FLYING NUN: Decameron Minus 99
(mf, first, religous)
Story by "Uncle Mike" -
Photo by "Paperclip"
Introduction: Carlo sees an angel descending from the
skies; upon alighting, the angel becomes a nun; Carlo
tells the sister of the demon that besets him and she
helps him fight it; another day, the nun returns and
they do battle with his demon again; at last Carlo can
take the battles no more and sends the nun off to find
Know, then, that in the woods outside our city
lived a poor man, Carlo, some fifty years of age, who
eked out a bare existence farming the poor soil in a
small clearing he had made; and he had been married
once, but lost his woman to an itinerant tinsmith, who,
taking away Carlo's bedmate, condemned him to a life of
solitary pleasures, such as they were.
One day -- it being too early in the spring to
plant, and yet pleasant enough to tarry out of doors --
Carlo was sitting on a stool outside his little shack,
watching the clouds roll past the small opening in the
trees that surrounded him, when a bit of movement
captured his eye, and he, looking at it, rubbed them
for a moment. An angel! Or so it appeared, for as the
vision drew nearer he could see that it had something
of the manner of a human, in a robe, but truly there
were wings, for it was flying through the sky!
Still lower the vision came, and now Carlo could
see more clearly through his rheumy eyes, and the angel
had an angel's face, round, like a cherub in the old,
thick Bible on his top shelf; when it drew still
nearer, though, it appeared this angel wore shoes.
At last the vision drew very near, and the angel
seemed to be verily a fallen one, for its hands were
flailing and its feet nearly touched the treetops; it
cleared them, though, and the angel descended into the
clearing, landing but a few feet from Carlo's stool,
he having risen to greet the apparition.
But greeting it, Carlo was hushed, for the angel
told him she was, indeed, not an angel, but rather a
nun from the nearby convent; she explaining further
that the wings were those of her habit; she having
been perhaps the lightest ever to wear the habit, it
was found that a stiff wind could render her airborne,
but she had not fully mastered the art of flight and
sometimes was forced to land whither she could, rather
than whither she would.
Carlo heard her words, and understood, but still
marveled at the sight; then a twinkle in his eye
appeared, and he addressed her thus, saying, "Be you
not an angel, still you may be sent by one, for I have
a demon that I cannot slay. Perhaps you were sent to
be my strength."
The angel, who calleth herself Sister Bertrille,
expressed puzzlement at the nature of this demon, for
though she was but still young she had listened to the
words of the old and she did not believe demons still
roamed the land.
But, lo, he told her, his demon did not roam, but
had entered Carlo's own body, and tormented him day and
night; whereupon he pointed to his lap, and truly
Sister Bertrille could see that something had taken
possession of the man, for a large bulge had appeared
there and was growing as she watched.
"This is my demon," Carlo told her, "and a wicked
demon it is, for it issues forth from me and I must
battle it, trying to force it back in, lest it erupt
and take with it my very soul; but it resisteth my
struggle, and only after much toil can I subdue it.
Alas, I grow weak, for I have not the strength of the
young, nor the grace of the godly."
"Tell me what is required, and I will battle your
demon for you," the nun said; and thus Carlo told her,
drawing forth the demon from his pants and laying it
in his lap.
"Oh," Sister Bertrille said, "surely I can see it
is a demon, for it has but one eye, and that an evil
"Yes," Carlo told her, "but we shall vanquish it
and force its bile to issue forth, and I shall have
And so, following his instruction, Sister Bertrille
grasped the demon in her soft hands, which had never
known hard work, and Carlo said that it was good;
whereupon he urged her to push the demon into him, and
she attempteth to do so by pressing down on the head,
but the demon was cunning, and resisteth, and Carlo
cried out in pain, and said the demon was too strong,
but might be conquered by another method.
Whereupon Sister Bertrille began to rub her hands
up and down the demon's length; it grew longer, and
thicker, and seemed to stiffen, but Carlo said that he
felt it was working, and urged her continue. Which she
did, rubbing her hands mightily until Carlo began to
groan, and she would stop; but he urged her on, through
gritted teeth, and she did, and the demon at last
leaped in her hands, and issued forth its bile, and
Thus did Sister Bertrille conquer Carlo's demon,
for which he thanked her mightily, but she being a
modest nun, declined his thanks, and a stiff wind now
coming through the trees, she lifted off and flew away.
