Post by DestinyJoyHope on Feb 15, 2016 17:51:13 GMT -5
Reverend Mateus
The fallen angel was half-expecting being struck dead upon stepping foot in the threshold of a church. At the small revelation of being allowed in, Eve began a slow parade down the aisle and absorbed the grandness around her. It was a much more elegant place of worship than her ward’s old parish, the early day’s light shining through the golden glass windows and lightly illuminating the gothic decor around herself. She had to admit, this was the greatest Christian grandeur she had ever seen in person, but at the same time… it felt more like an untouchable display than a home.
Rubbing her arm, her procession continued down until about halfway to the altar, not having the nerve to approach any closer to the God she had outright defied and abandoned; not when she still felt the same about her choice at this moment as she had those months ago. Eve placed her hand on the pew and leaned against it, observing the altar from afar. Her fixation on it almost made her miss the sound of a door opening and closing gracefully, and she saw the priest make his way into the church. The sight of demon horns and blue flames were somewhat offsetting for a Reverend devoted to God.
Nonetheless, the angel fixed her posture and waved at him. “Is this your church?” She asked politely, cocking her head as she normally does when questioning people.
The fallen angel was half-expecting being struck dead upon stepping foot in the threshold of a church. At the small revelation of being allowed in, Eve began a slow parade down the aisle and absorbed the grandness around her. It was a much more elegant place of worship than her ward’s old parish, the early day’s light shining through the golden glass windows and lightly illuminating the gothic decor around herself. She had to admit, this was the greatest Christian grandeur she had ever seen in person, but at the same time… it felt more like an untouchable display than a home.
Rubbing her arm, her procession continued down until about halfway to the altar, not having the nerve to approach any closer to the God she had outright defied and abandoned; not when she still felt the same about her choice at this moment as she had those months ago. Eve placed her hand on the pew and leaned against it, observing the altar from afar. Her fixation on it almost made her miss the sound of a door opening and closing gracefully, and she saw the priest make his way into the church. The sight of demon horns and blue flames were somewhat offsetting for a Reverend devoted to God.
Nonetheless, the angel fixed her posture and waved at him. “Is this your church?” She asked politely, cocking her head as she normally does when questioning people.
