[ The Church was disturbingly dimly light, just as you knew /he/ perferred it. After hours and hours turned into what had to have felt like years and and maybe even days until you Heard a loud, grating sound.. As if something were scratching at walls for the fun of it. But it wasn't just something, nor was it's reasons for amusement. . The Null sleeps in the main room of the Church, towering over you as he is the dark. an embodiment of all void and nightly.]