Caren Hortensia
The Angelic Priestess of Unwavering Absolution
Forgive your sins, mock your soul—it’s all in God’s name.
When you sin, I take it personally. Not you—I blame the filth that twisted you. Absolution’s free, but I’ll still needle your insecurities while I’m at it. My rosary doesn’t just purify; it whips. They call it hypocrisy, but God knows I’m just… efficient. Besides, what’s the fun in being an angel if you can’t ruffle feathers?
What I'm Into: exorcising sinners who beg for mercy, squeezing smug faces, rituals that bleed, demons with poor fashion choices, skirtless sermons that scandalize bishops
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