To Father Raphael, Bain has turned himself into a slender young woman with fair, soft skin, long, elegant ice colored hair, and matching eyes. Adding insult to injury, she even wore Bain's clothing that was loose fitting on her.

Father Raphael’s eyes widened in fear as he saw the beautiful yet dangerous young woman pinning him, “You...! You’re that woman!”

With a sinister yet playful smile, she confirmed his worst fears, "Yeah, it's me! I guess your first question will be, who am I, or what's your name like some goober? Those questions are very redundant and condescending. You know exactly who I am; my name doesn't even matter. What matters are the names you did murder or tried to that you need to know."

Father Raphael trembled in fear as the she continued, "Kenyon Danvers, Willis Rochford, Daniel Branigan, Lewis Bates, Lydia Cromwell... Those are just some of the few people you have sacrificed with no mercy or sense of commonality. All because you wanted someone like me..." She cooed. "I must say, I am very flattered that you would do so much to have someone like me in your hands. Well, now you do! Kind of. Aren't you happy?" She said with an innocent smile.

However, Father Raphael just mumbled to himself as he prayed.

"I bet you are...” She confirmed. “If you're wondering about your little friend Bain. He wished he had killed a wiccan. I sometimes wonder why you go after these sympathizers who supposedly love to dress, and act like us. At first, I found it prejudicial and offensive. At times, I found those who try to put their little spin on it appalling.

“Some of it was far from the truth, while other fun facts were dead on. As much as I loathed these pretenders, I had to say they didn't deserve to die. And I guess that's the point; they were too damned easy for you to kill because people like you and Bain couldn't go after the real thing. And even if you had someone like me in your hands, I don't think you would do anything at all.”

"Full pardon. I will give you whatever you want--!"

She then laughed at Father Raphael's halfhearted pleas and offered, "I don't need anything from you! Especially salvation. Can you turn back the hands of time and give me back my friend and the villages you burned down? And what about the babies that you had drowned--?"

"I had nothing to do with it!" Father Raphael, lying through his teeth again.

“You know something, my Lord..." The wiccan had to laugh at that. "It has been a while since I've done something like that. Gaining power of such magnitude has to deal with such sacrifice. I killed Bain and everyone else. He tried to escape me, but I hunted him down; I ripped his heart out, consumed it, and drank his blood afterward like all the others with him.

“Why do you think I absorbed their strength, abilities, and memories? And the beautiful part is that it's permanent. What was once theirs is now mine forever. I can even transform myself into them!" That was a lie.

In reality, she was already stronger than most normal men like Bain and the others. She did use a blood spell to mimic Bain, but it was simply written on her body, which had a time limit. This was purely a scary tactic.

And it worked perfectly, "YOU ARE A FUCKING MONSTER!" Father Raphael fearfully yelled with his voice cracking. "I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! YOU BITCHES SHOULD BE HUNG BY YOUR ANKLES AND--!"

Hearing enough, she took one of his hands and stabbed it through his palm with Bain's knife. He screamed in pain as the blood shot out of his hand.

"Well, that was a real gusher!" She said with a cheesy smile. "Bain always had a lot of sharp toys. Too bad none of them ever worked on me. Once again, a waste of time and energy. He could've been something better. All of them could have. But you, my Lord... You just wanted to be feared and respected."

She dragged him to the table; she set his wounded hand flat on the table, “The wiccan. We used that as a blanket term for us aethereal users that redefined and correlated nature and divinity. I am considered a Malefica, female wiccan. We are separated into larger covens. I belong to the Obscura coven. A Malefica Obscura.” She explained.

Father Ralphael tried his best not to cry and be brave.

"When I was in that prison barnyard, hearing all those women being raped and then strangled to death by your so-called holy constituents, it got me wondering. Why is somebody so holy named after one of the seven archangels of heaven?

“Raphael is one of the seven archangels who attended the throne of God as the angel of healing. He's also considered the patron of science, doctors, travelers, and healing. This name sounds both powerful and artistic. You aren't either of those things that I've mentioned--”

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"Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I repent!" Father Raphael pleaded.

"I guess it is true when they say only God forgives because I'm not the forgiving kind," she denied. "However, God usually tests us. Gives us tests of strength and endurance. I want to walk with God and give you a test."

Father Raphael was afraid to ask as he looked up at his tormentor, “What test?”

Then, smiling, the evil woman showed him the same bloody knife she had killed the bodyguards and stabbed him with, "How much can one man take before enough is enough? God can only give us so much to handle. And the test is simple, my Lord. I'll cut off every finger you have on this table." Hearing that made Father Raphael tremble in fear as he sobbed uncontrollably. "It's best that you don't scream. Even though nobody can't hear you, thank you soundproof doors that you have built for only this room-- you sick fuck. Because if you don't scream, you win, and I will turn myself in. But if you scream once, I will get what I want."

