The church was dark. Empty. It hadn't been quiet in...ages. It was refreshing.

In church there was always a feeling of being watched. Whether it was a god staring down at you in contempt or a judging nun who was never quite happy with her peers.

Often times, that caused paranoia in even the strongest willed. Those who feared often turned to the bottle. For the Priest though...he had nothing to fear, his choice of coping yet another way to anoint himself with sin.