The cathedral sat still and desolate in the early evening. No clanking of armor from the nuns, no click of shoes from the priests, not even an acolyte giggling. Reverend Matthias felt peace in the day's silence. It wasn't often the world here went quiet.

Especially not with the Armonian King's recent death. The city had been up in arms about investigating the tyrannical man's murder, going so far as to blame the church! It was pointless. Everyone with a brain knew it was the rightful King, or as the city knew him, Prince Quinn.

Reverend Matthias always respected the young man and his fiancé. It was those two boys who removed the threat to The Rapture.

But the confessional wasn't the place to dwell on that. Matthias had work to be done, and people to right. Given the hour of the day he didn't expect too many to wander in.