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Enjoy some soft (and slightly off design) Uzgamal and Patience from My Soul to Keep.

Maybe this is an AU version where they met a little earlier in life. :P

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Tried a new brush for Uzgamal/Father Minola’s design on top.

Bottom pic is there for comparison.

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My Soul to Keep - Part 6 Preview

Summary: A demon is masquerading as a priest, luring horny hapless souls into temptation. One particular conquest - a nun - might be onto him, however. …and she might be a demon hunter in disguise.

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When Patience next cracked her eyes open, confusion warbled through her head. The first thought to land was: Where am I?  The wall she was staring at and the bed she laid in were both  unfamiliar. Slowly, she sat up in bed, keeping her breathing even.

She  found herself in a pleasantly sunbathed room, painted in a light muted  shade of blue. Sheer white curtains hung over the windows, similar to  the curtain that hung on the doorway. The sounds of a busy life outside -  horses trotting by, people calling to one another, the shift of many  bodies - wafted in.

Surprise shot through her,  realizing Solanio sat beside her bed. Instantly, she remembered the  morning. Leaving the inn, being on the road, his incessant questions,  and the aching. The memory of pain made her chest twinge.

Solanio  watched her, hunched in his chair, elbows on his knees and chin atop  entwined fingers. The look in his eyes was troubled and stern. Like he  had just learned of a distasteful fact and was highly disappointed.

Maybe he did know,  Patience thought. Maybe he knew the source of her episode and he was  upset by it. He wasn’t the first to play with her. Weren’t there rumors  that demons enjoyed being the first to tempt, to ruin, people?  Especially women?

Or maybe he could now sense who left their mark on her already.

Shaking those thoughts away, Patience cleared her throat and asked, “Where am I?”

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Okay, I may like these two a little too much right now. lol

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Fun tidbit: 

When picturing Sister Patience, I get younger Kathy Bates vibes (esp from Fried Green Tomatoes.) idk why. I think it’s because of the parking lot scene.

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My Soul to Keep - Part 7 Preview

Summary: A demon is masquerading as a priest, luring horny hapless souls into temptation. One particular conquest - a nun - might be onto him, however. …and she might be a demon hunter in disguise.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7  (coming soon)

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At the end of the alley, Solanio shoved Patience up against the wall. Cold from the bricks sunk through the fabric of her tunic, making a chill run down her spine.

"What the fuck are you do-?" She didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence as Solanio's forearms slammed around her. Wide eyed, her face tilted up to him, something sinking in her stomach at his expression. He was not pleased.

His normally warm brown eyes had flickered to the demonic red with black sclera and his ears had begun to shift into points. It was Solanio's words, soft and deep and dark, that made Patience's skin crawl with nerves. "I want answers."

Despite the unsettling fear dwelling in her stomach, Patience crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at him.  "Because that went so well last time."

Uzgamal's frown tugged further at his lips, his eyebrows dipping lower and the furrow deepening. He stared down at Patience in that dark alleyway, only being met with her stubborn glare. A billion thoughts flitted through his head, as they had done since learning a little more of her condition. Could she really trust him enough to give Solanio all the details?

No.

Slightly, his shoulders sagged, knowing he couldn't force the issue. "Some answers. Not everything. Nothing you're uncomfortable with saying."

Patience's eyes narrowed, her arms tightening against her chest. The way Solanio had softened put her on high alert. "What if I'm not comfortable with you knowing any of it?"

"I need to know something to help." Exasperation filled his voice as he ran a hand through his hair.

Patience huffed and turned her face away from him. With steely resolve in her voice, she hissed, "That's not we agreed to."

"We didn't formally agree to anything," he growled, before he looped a thumb under the binding at his neck and tugged on it. "You just slapped this collar on me and told me to follow along."

She shot him a sideyed look, frowning at him without pity. "You could've asked before agreeing."

Frustration swelled up in the demon, until he finally just blurted out, "It has something to do with your heart, doesn't it?"

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Aw, thank you! ❤

It's nice to know people appreciate how fast and the quality of what I create. In the past, I haven't been able to ride this creative wave forever, so I'm trying to space out updates to cover my dips.

I'm very very bad at it, though. I just get really excited when I get a part done and want to share it.

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Black (MS2K snippet)

The church was filled with Johessmans doing what they did best: being grave. Not everyone wore black, but the atmosphere felt like we had.

It was an unfortunate reunion. Everyone was there - from us to Sheena to Jay and Jen to Jackie to Cyerra to Aunt Lilia to Uncle George - everyone who had some relation to Grandma Johessman. She had been the matriarch, the pulse, the life-force of the family. She was always right. She gave authorization on every move the family made. For some reason, the Johessmans needed that, needed that leadership, guidance, and it needed to be replaced, needed to fall to the strongest of them. It had to fall to the one with those qualities. It fell to the only one of them who had been strong enough to rise as a leader.

It fell to Shawn.

It wasn't by choice. It was natural selection. Maybe the Johessman gene pool has an "on switch" that determines who the clan's leader will be. A do-or-die mechanism that forces someone to, well, be better than the rest of them. That skipped a generation and appeared in my husband, the crack baby, Grandma Johessman's least favorite relative.

As you may have guessed, Shawn didn't need Grandma Johessman's "authorization" to do anything. She hated that he and Jay entered the music industry so young, hated that he married me, hated that we were having children. She didn't want to be a great-grandmother to our triplets.

I guess she lucked up.

The ceremony was nice, but not my style at all. It was too melancholy. See, when the Brown family has a funeral, we celebrate the departed person's life. When Johessmans have funerals, they mourn the person's loss.

(I guess I should've used the pronoun "we" in reference to both families, since I'm in love with the latter clan's alpha male and sign my name Rayleigh Johessman. But there are some qualities of my new family that I just don't like.)

We sat in the front row. A choir sang, a preacher preached, and Jay gave the eulogy. The funeral was short but thick. Afterward, everyone present touched my stomach.

Originally, when the funeral was being planned, Shawn had been asked to give the eulogy. He had refused.