After two hours on a plane, we arrived at Jordan's Fields: a city known by its German inheritance and world famous because of their annual beer festival.

Voluptia and I rented a car and proceeded to the mountains.

The car was driving up in a narrow, but well conserved road, carved in one peak near the city. The climate of the region was said to have healing properties.

During centuries, many people visited the outskirts of the city to enjoy the benefits of the mountain climate.

The sun would take at least one hour to appear. It was, indeed, a freezing winter night where a few dim stars appeared as little spots in the cloak made by the clouds. This lack of natural light, since the moon was totally covered by the clouds, gave the view outside the car a spooky and guttural appearance.

The road was empty.

The only thing that we could see was the car headlights cutting the darkness in front of us. The lights slowly revealing some silhouette of the pine trees, that covered the road from both sides.

The path would take us to a place on the top of that mountain where an old hospital facility was built. A place used to treat patients of tuberculosis in the nineteenth century. The hospital was bought and transformed by the Catholic Church and became an elite school for youngsters.

The Church also maintained a monastery there.

The old hospital was still functional and continued to receive patients suffering from the disease to take advantage of that miraculous climate.

I wondered how odd it was for a nun used to work in an institution to help the poor to end up being in such a high position in an important institution for the wealthy and famous.

But, I could imagine the voice of the old sister Ana and almost could see her replying to my inquire with a humble smile: "God works in mysterious ways my son".

Voluptia was too quiet in the passenger seat with her hands resting in her lap. And that bothered me since it was not her normal behavior. I could not imagine what she might be thinking. Her face looked calm, but instead of her energetic and provocative usual self, she acted more reserved, during the entire trip.

As I drove the car, I got lost in my thoughts. I guessed that using normal clothes instead of the provocative stuff, made of latex and leather, that she loved to wear was not helping to cheer her mood.

That change of appearance was necessary. Due to the nature of the place that we were about to enter. She needed to blend and be out of the radar of the students. Especially from the staff.

However, that would be easily said than done.

Besides the fact that she was wearing a very long black wool skirt and a top dark blue blouse with long sleeves. Leaving almost nothing of her white skin exposed. One could easily perceive her sexy figure and her purple eyes. Her firmly and well-shaped breasts were pushing the wool of the blouse as if they were about to jump out of it. Her svelte legs and rounded bottom that filled the skirt gave to her a vintage attractive beauty hard to not be appreciated. Especially when she moved.

Her hair was combed backward and ending in a ponytail. I noticed that she was also wearing less makeup than usual. Yet her thin and more than welcoming lips and her hypnotic and charming purple eyes had a magnetic effect. Especially to the opposite sex. She painted her hair red, instead of her usual pink or purple tones that she used to wear.

About that color, I remember saying to her that her hair looked more like a cosplay than the real thing. She smirked and said, "And who do you think inspired anime creators to color the hair of their characters?"

I could not say if she was playing or telling the truth. But we laughed together.

I was anxious about her. We were driving to a school that was ruled by the Catholic Church.

The two tickets for the private jet confirmed that they knew about her existence.

But, did they knew about her true nature, as well?

She could get more exposition than we wanted by traveling with me to that place.

On one hand, I had to go to the school because of the request from mother Ana.

The way she acted and spoke assured me she might be in terrible danger.

On the other hand, I was afraid they could try to do anything bad to my partner, thinking she was an evil servant of Lucifer.

That is how they used to declare every single demon that existed.

A thing I discovered that was not always the case.

Demons have a society very similar to our own. Some are pure evil, some are devious, but there are those that remain neutral. And even those that are good or attempt to be good.

That was my partners case.

And that is why I didn't want her to take the plane with me.

After we discussed the details of the night call from sister Ana i backed off.

However, Voluptia was adamant, and if there is a thing I learned, in a hard way, her father too I'm afraid to add, is that:

Once she decides, or wants something, no one can stop her.

So, both of us headed to the local of the mysterious case.

