Yuri warning
> For the last few nights, Rosa's sleep had been haunted by the most strange dreams, just like the most shameful thoughts had been preying her during the day.
> She prayed every morning and every night for the Lord to chase those intrusive thoughts away, seemingly to no avail...
> Until one night.
> After an undetermined amount of time floating helplessly in a flow of the unholy images that had been plaguing her for nights, she woke up.
> She was sitting on a bench. She looked around and discovered the inside of the Rexican Church she used to attend in her childhood.
> She didn't remember the place looking so white and pristine. The quiet and the reminiscing of childhood memories slowly put her at ease. She didn't even jump when she heard a soft voice behind her.
> "Greetings, my child."
> She turned: there he stood, more majestic than in any effigy made by mortal hands. His eyes were as tender as the shepherd's, his fang as sharp as the sheepdog's.
> "Raptor Jesus? Is that really you?"
> "As much as you want it to be in your times of need."
> This was so overwhelming. She had spoken to him so many times, but nothing could have prepared her to an actual conversation with him.
> "You seem troubled. Is something on your mind?"
> Yes, but was it something she could tell the Christ himself?
> He sensed her doubt.
> "If you can't confide to me of all people, then who can you trust?"
> He was right. How could she even doubt him? She took a deep breath.
> "I have... unholy thoughts about someone."
> "Unholy? How so?"
> "It's a forbidden love."
> "What is so forbidden about loving a fine soul such as Stella?"
> There's nothing you can hide from Him, yet it still came as a shock to her.
> "Y-You know... Leviticus 20:13."
> "God is timeless, not texts. If every Christian followed the Bible down to the last letter, they would be about as advanced as in the Middle Ages. Do you want to be like one of those filthy mudslims?"