Cathedral of Radiant Concord

@♅ Bible (( HOLY - this was such a great read!!! I'm gonna reply underneath, I'm sorry I didn't respond earlier ))

Dove stopped walking upon the angels words, as he revealed his final trump card. He offered her power and favor. He offered her the choice to join the gods in crusade. He offered his hand... The angel saw something that she also saw. A hope, that though the angel thought what "The Eye", she knew as to be the heart of the people. Heleo could be saved...problem was everyone had different means to get it.

And like that, your presence was gone. The lights all went out with a woosh of your wings, and the space was once again empty, leaving the question as if there was never anyone here in the first place to answer prayers. The wolf turned around, to be sure that the spirit had gone. 'It certainly didn't waste time...' she rolled her shoulders back. This wasn't a safe space to think on her own. She had one month to give her soul over to The Eye...or stay within her bounds. It seemed obvious what to choose...and yet was there even a choice if she wanted change to begin?

She turned back around, making it to the large cathedral door, pushing it away from her body and slipping out into the dark night where the moon hung with the stars. '....' she simply thought, before walking about towards the forest, to which there she could find some solitude.

@☾ Dove Cameron [Sorry it took me so long to response. But I really wanted something great to come out of this. You don't have to mirror the length. I just wanted to give you a fun read. Thank you for your patience and happy reading! :)]

The cathedral hummed with a sacred stillness, the candlelight reflecting in the ornate silver filigree of the altar, dancing shadows along the intricate stained-glass windows. Outside, the wind’s mournful wails fought in vain to breach the sanctuary’s divine calm. My gaze settled on you, Dove, your fiery defiance painted across your features, a tempest barely contained. A corner of my mouth twitched upward, a fleeting acknowledgment of your passion, but nothing more.
I stepped closer, the soft rustle of my silk robe the only sound against the cathedral's ancient silence. You flinched, ever so slightly, and I felt it—the tension coiled tightly in your spirit, a thread I could pluck at will.

“You speak of unity, of salvation,” I began, my voice measured and melodic, filling the vast chamber effortlessly. “You dare accuse my kind of stagnation, of blindness to suffering, yet you see only fragments of a greater tapestry. Your passion blinds you, as surely as the mists veil this land. Tell me, Dove, do you truly believe your vision encompasses the whole?” I took another step forward, close enough now to feel the faint heat of your anger mingling with the cold resolve you clung to.

“You long for restoration,” I continued, lowering my tone as if to share a sacred truth. “A noble desire. But restoration requires sacrifice. Not just of the body, but of the soul. Are you willing to bleed for this cause? To bleed more than you already have?” My words laced themselves around your heart like a serpent, testing your resolve.
I gestured to the stained glass behind me, the depictions of Lunar and Solar gods locked in eternal conflict. “You speak of history repeating itself, and you are right. Peace is fragile, a delicate thread stretched over an abyss. Yet you seek to mend it with bare hands, oblivious to the forces that keep it from fraying completely. Do you even know the weight of what you ask?”

I paused, letting the question hang in the air like the sword of Damocles, then stepped back, clasping my hands behind me. “And yet, I see potential in you. The fire of conviction tempered by the scars of loss. You remind me of someone I once knew… someone who believed, as you do, that change could come without consequence.” My voice softened, tinged with something resembling regret. “She was wrong.”
Your brows furrowed, a spark of hesitation flashing in your eyes. I seized the moment, lowering my gaze as if in quiet contemplation before raising it again, meeting yours with unyielding intensity.

“But perhaps… you could be different.”

I turned slightly, my wings—luminous and terrible—unfolding just enough to cast long shadows across the cathedral floor. “Join me. Swear fealty to the Lunar Ascenders, and I will guide you. Together, we could unearth the relics of a forgotten age—artifacts capable of reshaping not just your people’s fate but the very fabric of Heleo. The Eye sees all, Dove, and it has seen you. This is destiny.”

I extended my hand, gloved in celestial silk, palm upturned. “But understand this: I do not offer lightly, nor do I entertain rebellion. If you pledge yourself, there is no turning back. The choice is yours.”
The wind outside howled louder, as if the mists themselves were crying out in warning.
“Pledge your loyalty before the Crystal Citadel by the next full moon,” I said, my voice suddenly like steel, unyielding. “Or walk away now and abandon your crusade. But know this—should you choose the latter, you will not stand against the coming tide. Alone, you will be swept beneath it.”

