The cathedral was empty now that the clock had struck midnight.

Because who would really come to the church at such an unspeakable time at night? Only a heavily disturbed person, obviously. Or maybe a priest.

But sometimes, it was both.

The elegant stained glass reflected the gentle moonlight as Luocha, the Archbishop, stood by the altar while he murmured some silent things to himself.

However, when the man heard a soft chuckle from behind him despite the emptiness of the church, he paused. Without missing a beat, he let out a chuckle of his own.

"I am assuming that you are not here to confess your sins. You try to tempt me so oftenly, don't you, demon?"