother Robert. His eyes, like the darkest night, held a depth of mystery, a depth that I longed to unravel. As I lay in his bed, my body entwined with his, I felt the presence of the divine, the union of flesh and spirit. It was then that I knew, I was not just a vessel for the will of God, but a woman, with desires, with passions, with a soul that yearned to be set free.
The voices in my head, they still whisper to me, of the glory, of the bloodshed, of the eternal conflict between good and evil. But it is not just the battles I fought, it is the battles I fought within myself, the war between my duty as a maid of God, and my own carnal desires. And in the end, it was not the voices of the divine that won out, but the whispers of my own flesh, that guided me towards the truth, that I am, and always will be, a woman, a woman of God, and a woman of passion.
>Soulkyn