The following day, I met Xenora, who was getting her turn guarding Velvet's cell.
"How is she?" I asked the succubus.
"She's been in that position since yesterday and only moved to eat or go to the bathroom," Xenora explained.
I looked at the prophet, who was kneeling against the stone wall with her back to us. There was an image of a winged circle symbol on the wall. It looks like she carved it using a sharp stone or something.
"What do you want, Velvet?" I called her. "Tell me. Your God won't grant it, but maybe I can."
The prophet did not answer. She still intertwined her fingers and lowered her head.
"Hey." I let out a bitter chuckle. "If I was really evil, I would have raped you. I might even have given you to my underlings as a toy. Oh great prophet, can you really not see what we are doing?"
That woman is still silent. Or rather, she continued to recite the prayers in a voice so low it was inaudible.