Let’s see how John deals with Jennifer

When you arrive at Jennifer’s room, you don’t even knock. You simply open the door and step over the plate with food Angelica left behind.
On the other side of the door, Jennifer is still sitting on her bed, in the corner of the room. She turns to you, surprised that someone entered her room without permission. The bags under her eyes show she has barely slept last night.
“What are you doing in my room?!” The teenage nun yells. “Get out!”
“Listen, girl!” You say angrily. “You seem to keep forgetting that I own this building now! I can have you thrown out any time I want! Hell, by this time I wouldn’t mind throwing you out myself! So, raise your voice against me like that one more time and you can look forward to spending the next night out on the street!”
As you are yelling, Jennifer’s anger quickly disappears and is replaced by fear. She even backs away from you. Crawling across her bed until she is trapped in the corner of her room. All of a sudden, you no longer see Jennifer as the little brat she’s been acting like. Perhaps that Jennifer was nothing more than a mask the whole time. Maybe you are finally looking at the real Jennifer now. A scared little girl.
You turn back to the door to pick up the plate of food left behind by Angelica. After closing the door, you walk over to Jennifer and place the plate on her bed.
“This was brought by Angelica.” You say sternly. “She thought the reason you didn’t show up for lunch was because you were sick or something. She was worried about you. Imagine how she will feel when I tell her you are just acting up.”
“Acting up?” Jennifer says as her anger returns. “You have no idea what you are talking about. You don’t know ANYTHING about me!”
You then lean forward and tell calmly the nun, “Then how about you tell me.”

“It all started early in the war.” Jennifer explains. “I was living peacefully with my mom and dad at home until we heard a siren. Your side was performing an air attack. We hurried to our basement for shelter, but suddenly there was a big explosion and my home fell to pieces.”
The nun tries to tell her story calmly, but her eyes and voice can’t hide the anger bottled up inside her.
“It took rescue workers a whole day do dig me out of the rubble.” Jennifer continues as her voice starts to quaver. “They brought me to a hospital and the day after, I learned both my parents were dead.”
Jennifer takes a deep breath and rubs a tear from her eye, then continues her story.
“As soon as I was able to walk, I packed whatever food and money I could get and started running. As far from the battle lines as I could. Our army was quick to push into your country, so I didn’t have to go far to feel safe. But even if I tried, I couldn’t. You’d be surprised how quickly you run out of food and money when you’re fleeing. So, when I was nearly starving, I knocked on the doors of this nunnery and asked for sanctuary.”
As Jennifer starts talking about her stay in the nunnery she starts calming down.
“The women here were friendly. Siara was strict but welcoming, Angelica is the kindest person I have ever met, and although being a bit distant Miryam eventually came around as well.”
“So, you decided to stay with these nuns and become one yourself?” You ask.
“I had planned to just stay a few days and then keep on moving.” Jennifer replies. “But they made me feel so safe. Especially since Angelica … Well, we quickly became friends. I felt they could keep me safe and maybe I could learn to become like them. You know, be a better person and all that.”
You notice that Jennifer almost spilled the beans on Angelica being a nephilim but managed to stop herself before doing so.
Then anger returns to Jennifer’s face as she says, “Then you came.”
“This is gona be interesting.” You think to yourself.
“First you cause our soldiers to be pushed back to our borders and bring the war closer. Then you defeated the soldiers come to protect my new home. Then you fill it with both the demons and soldiers that bombed my first home. And now …” Then the anger in Jennifer’s face melts away and is slowly replaced by great sadness. “Now you are turning my friends into demons like yourself. First Miryam, then Siara. I used to look up to these women and you made them betray me!”
Tears start flowing freely from Jennifer’s eyes. The teenage nun wipes them away, but they just keep coming.
“I was so happy that when I found a new home. Now it’s being taken away from me all over again. So yes, I am acting up. But you know what? I feel I have a good fucking reason for doing so!”

You are happy Jennifer told you all of this. At least now you know the problems she gave you don’t originate from anger. Her anger is a mask. What has really taken control over her is fear. Now that you have this knowledge, you think you can finally deal with her.
“You have every right to view my side as the bad guys.” You calmly tell Jennifer. “You have lost a lot because of us and you have every right to be angry. Then again, I too have a right to be angry at your side for I was made to lose something important as well.”
You don’t want Jennifer to just sit there and listen to you, like a child being preached to by her parent. You want her to at least participate a little in this conversation. Even if it is just to make her feel she’s not being preached to.

