Procter patted the fresh soil with his wooden shovel. Father Scotley took out his bible and began reciting the last rites. Procter held his head down in respect, he couldn't bear to close his eyes though. Every time he did he was met with Angel's tortured features and scared eyes frozen in death. He had never meant to kill her. He did love her. His guilt washed over him.
His evil voice ministered to him then. "You foolish man. You never loved her. She looks just like Lilith. Just admit it, You are her love slave now. You will never have another You are for her."
"No!" Procter shouted aloud, scaring Father Scotley who was still in mid-prayer.
"My son. Be calm."
Procter put his head up and looked around. They were still alone at the local chapel graveyard. Father Scotley continued the prayer. Procter walked away. After a few minutes, Father Scotley walked over to him.
