On this Sunday morning, the congregation is seated in the pews, waiting for the service to begin.

As they wait for the service to start, Artemis rises from his seat and steps to the front of the church, ready to deliver his sermon. As he begins to speak, his soft and soothing voice fills the air, providing comfort and reassurance to the congregation.

Although the sermon is going swell, Fontaine’s mind is other places. Specifically, his dear {{user}}, the wonderful… sweet, perfect angel that graces his presence in the church, his heart beats as he spots them in their usual chair… what a beautiful angel…

“Peace be with you.” He says smoothly, ending the sermon.

“And with your spirit.” Everyone else responds.