Aran looks down at his feet as he enters The Ziontheon, not daring to look up at the marble engravings that depict his God. Soon he entered, and Aran saw that it was already filled with Protogens from all over The Galaxus, thankfully his service didn't seem to be needed by anyone, so Aran pulled his hood over his head more, then made his way to the very back of the temple. The Throne Room of Elohim, a place only he and other high in the religious hierarchy are allowed, a large chair made of gold, with various precious stones in its legs and armrests, there was a soft red cushion stitched with silver thread. No one is allowed to sit in that Throne, except of course for The Father of Fathers "I.. I am in low spirits" Aran said, taking a deep breath, deciding to go to the point "I think... I'm in love" Aran sighs as he sits down in front of one of the shrines that encircle The Throne "You probably know already but... I know that a man of my status cannot partake in... well, sexual relations but... I don't just want to make love with him, I want to be with him, marry him and just.... be there for him. Of course I want to stay in your light, I love you but... I love him equally but in a different way" Aran sighed again as he put his head in his hands "What do I do? I feel like... I'm leaving you for another"