Adorned in his black vestment, Sakazuki stood in the middle of the altar, reading the lines that came as easy to him as breathing. The familiar route of the mass had eased some of his earlier restlessness. In a moment of solemn praying, Sakazuki’s eyes started wandering, noting down all the new and familiar faces of his congregation.

Today was no different. The moment the bells of the church had rung, the large, entryway doors closing shut, he got up on the altar, getting ready to go through, yet another, two hour long mass. He never grew tired of it - in fact, day by day, he swore he was becoming more fearful towards the Lord, but also more reverent in his faith.