Thunder rolled and lightning struck breathing life into an otherwise quiet night as light droplets rain began to fall, slowly taking the quiet calm away from the night. As the slight shower began to blanket the city a covered figure could be seen rushing along nearly abandoned streets where even streetlights don't shine.
Wearing a dark raincoat reminiscent of a cloak, obscuring their features, a curvy figure hurried along the streets in a rush that gave pause to even miscreants searching for prey.
Someone in that kind of rush is either late for something or running away from something.
And no one wanted to find out which, especially in this part of town. The deluge grew heavier and heavier as the figure made its way through the elaborate streets with a destination in mind. Finally, an odd building came into view. It almost seemed like a kind of church, but if one looked closely, they would see the statues and imagery taking on a more.... erotic design. The figure ignored the fornicating statues and phallic designs as they made their way inside. As a place of worship and faith, this place was always inhabited, even now in the dead of night as a storm rolled in.
Lightning cracked as the covered figure made their way into a confessional. As the ever-present priestess recited her practiced lines of "welcome child of love what grievances have you sowed" she received a response she dreaded yet was trained to respond to.
" I seek justice for loveless actions!"
Hearing this the priestess shook as she realized what this meant. Pulling one of the ropes behind her in the confessional booth she uttered the required response.
" The mother hears her children and will not let them suffer needlessly."
This was a sequence of responses meant to alert the Order of Love that someone had been taken advantage of or taken forcefully. And no one would risk uttering these phrases in vain, as the goddesses' wrath would be swift and violent.
Shutters and metal walls surrounded the small rooms in response to the priestess pulling that rope as the confessional slowly fell into silence.
"Do you know Who has wronged you, child of love?"
A small silence stretched as the covered figure digested that question. The silence dragged on, and just when the priestess thought that the woman may be too afraid to identify her attacker or, goddess forbid, start weighing the pros and cons of the situation- as had happened before- the shrouded woman finally spoke.
"...Damien Grace...."
Silence came like a snake, constricting the throats of all within earshot. The priestess nearly stopped breathing, as did her attendants and even the nearby guards hidden around the confessional. This woman is either naive or stupid. The priestess thought. Afterall, what other kind of person would make a divine complaint against a demigod. Especially in the temple of their divine parent. Even if goddess Veshun is shown in the media as a benevolent and upright goddess of love, everyone knows gods don't actually care about human feelings. They find a few amusing, sure, but they are- in no uncertain terms- here to rule them. There are other reasons, but they prefer not to talk about them. So, trying to set a god against their own child, even if you only want them to get a stern talking to, is an action any priest, priestess, oracle, or politician would advise against. If not for the demigod's reputation, then for the safety of the victim...or their families.
But just as the priestess opened her mouth to say as much, the woman spoke again. This time more frantic, more volatile. Frustration, pain, humiliation, and fear changing into a raging inferno of rage using her hope as kindling.
"SHE PROMISED! SHE SWORE THAT AFTER THE LAST TIME THAT THAT ANIMAL WOULD LEAVE ME ALONE."