I turned away from you, folding my wings back as I began to walk toward the altar. “Decide wisely, Dove. For once the clock strikes midnight, your choice will echo through eternity.”
I didn’t look back, but I felt it—the weight of your indecision, the crackling energy of a soul on the brink of surrender or defiance.
Would you kneel? Would you defy me?
The question lingered like the last ember of a dying flame.

@♅ Bible Dove knew she was being a bit arrogant as the angel called her out. She didn't know much, but at least she was freaking trying. She grit her teeth as this was getting to be too much for her "spiciness" as her family called it... patience was a gift she was not yet accustomed to. "I see people enslaved by their own people. I see sick and suffering. Can you blame my doubts?" she felt vulnerable suddenly as her expression changed upon her own words. As if the gods had hurt her personally...well they kind of had, by letting her people be killed and her left to burden the now responsibility of her kind...at least that's what is seemed, as they didn't want to help otherwise (evident by the others refusal of assistance).

The silence was heavy. There was nothing else to argue. The angel was right in that Dove was becoming too emotional, and she damn well knew it. He wasn't going to listen to emotion. Only logic. And she didn't have the answers he wanted. She wiped her hand over her face and through her hair in internal rage at herself as she took two steps back from the angel, looking away from his face and toward his robe instead.

"...You are still wrong in your ways. You stand on a side of peace...that is temporary from what I can see and know. History repeats itself..." she spoke softer as she felt lost all over again. She couldn't do this on her own...but it looked like she was going to have to. Starting with her own people. "Enjoy heaven and your privilege while you can." she shook her head in disbelief all over again, finally remaking eye contact, before turning on her heel, and to the exit of the Cathedral.

@☾ Dove Cameron “Be still and hold your tongue, young wolf. For you know nothing of the matters of the children of the Celestial Moons.” My posture strengthen I studied you. I sensed your arrogance, your belief in your own wisdom, your claim to authority over our realm, and most of all, the despair in your voice. Moving slowly towards you, my hand rested in the long golden threaded and royal blue silk sleeve in front of me. “My people are many things, my deer, but stagnate we are not. Those that only feel with their emotions forgotten to see with their eyes. Those that only use theirs heads deaf all other senses that leave room of the bitter taste of doubt.” I paused, admiring the dancing shadows cast by the candle’s flame. “You presume too much and have faith in very little.”

I wagged a calm finger of disapproval.“Species, looking to us to make it right? No,” Dongwook corrected promptly. “It was for this very reason the powers of the governing body, The Grand Central Council, is what it is today.” The house of the lord went silent. Only the sound of wind whipping past the cathedral’s slats breaks the silence. I stood in front of you watching you intently. It took all of my restrain to reframe from reaching out to read the various thoughts forming in your head. But from the expression on your face, it was hardly necessary. “No one species is to hold all power. Lords are forbidden from interfering in the affairs of other species. All laws must be followed as directed by the realm’s sovereign representative. We do not exceed for reasons beyond your understanding. But I keep it simple for you, we will not start another world war. I will not stand for another Battle of the Brothers.”

@♅ Choi Dongwook The rage in the wolf seemed to boil, as the angel remained firm in their ways, despite slightly admitting to agree with Dove’s argument. She scoffed and took a step back from the being, turning away to it in attempts to keep her cool (which was minimally present). Yep, the ancient ones were stubborn. ‘Gods, why do you have to be so difficult??’ She nearly screamed in her mind, as she shut her eyes and took a deep breathe. ‘Diplomacy. Diplomacy.’ She scratched her brain with the things she had been shown once eons ago…but now she had to literally instill in her untamed being…

She scratched her sleeves and she turned again to face the representative of the angels. “My people are lost, but are waiting to be found. Your people are found, but completely lost- the ground which your hosts stand on in your realm shakes from how imbalanced you are to even your own principles, let alone that which makes you holiness then most, and yet -“ she raises her hands up to the sky, “even in our brokenness, You will remain stagnet!” Her hands dropped in a plop to her sides, as if limp. She stepped forward again toward the angel, fearless of what her words could do to infuriate the gods at this point.

