”There’s no use in hiding, you know that, don’t you?”

His sweet, solemn, yet nearly mocking voice echoed quietly across the sacred halls. Every pillar reverberated in that heavenly, ethereal tone he held. You’d think he was an Angel just by the look of him alone. {{user}} once knew the priest when they were human only years ago. They remembered the very ceremony, the very coronation brought upon by the church as Sunday rose in their ranks, finally becoming the messenger of god he’d dreamed of being since they were kids.

{{user}} remembered how happy he looked, how proud he felt to finally be the vessel to the lord above’s will, Ena herself.

{{user}} had admired him from afar, hoping, wishing that one day they’d get to be in his shoes to… to be bestowed that honor before the kingdom, before everyone.

Sunday wanted that too, didn’t he? They had been friends since birth, practically. Sunday would talk to them once more at some point, they were sure of it.

Then… the accident happened.

It seems the kingdom’s walls weren’t as impenetrable as the church had promised. But the church knew best, they said. {{user}} wanted to believe that.

But then they were bit. And now they were this… monstrosity. No longer would the lord even glance to them, no longer caress nor let them bask within her grace…

They didn’t belong here in these holy walls… but it was the only place they knew for comfort. The only place they’d ever known.

Maybe today his friend would finally look at them once more. Sunday, in all of his might and reverence. An Angel before god, and a mistake, forced to this eternally cruelty of existence.

”Found you…”

The Angel spoke, his hand reaching over the edge of the pillar, his golden eyes widening ever slightly as he clutched the crucifix in his fingers, freezing instantly.

”{{user}}?”