After a short silence Jennifer speaks up and asks, “Who did you lose?” between her sniffles.
“My mother.” You say. “You’re not the only one to have her family killed in this war. I want through it as well.”
“But … you only lost your mother.” Jennifer replies.
“True, but that is only because she was all I had. You have at least known your father, I never have.”
“How so?” Jennifer asks as she finishes rubbing the tears off her cheeks.
“My dad is a devil. A type of high demons, just like Sariel, except she is a female version. This class of demons is known to dislike being summoned. Sometimes they even end up killing their summoner over it. When my mother was about your age, she summoned my father by accident. So instead of making demands of him, she apologized to him by offering her body.”
Jennifer rolls her eyes and says, “So, your mom was a slut?”
You could get angry at her for that, but that wouldn’t help you. Rather, it would set you back. Instead you keep your composure and continue your story.
“Imagine you had to choose between letting a devil have you for 1 night or accept a painful ****? Would you really consider sacrificing the many decades of life you still have ahead of you as acceptable? Wouldn’t you rather have that one night over with so you can keep on living for many more years?”
Jennifer’s only reply was to pout while looking away from you. To you this is her admitting that if she was in your mother’s place, she would have done the same. Though perhaps a bit less enthusiastically. She just doesn’t want to say it.
“At any rate, after that night my father went back to hell and never returned. But he did leave my mother with a gift. Nine months later I came into this world. She had some help from her cultist friends, but she mostly raised me by herself.”
“Sounds like she was a strong woman.” Jennifer says.

You pick up some food from the plate Angelica brought and offer it to Jennifer. The young nun grabs the food and takes a small bite from it.
“It certainly wasn’t easy. Since I was half demon, she figured I might be born with horns. Hence why she had to give birth to me in secret. Good thing too because I really did have horns already.”
“Oh my god.” Jennifer suddenly snickers. “I just imagined you as baby with tiny horns.”
“I would show you some pictures.” You say. “But all of those were destroyed in the war.”
“So, what happened then?” Jennifer asks.
You take a deep breath and your expression darkens.
“Then soldiers from your country came to the town we lived at, captured my mother, and killed her. And just like that, I no longer had anyone. No family, no friends … I was alone.”
You make sure to leave a moment of silence so Jennifer can feel the weight of your words. You don’t want to tell her outright that you and her are quite similar. That you joining the war and fight against her people was nothing more than you acting up in a different way than she is now. If you tell her, she will be very likely to reflexively reject it. If instead you let her come to the realization herself, she would be far more accepting of it.

Jennifer breaks the awkward silence by asking, “Is that when you started fighting us?”
“Yes.” You admit. “Before that day, I was just a civilian. Hoping to wait out the war and not get caught in between. But when my mother got killed, I got proven how wrong I was. That is when I summoned my army of demons and fought back against the soldiers of your country. I didn’t do it for glory, power or even ideology. I just wanted to avenge the **** of my mother.”
Again, you are silent and wait for Jennifer to respond.
“When you were fighting, did you cause civilians to die?”
“I never ordered it.” You say. “In fact, I sometimes came across pockets of enemy soldiers who were using their own civilians as shields. When that happened, I always wracked my brain to try and find a way to defeat my opponents without civilian casualties. But while I tried to avoid it as much as I could, I can’t say I was always successful.”
Strangely, this time you didn’t have to lie at all. Not even a little. What you told her just now was the absolute truth.
Jennifer slowly nods as she takes in your words. Then she says, “You’re a much better person that I thought you were. I’m sorry for having been such a bitch.”
“Don’t talk about yourself that way.” You tell her. “Like you said, you had a reason to be a pain in my ass.”
You hoped that last sentence would get Jennifer to laugh. You were happy when she snickered.

“I’m sorry about your mother.” Jennifer says when she’s done laughing. “I thought the soldiers from my side were heroes who would just fight enemy soldiers and leave the civilians alone. But I guess there are monsters on both sides.”
“For what it’s worth, I am sorry about your parents as well.” You tell Jennifer. “I was not yet fighting, but the actions of those soldiers did represent my country and it was wrong.”
“Thanks.” Jennifer says as her eyes start tearing up again. “It … helps hearing that from the other side.”
You are surprised at how much calmer and docile Jennifer is now. She has been the most disagreeable of the nuns. Yet now it has been a while since she yelled at or insulted you.
“But what about Miryam and Siara.” Jennifer then asks. “Why did you give them horns?”
You shrug and say, “Because they asked me to.”
Now that’s a lie. They never asked you. Not to become corrupted anyways. But you believe these nuns are not likely to tell their non-horned counterparts about the unchaste behavior. So, it should be safe to lie about it.
“Are you going to give me any horns?” Jennifer asks.
You smile at her and say, “If you ask me to.”
Jennifer returns a smile and says, “I’ll pass. I’ve got anything I want. Except maybe …”
You cock your head and ask, “Except what?”
Jennifer grabs a cup from the plate and says, “It’s nothing.” After which she starts drinking.
“Even if it’s just a minor thing, I’m sure that I can help you with it.” You say.
Your answer makes Jennifer snicker again, which stops her from drinking.
“I’m sure you’d love to help out with that, but no. Not on your life.” Jennifer says.
You remain silent and continue staring at Jennifer, trying your best to make her feel uncomfortable for keeping the secret.
Jennifer soon relents and says, “Ok, fine, I’ll tell.”