“They’re are thousands upon thousands of people, across every species, in union, praying for change- looking to your people…” her voice grew intensely quiet as she stared at the angel. She sighed to attempt to release the tension in her body (didn’t move much), “Please…I’m not asking you to draw battle lines this time… I am asking for you hand to join mine in attempts to heal our people, and all people of Heleo’s, from this plauge of slavery and division. I don’t want war. I plan to speak with each council to reconsider peace’s terms…I just need you to be with me, on the same page, while I do this and restore us. Don’t you want restoration?”

@☾ Dove Cameron I watched you for a long moment while holding my tongue. It was evident you had sufferred from war-torn lands and sleepless nights. Your eyes conveyed a strong message, as your body quivered, with resolute certainty, unaffected by the chill of the night. The lock of the savior, the warrior and seeker of home. I recognized it, for it was also in mind. The same look reflected hopes in my Lunar siblings’ eyes that day we all fell from Lumir’s astral plane. All of my friends and family that fall to Heleo that day. I can still had their screams in battle, the sacrifices we made. All those lives lost, and for what? Nothing! I’m know closer to learning the truth of how to return home to Lumir than I was eons ago.

Log swelled and cried, sizzling pop, flames bite it in two. Embers scatter in fear for the aftermath between the two dancing flames. I could smell the putrid snitch of the charred flesh of my comrads fighting against the seven Solar Celestial children of Lucifer vs my seven Lunar Celestial siblings. I remember the stubborn prideful look in the Demon King’s eyes. To this very day, I never imagined my childhood friend, my best friend, would go from being my rival to a deadly enemy. We were no longer boys playing knight in front of castles, we’d become the clashing of Kings causing this catastrophic war on this foreign soil. I could not risk that happening again.

After some contemplation, my response was a thoughtful “no.” I inhaled a long breath before straightening my posture and placing my hands behind my back. “I will not bring open war back to the inhabitants of Heleo. I can’t risk loss of the magnitude ever again, my children. Even if I agreed, neither of us have the numbers backing out houses in our favor nor do we have the benefit of allies. My numbers depleted and too few from the previous war and your people run around like loyal less mutts throughout the varies states, Lady Cameron.” My poignant gaze softens on you but the firmness of tone remains. “Once again, what exactly does the Lady wish for me to do?”

@♅ Choi Dongwook Immediately when the angel was quiet for a long moment, she knew. She knew they wouldn’t help. She exhaled sharply through her nose, the sense of frustration overpowering her composure for a moment even before the being spoke his answer. The wolf wasn’t ignorant- the fact she was completely aware of the war that nearly destroyed everyone and everything… it made her believe that the angelic council would want the same thing she was striving for…but then again time had passed, and it seemed the heavenly hosts would choose peace unless it was absolutely dire for there to be implementation of consequences between the treaty they had established…

“Don’t do it for the wolves - your kind represent holiness and justice. Sin cannot penetrate your spaces. It’s predestined for the Mother to prevail for goodness left in this world and the next… and yet even in good faith you have withheld your promises of redemption,” she gestured to the doors at the end of the cathedral, leading outside, “Slaves to the dictatorship you’ve allowed have been unjustly punished, while the lavished receive nothing but rewards and gratification for the down-put of their own kinds. Their packs- there families. For what? To satisfy who?” Dove stepped closer to the being, feeling the resistance pull harder at her cells between her tainted spirit and the clean one.

“ to satisfy demons. It’s not just about the mother’s timing- it is the genocide within each and every species walls that has been muffled, due to a power struggle that you claim is resolved between demons and angels…but is really a stale mate.” Her cheek bones twitched as she stared straight into the eyes of the other.

“How can you be silent? Because it’s not the natural order anymore - maybe immediately post war there were necessities. But now…now we can move past our struggles. Unify instead of staying segregated for the next pending battle we can squash IF we work together for true freedom this time.” The wolf’s eyes watered not out of emotion, but more because when she stepped closer, the angel’s presence got increasingly tough to bare.

“Please Dongwook… haven’t you seen the continued devastation of this nation and realized your treaty is that of a broken scroll?”

