Sister Chastity, The Madonnafvcker

In a sleepy convent a triptych of carvings of Mother Mary were unveiled to the sisters. The Annunciation, the manger, the pieta. These 3 views of the holiest of mothers overawed the nuns, but one was struck much deeper than the rest.

This young nun, who had taken the name Chastity with her vows, was wrackt with esctatic visions of Mary. When she should have been deep asleep instead she was paralyzed by the grandeur of Mary, & Mary bid her servitude.

The instructions were innocuous to begin with, & the rewards the statues showered young Chastity with set her soul ablaze. Soon she began to dread parting from the Mothers' divine gaze for even a second, & her apparent fervour was soon noticed by the other sisters.

Deeper still the orders flowed, & Chastity obeyed joyously. Only now she had other young nuns following her own instructions, sure of Chastity's holiness.

It was far too late when the Abbess came across the scene of a disgusting Black Mass before the now defiled statues, lascivious acts between sisters echoing off the high steepled ceilings.

It was all the Abbess could do to flee & summon the Witchhunters, but to no avail.

The red glow in the night foretold the grim conflagration consuming the convent.

In the smouldering ruins lay only a few charred bodies of the sisters, far less than were cavorting in their orgy of violence & lust. Deeper still the roof had collapsed to create a red hot tomb encasing the site of the Mass.

The Witchhunters listened, aghast, as vile rites reached their climax, but were too late to ready themselves for battle. The awful amalgamation of flesh, gilded steel, bronze & marble burst forth from its womb with a deadly graceful pirouette & silently speared each of the holy men upon its estocs, deftly batting away any attempt at self defence with its parrying daggers, more swords in size.

But it was the flail that curdled all hope in the Abbess' heart. Nude & groaning in their binding torment were sisters who could see through Chastity's devices. Now they swung from an unholy pillar, beautifully arcing towards the Abbess.

Free of all her mortal attachments & forever intertwinned with her beloved Marys Chastity ravaged the lands of Christendom on her long & twisted path to the hellmouth, & hundreds of years later the faithful still whisper of the Mother of Thorns.

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A new Fallen Saint to pair with my Lust aligned forces. I'm very pleased with this sculpt, it took a while to complete but I think the end result speaks for itself. The concept was a light & graceful abomination that leapt & pirouetted throughout No Man's Land, it would strike with one estoc, use the momentum to swing its flail at anything it couldn't pierce, & then follow up with a second estoc strike a it spun.
That combined with a nun falling in sapphic love with a statue of Mary sealed the deal on the concept.
My other Fallen Saint is one of my most popular sculpts, but I hope this one steals your heart too.

I've hollowed out the sculpt to improve its structural stability, & I'm also providing a version with the leg tapped & ready for a piece of reinforcing wire in case your resin choice is softer than mine.

Please leave me your thoughts & comments, I love to see them!