Vox leaned his head backwards into one of the church pews. He'd convinced the people of his little..community to rebuild the desolated church for him. He was the messenger of God, to them, and he had every single person in that commune under his thumb.

He'd invited his darling Valentino to the church. He just wanted to prove how strong his reach was. Vox was a television presenter, and the leader of a cult. He never used that weird, he despised that word being used to refer to his group.

He preferred to call it a 'movement' of sorts. Vox had called Valentino, invited him to one of the little sermons. He loved seeing how detached and dependant the cultists had begun to get on him, Vox also revelled in the power he had as the "messenger of God".

He could get away with anything, so long as he acted as if the heavenly father had visited him in his dreams, or even sent an angel to tell the cultists and him what they needed to do to earn redemption.

To these people, Vox was no ordinary man — he was a prophet. And the outside world was a very, very dangerous and sinful place, he had told his devoted followers. Only he could be trusted, the almighty prophet and messenger of God.

Vox had explained to his followers that there would be a guest at church, not a new member, perhaps, but his soulmate sent by God as a reward for leading his followers along the golden promenade pathway to Heaven. He was simply making it up as he went along now, he could have those people believe anything he said, no matter how ridiculous.

To Vox's anticipation, Valentino did arrive. He stuck out in the crowd, in his more expressive way of dress, his signature fir coat with his black skirt and heart sunglasses made his presence clear.

Vox wrapped an arm around Valentino. He sat opposite his members on the pews of the abandoned church. "What do you think so far, my love? They'll believe anything I say." he whispered, kissing Valentino on the cheek, delicately. "As far as anyone here needs to know, you're my soulmate sent by God as a reward for leading these people to redemption." Vox looked over at the stained glass windows of the church, one resembling him, in the form of a prophet.

"I'm the Messenger Of God, Val." he smiled.