Damnation

I was wrong. It got worse, but in a completely different way than I had feared.

I could feel the man behind me changing. He became more sinewy, more muscular. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw—oh, heaven help me!—enormous horns growing out of his forehead.

A demon.

What was going on? I was so pure of heart. There was no woman more worthy of being ordained as a priestess. Where was the sin that had led me to such damnation?