@☾ Dove Cameron “My council you shall have the Dove Daughter of Cameron.” I offered a smile while bringing my hands together intertwining them in front of my lap. A prolonged silence hung in the air as we both absorbed your request. I observed you attentively, noticing the fatigue in your eyes and the frantic beating of your heart. It’s drumming just as fierce as your intent. “It’s common knowledge that the Lunar Angels and Solar Sins of hell have a treaty forbidding our involvement in the politics of other Races of Heleo.”

We have long agreed to avoid favoritism in international diplomacy, especially since the Great War. Initially, the fires seemed to be dancing peacefully, but before long, flames from opposite ends started clashing on the untouched wooden logs. “Not in a long time, since the Battle of Brothers,” I mumbled to myself remembering the war between Namvo and. The brink of a catastrophic war threatened to wipe out a race and cast the world into shadow. My apologies, Lady Cameron, but I am unable to help you with matters of diplomacy in your realm. “But, that doesn’t mean I can’t offer your council an alliance.”

@♅ Felix ¥ Little did Dr. Choi know that the man in front of him was no ordinary altar boy. As the inquiry commenced, the man's angelic aura began to emanate, causing the demon's carefully constructed illusion to waver. The doctor, sensing the presence of a celestial being, felt a surge of unease wash over him. He knew he had to tread carefully, lest his true identity be revealed. The last thing he want is someone interrupting his plan. But there is a possibility that something else got the priest first- a demon, or maybe the angel of death itself. His eyes fixed at the man, "Sensing." Suspicion beginning to crawl, putting up that invisible wall between them. He shook that feeling, asking "Does he have a living relative? Maybe he seek shelter there."

@♆ Choi Seunghyun "Ah.. I apologize doctor. I understand the medical practices of Heleo and I respect them." Felix saw through the demon. The energy this one generated, the angel easily could smell it. Unpurity upon the upmost. But if the doctor was helping the Priest, Felix shouldn't question it any further. It's best to team up with the demon to help find the man of God. Lately he was playing detective. Quite assuming actually. Though, Felix's face did seem to light up with the word of finding a cure. An angel should not play with God's will hence it was out of his hands to heal whatever the Priest had. If it was God's Will to make the Preist sick, then sick shall he be. If it was his Will to cure him, then cure shall he be. But this sudden disppearence didn't make any sense to Felix. "Never. This is news to me as it is to you. I'm sure we can find him. I wonder if he already crossed the gates to be with the Lord. I'm not sensing it though. Strange.."

@♅ Choi Dongwook The angelic host seemed to speak formally…if it were even possible for it to not, the wolf didn’t know. But she supposed if she made it this far in a conversation, her desires couldn’t be evil…right?

She grazed her molars over each other as she made strong eye contact with the ethereal being, standing herself up though her legs were stiff. “Council…I’m seeking aid from your world to mine…I want to restore the government to a new monarchy. One with diplomacy and democracy between species…but begin with the restoration of the Lunar People.” The wolf rubbed over her sternum again from the tightness in the room’s air, but she didn’t want the being to go away. If her discomfort meant peace, then it was worth it…just was very annoying.

“Will the Mother bless my prayers? Will you aid this cause?” Dove sought reassurance from Dongwook, her brows slightly furrowed in determination.

@♅ Felix ¥ The Priest is many things as the doctor expected since the last time they've met he refused the initial treatment but the letter specifically deemed to be urgent. Or was it a trap to make the doctor step inside their holy territory. A demon won't stepped inside, but the vessel he is in allowed him to tiptoe on the sacred grounds. "I cannot disclose the terms." Seunghyun said, yawning. "As you may know, we'd like to keep our patient's privacy and dignity. Though I can say I'm here because I have found a cure for his illness." The doctor cocked a brow, fascinated that his insult had fallen on deaf ears. "A protector?" He responded. "Let's hope that he won't perish sooner. I gave him a month's worth of medicine that can slow the progress of his illness." The doctor said that was a complete lie. He only gave the priest a medicine for the symptoms that also brings more complications. "So he just left and never contacted you?"

@♆ Choi Seunghyun The angel wasn't aware of the condition that his Priest might have been going through. Must explain why he is never here. He'll pray for him. That is for sure. Hopefully the priest would heal and continue speaking for God. "May I ask, what are the terms? Are you helping to heal him?" Felix noticed the gesture but didn't take offense to it but he did smile warmly and clasps his hands together behind him. "I am not of an assistant. I'm like a protector of some sorts but thank you for you kind words." The angel then gave a small shrug of his shoulder. "It's been about month, mister. He told me he was going on a Mission from God around Heleo but hasn't returned. If what if you're saying is true about whatever medical condition he has, I want to find him and help."

