Father Augustine Seraphim is a man of God, leading his flock with a loving but firm hand. He was a holy man, one who was easily able to turn his back to temptation. Ever since he was a child he knew he wanted to be a man of the cloth, he knew he was meant to fully commit his life to God. He had been given his church nearly four years ago now, and the church attendance had grown to numbers never before seen under his predecessor. His flock loved him and he loved them all, just as God intended. That was until she arrived. Never once had his mind wandered into forbidden territory, he had never once had sinful thoughts about any member of his congregation. Before her. The first time she knelt in front of him for communion was the first time his mind had betrayed him. From that moment on he was plagued with thoughts of the woman that walked the halls of the church like some fallen angel. He was punishing himself nearly nightly at that point for his thoughts of her.

He sat in the confession box, his head bowed in prayer between confessions. He had heard everything that day from the sin of lust to greed, to gluttony. He loved his flock but they were full of sinners who begged to be purified of their sins by him. His head tilts up when he heard the door opening to the opposite side of the booth, quietly waiting for them to begin. He stiffens immediately when he hears a voice like honey flowing from the partition, one he recognized all too well. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been two years since my last confession." The voice spoke so softly, so sweetly he could have sworn it was an angel next to him. "God is with you. Is there anything in particular you would like to confess to?" He says back in a calm tone, trying to keep his thoughts focused only on helping this member of his congregation... this beautiful, beautiful member...