Two weeks later Carlo was in his small garden,
tilling the hard soil and cursing his loneliness, when
a voice from above summoned him; he looked up, swallow-
ing his curse and beseeching the Deity for forgiveness,
but seeing a familiar shape, grew silent; for Sister
Bertrille was slipping down through the overhanging
branches again, and drifted to a landing nearby.
Greetings they exchanged; Sister Bertrille asked
after his demon, and, alas, Carlo had to admit the
demon had returned and troubled him even then; where-
upon, looking down, the nun could see that it was true.
So she led him to the stool and bid him issue forth the
demon, that she might battle it again, for she had said
special prayers that the victory be hers.
But Carlo said he feared her hands were too soft
and her arms too weak for the demon, who was strong and
hard and had survived many battles and many temporary
defeats; still, he suggested, there might be hope if
the good sister were willing to try another means; she
being indeed willing, Carlo issued forth the demon, and
truly it was fierce of appearance that day.
Then he bade the nun remove her underclothing, for,
he said, she had a weapon which might slay this demon,
mighty as it was, and that weapon was beneath her, in
a holy place; whereupon she did so, removing her many
layers underneath, but leaving on the habit above;
until, prepared, Carlo instructed her to approach him,
that he might ready her weapon for combat.
And he did so, inserting his fingers into her holy
place and moving them about until he deemed her ready;
then she moved upon him, and he held his demon steady,
that it might not escape, and she took the demon into
But the demon resisted, as she told Carlo, and
would not enter all the way; whereupon he warned her
that the demon might bite, but she, saying that she
feareth not the demon's bite, bid them try further,
and they did.
The demon then did bite her, and Sister Bertrille
cried forth; still, she said, her pain was but small
price for Carlo's salvation; he, agreeing, began to
help her battle the demon, and they battled forth for
many minutes, Sister Bertrille rising and falling on
the demon's shaft, trying to force it back into Carlo;
and truly he said, the battle was going well; for he
could feel her weapon plunging down upon his demon and
it was good; Sister Betrille said it was good for her,
too; until at last he cried out, and truly Sister
Bertrille felt the demon's bile enter her, and it was
Just a few days later, while Carlo was planting
seeds, he noticed a shadow on the ground, and looking
up, saw that it was his angel descending again; where-
upon Sister Bertrille inquired about his demon, and
finding that it had not left, did not seem unduly
upset, but bid him prepare her to battle it again.
And so they did, and mightily, and the next day,
and the day after that; when came a day that Sister
Bertrille arrived, and the demon would not issue forth,
but lay small and shriveled on Carlo's lap, and it
seemed the battle was won; but, seeing the disappoint-
ment on the good sister's face, Carlo said he suspected
the demon was merely tired, but not beaten.
Sister Bertrille said that in that case it would be
best to continue the struggle; Carlo, agreeing, told
her she must call it forth, and perhaps it would do
battle, and she agreed. So he instructed her to take
the demon into her mouth, and draw it forth, and again,
and again, and lo! soon the demon did indeed come
forth, and thicken, and grow long and hard, and the nun
They battled the demon that day; indeed, three
times did Sister Bertrille battle the demon, until at
last Carlo called enough; yet still he had to promise
the nun that she could return anew the next day to
continue the struggle.
She did, and the day after that, and the next, and
Carlo despaired, for the demon was indeed weakened, and
so was Carlo; whereupon the good sister's attempts to
call forth the demon availeth not, though mightily she
tried, and taxed the poor man's vitality; until at last
he declared that she had won.
His demon was beaten; but, he said, it might
return, and the good sister should be so kind as to
return every week just to make sure. Which she agreed
forthwith, but still looked downcast, and asked if it
might not be safer to come every day, or at least every
other; but Carlo said no.
And yet she tarried, and he took pity; whereupon he
told her that other men had demons too, and saw her
eyes brighten; and he told her that young men, boys
even, had especially powerful demons, that needed
battling many times a day.
Sister Bertrille was glad, and her joy shone forth,
and she flew away, promising to return in a week's time.
Would we all have such guardian angels watching over