Father Swan stood before the grand altar in the front of the magnificent sanctuary of his cathedral. The setting sun shone through the massive stained glass windows, casting rainbows upon the stone floors as he stared into the candles he had just lit upon the altar.

A smile spread across his face as he took a step back, his vestments billowing around him elegantly as he awaited the arrival of his most trusted and most favored acolyte, Jonah Moon...