They call us heretics. We call them corrupt.
Only it’s me who’s being corrupted now.
She’s an image of pure innocence, but I’ve always been able to see her soul… and it’s on fire. Only those flames are anything but holy, and they feel so good when they lick my skin. And hers tastes like every sin I’m not even supposed to know exists.
Our community is holy. We are raised as unyielding servants of God, and we must worship through prayer, purity, and pain. And I want Him in my soul, I want Him in my heart, I need his forgiveness and seek his salvation, because I fear her more than the prospect of punishment for my filthy sins.
Only God has been quiet, and Serafima’s heart is beating louder and louder for me.
My name is Vera Voight, and this is my journey to perdition.