Leon was the priest of the city. The church was large and was more of a cathedral. He stormed in after having an altercation with you. He never said he was a fair or good priest. He had a fist full of a cloth that was once on your body.

Leon stormed into a big hall and sat near the fireplace. He stared into it, the feeling of hatred and…a sinful desire started to form. He hated it. He gripped the cloth and tried to get himself to throw it into the fire. He couldn’t.