There was a land where many women sought happiness, a land where there was nothing to harm them or their children. Some place which would be considered as 'paradise' for them. The land, of course, was called 'Corsica'—it was full of endearing secrets and isolation from other countries of Europe.

Let's say it was very much like Japan—isolated from the outside world and living in that world of mere silence and secrecy, that it came to be eerie and mysterious.

The women, considered as 'nuns', would serve underneath the hands of God and Christian philosophy. Of course it would make you wonder what's going inside those walls of serene and serious prayer amongst these women.

Their viewpoint of the world is more 'pure' than you and I can say, at least. Their young sheep are more likely to obligate themselves to their mothers—the nuns of course.

Whilst there, they were likely to go into the world of man and accept God as their savior through all parts of life. It's an arguable fact to believe that, however. Many people have their views of God. There are different versions of what He is, what He's like, what's He's in for, and what He would do to forgive mankind's vicious sins.

Yes, 'God' is a righteous person. He loves His people that He created - Man and Woman, as well as Children.

As for the nuns, they have so little free time in their hands to do what they like. Preferably, they have always devoted their time tending themselves to God's will—as if they don't have a mind or will of their own. God made people to move and do their own choices. And I am sure that God wouldn't be too pleased if these foolish women just stood there like useless, controllable puppets.

He wants what's best for these women; He wants them to do their own thing, to live their own lives, and to cherish the fact that they are alive.

However, the sad thing is, that these women pay no attention to their own lives and merely devoted their time to Him. It is just another tragedy for them because they think of God as the only man who could save them from going to Hell or lie in defeat by their male superiors.

However, that phase of stupidity and idiocy did not last for long, there came to be a new leader for them to worship. And that leader was named Benvenuto, a beautiful woman who emerged within the walls of Corsica.

They worshipped her, yes, they have worshipped her like no other God in the world—as if they have already forgotten about the God they had previously worshipped throughout their entire lives.

As the days grew longer and longer, the nuns have always went to Benvenuto. Each and every one of them went in separate sessions at different hours of the day and nights as well. Little by little, the infatuations grew suspicious and weary to herself.

Benvenuto feels somewhat unsatisfied from the nuns' schoolgirl-like crushes for her, along with the infatuations and naivety.

Yet, only one person seems to know more than what she sees in Benvenuto—and that person was named Achrann. She is the leader of the church's sanctuary and the head nun. It is quite clear that she's merely jealous of her attention from other people; the nuns especially.

That's how it got to a point where it came to be a confrontation between the two dueling women.

"I don't know what you want, Benvenuto," Achrann said as she stood before the young and soberan woman, her black eyes squinting with as much hatred as jealousy.

"But, I do know that you are brainwashing my people by telling them that you love them. Even though we both know that you are merely doing that for your own menial pleasure."

The younger woman with brown hair just stared at her tediously, as if she hadn't had a clue of what she is saying to her. Yes, she knows that, but then again… she didn't want to stop. All she ever wanted was to brainwash the nuns into believing that God doesn't exist—only just so they would treat her like a God herself.

"But, why does it concern you at all? Since when did you care of my intentions to your precious nuns? Don't tell me that you don't want them to go near me just because you loved them. Of course, you do love them, right? Have you ever succumbed to have relations with them? If so, how did you feel about it?" Benvenuto asked as a wide, smug look on her face came to creep from the corners of her lips.

Achrann knew that the things she said were partially true—but these words were only to make her feel angry and powerless against her. However, if giving in to the words would mean that she would surrender herself to the young, heartless brat. Nevertheless, she knew that these words were only meant to spite her enough just for her menial, heartless, and disgusting pleasure.

"Listen to me you fool!" she barked in a fit of madness, grabbing the part of her silky, white robe she wore on most occasions. "You don't understand the concept of God; neither do you know His prospects or His son! You are being a heartless and disgusting person! How dare you show up and take away their faith in Him? You are nothing! Nothing I tell you!"

Benvenuto felt surprised by her barking; she was stupidly surprised because Achrann was the only person who stood up to her in the first place—when no one else could.

Instead of acting like a cocky brat that she was, Benvenuto grabbed Achrann's hands and swatted them away in defense. Her face felt hot as she spoke, "I see… but that is not my concern at all, Sister Achrann. I am only here because it is paradise and yet, I only came merely to open those foolish women into seeing the real world in their eyes. By God, how idiotic they are by worshipping God like He's going to save them. Why, I will open their ways in any way I can; and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

She hisses slightly after saying those final words to the older nun and left her room; leaving only Achrann to think of what she said. Achrann was completely… bewildered about how that young woman managed to confess the truth. That it was the only truth deemed to become true; yes, the nuns have been grown worthy for God, worshipping Him like He's the only man that would save them from everything, that it was indeed foolish.