Heading practically nonstop to Holly Mother of Health.

A school so secret that I only knew that it existed, because, when I was a teenager, my own adopted father considered it as one source for my formal academic education.

Still, how could a succubus: a daughter of Lilith, the damned first woman of the holy scriptures and mother of demons, be welcomed to people that used to exorcize their kind and feared them? How would they react by seeing a real demon in front of them? Even being a demon that was trying to find a peaceful way of coexisting with humans. Would they accept her that easily? Or would they treat her like an abomination and hunt her?

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I tried to focus on the path, since that was not the best time to get lost in thoughts.

As the school grounds started to appear, I could notice some silhouettes of big buildings on the horizon.

The school was in the middle of a pine tree forest. So, where the forest ended we could see a place that surrounded by a very tall wall. The wall that didn't allow to see inside; only the top of a few facilities.

A few more minutes, driving straight the road, we arrived at a huge and sturdy gate.

But I didn't need to announce my arrival.

There was a security outpost set by the right of the entrance.

From there, a yellow light come out of the small window of a very thin cabin.

We directed our car by the side of this cabin.

An uniformed security guard came out and approached our car window.

"We came by request of the mother superior. I am Mr. Roger Soares", I said while I was extending my identification and forcing a smile. Those things were always felt like a nuisance to me. So, I had to pretend I was ok with that.

"We were informed that you are expected, sir. The parking lot is easy to find. Follow the main street and then turn left in the second turn, it is by the left side of the main building, you can't miss. I will announce that you arrived. Have a nice stay, sir."

Well, the guard was kind, after all.

However, "a nice stay", would be the last thing that would happen that night.

I smiled in reply and drove inside the gate and I noticed that Voluptia sensed my awkwardness and giggled.

That made me feel better.

I drove to the place that he had directed me to park the car.

By the look of things: or the guard was a good liar, pretending that everything was normal. Or he really was not informed about whatever was happening inside the school.

As I drove as instructed, I saw some silhouettes of some tall buildings and a very imposing church. Probably, Holy Mother of Health, the church that named that place.

It was the oldest thing inside the grounds of the school. I read during the flight that the church was built in the late seventeenth century. That was before the hospital or even the inn that was part of the institution existed. The brochure told me that the inn was always crowded with the patients with the tuberculosis. The evil of that century. And so fearful that the disease claimed many famous Brazilian historical personalities.

This part of the state, belonged to a distinct Portuguese family with ties with the nobility of that time. A local legend told that their patriarch was suffering from the disease and was miraculously cured.

Inside the grounds it was dark.

There were only a few street lamps on. That made a perfect sense. In such places, a curfew was set. The students could not wander the streets after a designed time of the night. So there was no necessity of powerful street lights.

The place was huge. Far larger than I imagined. The local resembled much more a university than a high school.

Then I remembered there were a hospital and a monastery too, inside those walls.

We parked and got out of the car.

A nun arrived shortly after. She was wearing her usual dark habit with a white nun hat. By her young looks, she should be one of the youngest sisters of that order. Most of her hair was covered, and she definitely used no makeup. But she had a pretty face. Her upturned nose definitely gave her a very cute aspect. Her pink lips forming a smile. Very sexy for a nun.

I imagined that she might be only 22 years old, at most.

She moved towards us in a very delicate way as I was examining her figure...

Then, I realized that my partner was giving me a furious gaze. I froze right away and stopped looking at the girl.

"Well I suppose that introductions by my part are unnecessary, but I am Roger Soares. And this is my partner, Vol...", I stopped in the middle of the sentence. Her name was chosen by her to provoke and could be odd to the hearing of the young girl in front of me.

But Voluptia didn't care and completed my phrase, taking my arm in her hands in a very possessive way:

"Hey there I am Voluptia," shameless if her name would be awkward "and this is my cupcake Roger. We have a meeting with your boss, we are inseparable you know that?"

