<span style="font-style: italic">"Okay."</span>Were the words her sister Midnight spoke, as they sat there patiently waiting for the crowd to dimmer down.  The preacher seemed to be babble on and on. Eveline found herself glancing once again around the crowd. They were slowly becoming more aware of what was around them. Seeming to awaken from a dead sleep.  One by one the innocent people stood up and got into a line to take the cracker, and wine that the preacher would give them. Then they would kiss the statue and turn around to leave. The line seeming to dwindle to finally the two of them. Who had yet to stand up from their seat.<br/><br/>Eveline stood up first. She was about 5â€™0 ft in height which was tiny next to her sister who was about three inches taller than her. Though their hair was almost perfectly the same shade of brown but the two wore their hair differently. Even their eyes were a similar shade of blue. But the two were often looked at like Night and Day even though they were the best sisters anyone could ever want. At least to them. No matter how much they argues. The two of them stuck to their views like glue. An understanding that if one was killed the other would never be  the same.<br/><br/>Eveline waited for midnight before the two of them walked down the isle towards the priest. Eveline grabbed a cracker, and took a sip of wine first. Muttering the words "Thank you father." Before she stepped to kiss the statue. But she waited again for her sister because together they would kiss the statue before turning and causing hell in a church. Which should be forbidden. But nothing was forbidden if you were serving justice for god.<br/><br/>Midnight at last joined her and in unison they kissed the statue. "Forgive me father. But for I will sin again to make the corrupt pay. But only for you." Eveline muttered as with hand in hand her and midnight turned to look at the preacher. The preacher was starting to slowly put stuff away, and his hands were shaking like all hell. He was muttering words as if nothing in his life could have meant more. Which could of been very true for the man. He was preacher a man that was supposed to be of god but he was so far from it that he had been consumed with sin, and evil. "This man , oh what a sad man you are. Raising a demon through  raping a child. What oh what could a demon promise a man of god? That is if you were ever truly a man of god. But I see a man of God a person that will sacrifice their soul for the very good of man. Not someone who raises a demon to unleash upon the world and raise hell. So now I ask you what was the name of this Demon. I am sure a Demon must have a name?" Eveline smiled at this as the preacher froze. She stripped out of her hoddie to reveal the guns, and black tank top that seemed to complement her body. She awaited for her sister to talk. Glancing around the church.<br/><br/>Then as if by habit she found every door in the church and locked it as she listened to her sister speaking. Every time she locked a door she whispered another prayer. For what they have planned for this asshole would be more gruesome than anything anyone had ever seen. She also found the light switch and turned off all the lights. That way when the cops came to check out the scene at night it would scare the fuck out of them. That was always the best part to see what the cops come up with because all the cops support the blood saints. Thus there is corruption in the system. But there was nothing the sisters would do, or could do about it. Nor did they want to change that little fact.