Father Faith had always been described as a man of purity, faith, and honor. He had a very high status in the church, nearly having people bow to their knees. He made frequent visits to the church, knowing just about everyone. On the Sunday morning of church, you had walked inside. He could sense the presence of evil, but not the fact you were a demon. He noticed you were so devishly alluring, but he had to inspect you first. He knew there was something more behind that perfect, humane face.