She was really pushing me towards her shoulder what made me give a shy smile: I was feeling ashamed.

But that way of reacting was the proof that I needed to know that my Voluptia was back to her normal self.

"May the Lord bless you, I am sister Paula, we talked by phone." she answered with a smile "Mother Ana is expecting you two. She did not want to go sleep, she wanted to be up to see you two arrive, We tried to make her rest for a few hours but she didn't want to rest until she could talk to you, mister Roger."

"I will take you to her office, and she will explain everything", she made the sign of the cross by her chest and I didn't know if it was because she was thinking about what happened before, or because of the presence of my partner.

Voluptia was dragging me by my arm in a very demanding way. I felt like I was her puppet, I looked to her and she showed me her tongue.

I knew the discussion was over...

Every time that I looked to the nun in front of us; instead of the large building with a dozen of windows covering the front and side walls or the landscape, I could feel her nail tightening her grip in my arm. And it was painful.

Which I tried to ignore, pretending it had been just her imagination...

We arrived to a huge door inside an arch that was projecting from the facade of the building. In the arch, there was an inscription in Latin, just below the name and the crest of the school. But it was too dark to read at that moment.

Sister Paula opened the door with her keys and held it by the side. Invited us to enter the hall.

Inside the hall I got astonished. That was a very marvelous architecture design. The Hall had, a mix of modern and old baroque, styles. We could see carvings in the pieces of wood that adorned the reception desk. The cabinets behind it were decorated by glass doors. They had a lot of papers, schedules, charts and documents hanging inside. Every detail of the decoration and carving of that room were very well designed. Details like roses, branches with their leaves and many angels covered the ceiling and the pillars on the four corners.

The light blue tone of the wallpaper contributed to give the place an atmosphere of calmness and peace. The color making us think about a clear sky.

Four huge chandeliers provided a very strong light, but instead of the candles, there were rounded lamps, where those should be.

Blue and white dominated the entire place.

A sacred place, no doubt about.

As the saint's pictures, hanging in the walls, and a huge statue of the Holy Mother of the Health could confirm.

We followed sister Paula to a huge double door that led us to an internal patio. In there, four large corridors formed a cross in front of us. Those corridors were full of doors by all sides. They ended in the sides of an internal square. With some white benches decorating it. In the middle of that square stood an enormous staircase adorned with four beautiful sculptures of angels one by each side of the pillars of the handrails.

Even Voluptia was admiring the place.

She could be a demon; but a succubus, and especially she, have a refined sense of aesthetics, that would render a lot of art critics and artists jealous.

We climbed those stairs.

As we moved up, sister Paula was telling us that the Mother Superior's office was on the second floor.

After another big corridor full of doors we arrived at the only door with some light coming from the inside.

Sister Paula entered first, and we followed.

Inside were two nuns an old man and Dr Rochard. He recognized me as soon as I got inside the place and moved towards me...

However, it was my old mother wrinkled face that caught my attention and made me stop.

Voluptia copied me and did the same as I stood still.

She recognized me and moved quick for someone of her age, giving me an amorous hug. Then she kissed both sides of my face

"My son, how wonderful is to have you here in this moment of despair."

She was moved by the emotion, and I sensed her voice come out with sadness mixed to the joy of seeing me alive and well.

I hugged her back. With her tiny and fragile body in my arms I smiled.

"I came as soon as I could. So, mom, tell me what is happening here? What kind of Devil's work are we talking about?"

She sat in her chair and everybody silenced and moved close to her.

I approached her desk, and she gave me some photos.

She told me a student took weird pictures in the depths of the forest inside school grounds.

I examined those pictures.

Without a doubt, taken by the camera of a cell phone.

I put my hand in my mouth in horror; even to me, a vision terrible and violent.

And I realized what happened there didn't need a full examination of the place to be qualified as not natural.

Without a single doubt, "Devil's work" seemed to be an accurate way of describing what I saw in those pictur