A sharp hitched breath came from the Reverend. The sting that came with the burn a reminder that the flesh he wore on his bones was in fact his own. The muscles tensing up reminded him he was more human than god now.

The office had been dark, now only the light from the fireplace illuminated each and every book and Rapture Script. Matthias sat before the flame with his robe discarded down his torso, near in a trance like state.