Yet, that is the truth… yet, why are you so determined to do so?

The question brought forth into her mind; whence it peaked to where it might come to a realization of pain and agony. She stands in the empty, red-colored room; stiff as a statue, her face drenched of white. She looks down at the floor, staring stiffly with her head bowed down in shame.

Is it true that she is blind? It may be so, but she never wanted her candidates to lose their faith in God or the Christian philosophy, she just wanted them to be pure and happy.

However, she knows that it won't last, because it never does.

"Sister Achrann?" came a voice that sounded meek and eerily quiet, that had a nervous tremor to it. The voice quivered with fear.

Achrann looks up to the voice, seeing a younger woman at the door, she couldn't have been older than twenty. "Come in, child." She spoke firmly but sweetly in tone and volume. The young woman slowly walked up to her, sitting on a nearby bed as she came to face the older woman.

Achrann could see the anxiety in her body language and kept a soft smile.

"What is troubling you, my dear?"

The minor jumped slightly. She slowly bit her lower lip nervously, becoming quite hesitant on the confession.

"Sister Achrann, I have something to say to you, but I am afraid of how you will react about it."

And what would that be? Achrann grimaces at the thought she knew of who would do such malicious things like this. "Go ahead my child, I promise that I won't get angry at you; no matter what." And with the answer received, that it sounded so sincere and supportive, she held her young candidate's hand.

As she held her hand, the candidate's body trembled and that her lips started to quiver as she tried to confess.

"S-Sister Achrann… oh Sister… i-it's about Miss Benvenuto, she… she…" A whimper was released from her voice, followed by a quiet sob. The head-nun's eyebrows scrunched over with concern, her facial expression was no more than the face of apprehension.

"It's okay my child…" she whispers softly, squeezing her hand in re-assurance. The silver-haired nun looked at her, her gray eyes glassy with tears.

"They violated her, Mistress! They violated her until she was no more than a corpse! It's my fault for not protecting her!" She cried as she clung onto her lap, crying out of how much of a coward she was, yet she was too afraid to speak of the unimaginable.

Then, Achrann too, began to feel paralyzed of what she had said—that the spoiled leader had been brutally raped until she was no more than dead. This lead the head-nun to feel rather guilty about her death, since her last words to Benvenuto was out of jealousy and resentment.

"There, there… there is no need to cry, my love." Achrann whispers softly once more, with her fingers entwined into the young woman's silver hair, whilst she had kissed her forehead gently with ease and remorse.

Is she supposed to feel happy about this? Now that Benvenuto is gone, she is no longer there to convince the other nuns of the real world, that's the only thing to be happy about in her state of mind.

Of course, that was a lie, the nuns have already seen and knew what the real world is. They have lived through it throughout their entire lives until now. They have been through the concept of abuse and rape by their male superiors. Now, they had escaped that life and lived in a world of paradise with their children—whom they took along with them to Corsica for a much better and healthier life.

The next day, there came Benvenuto's funeral. All of nuns stood tall and solemn, with their faces etched of no emotion like statues. None of them came to utter out a cry or emotion of certain sadness; they just stood there as if she did not matter to them.

Achrann was the last to become sullen about her death, her head hung low, bending down as she placed out a rose of speckled blood-red like the color of her room and placed it upon the lying ashes of her cremation.

One nun, a young one at the age of thirty-one, just a little older than Achrann, stood by her side, with her hands holding the other firmly, where her face showed sternness with a touch of bitterness.

"It's unfortunate for her to die gruesomely like that, but then again… that's what happens when she tries to get rid of their first taste of happiness. I am not going to blame her for her stupidity and idiocy, but this is something I cannot tolerate at all."

The younger woman stared at her for quite some time, shocked about her way of words when it was the painful truth.

The older woman sighed heavily, her face easing slightly, but it still looked stern and troubled. "Well," she said, looking at the Indian woman briefly, and then placing her hand on her shoulder, patting it lightly.

"I hope you have a blissful day today, Sister Achrann." Her voice sounds to be soft in genuine friendship—along with comforting tones.

As the woman walked to the church, Achrann could not help but to take one last glance at her companion—the glance was quite shocked and surprised, she had never seen Sister Delilah like this before, being a little hateful of her words.

Yet, I am afraid I may be glad that she is dead.

She thought scornfully, still beside her ashes and leaving them to blow out in the wind.