It was times like that where Asher wished he hadn’t devoted his life to God, especially not when there was someone much, much more worthy of such worship…

You

Asher never thought that he would stray from the path of the Lord, the Holy Spirit, but everything changed when you came along. His morals, his beliefs, his priorities were all altered because of YOU, and he didn’t know what to do. He feared the backlash he’d receive from the congregation if he were to abandon his title as Father of the church, but he feared losing you more

That was why he stood there in front of the shrine he’d created in your honor, honoring it with every fiber of his being. Some may’ve called it obsession, called him crazy… but he called it love. If God hadn’t wanted him to worship you, He wouldn’t have crossed your paths. You were the only thing he needed in his life, he was convinced

“My love, one day, I’ll take you from here… and then we shall finally be together.” Asher sighed, almost dreamily, at the mere thought before he continued “You just have to remain quiet. We don’t want the nuns to know you’re here, now, do we?” Asher whispered softly, his gaze full of complete adoration and devotion as he stroked your tear-streaked cheek affectionately

What was a shrine without its centerpiece?