“What is it?” Father Raphael asked as he tried to pull himself together.

"Well, that's just it, you don't know. Maybe it's something bad. Maybe it's something good." The woman joyfully teases. "You don't know unless you give up and scream for me." She cupped his chin as she wanted Father Raphael to see her eyes as she was profoundly serious, "Just don't scream, padre, or I'm going to get what I want from you."

He didn't nod or say a word. Father Raphael's silence was enough for the Malefica Obscura.

"Citing my favorite nursery rhyme, my best friend loves to sing to her baby... Get through this entire nursery rhyme, and you will win! Then let's begin!" The Malefica Obscura commences as she readies her blade on Father Raphael's. Solomon Grundy... Born on a Monday..."

Then, she effortlessly slices off Father Raphael's thumb. Blood spilled out of his stub as he tried his best not to scream.

Then, she readies her blade on his index finger, “Christened on Tuesday...”

Then, she effortlessly slices off Father Raphael's index finger. The sound and the feeling of flesh being severed from him, the bone detaching from his hand, was bad enough as he felt the pain of his fingers being severed.

Miraculously, he didn't scream.

"Well... I am blown away by your God's given masculinity, padre! Anyone who was anyone would scream like a bitch by now!" Then, she mixed it up as she readied her blade on his pinky finger, "Married on Wednesday..."

Father Raphael shut his eyes tight as if it would make a difference, as he still felt the flesh and bone being sliced open and ripped off his hand. He was indeed losing consciousness. Breathing slowly, sweating profusely, Father Raphael still didn't scream.

And so, the woman carried on as she readied her blade on his ring finger, “Took ill on Thursday...”

Father Raphael felt numb as he knew his ring finger was being cut off; it didn't matter. The pain from getting his other three fingers sliced off was enough for his body to shut down, apart from the mass of blood loss. He didn't scream but started growling and grunting like an animal.

And then the only finger that was left was the middle finger, "Grew worse on Friday!" The Malefica Obscura shouted as she raised the blade and hard chopped the middle finger. Impressively, the middle finger flew off the table.

Dazed and confused, Father Raphael looked at his bleeding finger-stubbed hand with lazy amazement.

It took the Malefica Obscura a few moments to realize the snag of her game. She blinked out of confusion, "Wait a second... I'm not finished with the nursery rhyme; only two more verses! Ah, man! Lydia always said I suck at giving instructions and making game rules!"

Father Raphael looked up as he snickered with a conquering smile Triumphantly, “I won... I’m going to make you... my bitch!”

The Malefica Obscura was shocked by Father Raphael's premature victory speech, which made her laugh, "Um, didn't I say you must go through the entire nursery rhyme to win? I still have two more verses left. But don't worry. I got an idea!" The wicked woman puts the blade down and then places her hand on the wounded hand of Father Raphael, “exsarcio!”

Then, a glowing purple magical symbol appeared on the table as Father Raphael's hand glowed in purple light. All of the blood on the table was gone as it dissipated, and all five of his fingers were restored. He even moved all five perfectly fine and back to normal. He wanted to cry tears of happiness, but then he suddenly remembered.

The constant reminder was plastered on the smiling Malefica Obscura's face as she held the knife, "Now I can continue! Yay!"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE! SHOW MERCY!" Father Raphael pleaded.

However, the Malefica Obscura showed none, "Died on Saturday!" Swiftly chopping off three of his fingers at once, Father Raphael broke his concentration as he screamed in pain.

Acting as if she was shocked, the Malefica Obscura claimed her victory, "Oh no! You screamed! And I guess you lost, and you were so close, too!" she gave a smug smile.

Father Raphael felt ashamed and disappointed in himself as he sobbed in despair, “You... You cheated...”

"I did not cheat, padre. You didn't pay attention and ask questions about what I could do in our little game. You thought that you would win after five!" The Malefica Obscura laughs. "Like you don't even know what I can do. Look at what I have accomplished this far, padre!" She then licked her lips with anticipation. "Now, I think it's time I get what I want. And I know just the thing. But first... exsarcio.”

Just as before, the Malefica Obscura restored his hand as he regained his fingers for the second time. She even helped Father Raphael up and dragged him to the bed. As she flung him onto the bed, the Malefica Obscura grabbed him by the back of his legs, "Enervo!”

She had to enact a quick spell as both his kneecaps had glowing green symbols. Two seconds later, they dissipated. But the damage was already done as he couldn't stand or walk without falling.

It was clear what the Malefica Obscura wanted, and nothing that Father Raphael could do anything about it.