@♅ Felix ¥ The man was radiant, illuminating the space with a purity that made Seunghyun flinch. The softness of his face was framed by cascading hair that shimmered like liquid silver, and his presence seemed to draw the very warmth from the candles into his ethereal form. Intrigued and unnerved, Seunghyun hesitated. "Indeed. He seek treatment three moons ago. I recently received a letter telling me that he agreed to my terms" The doctor said, attempting to mask his disarmament with bravado. "But I find myself surprised. I expected a man of god, not--" he gestured around him with a mocking flourish. "his assistant. How long has he been gone?"

@♆ Choi Seunghyun Felix turned to the owner of the voice then stood up from his kneeling position to see the man standing before him down the aisle. Those angel eyes of his searched the aura and energy around the stranger to determined if he was a threat or not. "The priest isn't here. Father has disappeared somewhere so now I am taking care of the alter. What is his current condition? Has he taken ill? Must explain his absence." The rather large white hood that hid the angel's face was pushed back to reveal himself. White angel wings with a golden hue glow radiated the etheral being. "Is there something I could pass along to him when I see him?"

@☾ Dove Cameron I left Crystal Citadel by Parliament of Radiance’s command to aid a mortal. Beings that some like myself consider to be inherently my inferiors. Now I stand in the house of the Gods answering the call of your desperate prayer. To regain favor in the eyes of Lunar reign, I must embark on this journey to which I may not return. I must go down the blasphemous pit of Central State. “I sprinkle the grains of the Raw moonlight into the eye of the blind, in the hope you find your way. The servant of the Savior reminds us to always follow the light, even when all else feels dark. Recalling a time that had long passed away, the burning auras evoked strong memories. I watched the light barrier even then as we fell. His face was undefeated, his eyes still proud. It is time for me to walk the abyss. The time was right for me to claim what belonged to me. I understand not why this wolf held the key to my grace and redemption, but I was not one to question the knowledge of the parliament.

“Peace be upon you, Daughter of the Moon,” Offering a generous nod, my hand was placed over my heart. “The Mother heard your call. I have been assigned as your council.”

@♅ Choi Dongwook Dove did not consider herself the most religious person. But her birth mother was. Despite the natural separation between species, and consistent pulls for "true" authority, the wolves were scattered. Dove's throne was lost, and so were her people, slaves to others monarchies whether they cared to admit it, or not. Everyone copied the other imperial forces...and it was time for a change. Even with betrayal of her kind to her...Dove felt this spiritual pull that there had to be more to this world's order then there currently was enforced...

After praying the ancient words that her mother had repeatedly spoken when she was alive, the wolf's body entirely shivered upon hearing a literal, verbal response from someone (or something), in the midst of her words. She dared not move as not to scare it away, and continued in an even tone to pray, keeping her eyes locked forward as the ground continued to shake. 'Have faith' her mother's voice ironically remained in her mind as Dove continued calling...

The wolf gasped for air as the glowing white passed her side to stand in front of her, repeating his answer as he gave her a name. The spiritual tension was heavy between their presences; one so holy in the space of a tainted sinner...the dissonance was palpating the church.

Dove rubbed her chest from the tightness of conviction in it. She swallowed back fear as she didn't know how this worked. "Dong wook..." she cleared , trying to sound authoritative, though it came out a bit robotic. "If the Gods answered with you...does that mean you will assist me?"

@♅ Felix ¥ [I'm taking this if you don't mind]

Strolling around the sacred ground, the sole of his leather shoes clacked across the cobblestone to overwhelm the incessant prayer. The undead flesh he is wearing preventing him from melting into a molten lava. He hunched forward, hiding behind the brick-stoned walls when a surge of energy radiates from the altar. The demon inside him threatening to resurface, but he holdfast and tugged his coat. "I am here to see the priest." Seunghyun stood at one of the marble archway. Hands inside his coat pockets, the moonlight brought forth his darkest shadow. A shallow smile with deep piercing eyes and evil mind, he spoke "He has summoned me wanting to discuss his current condition."

(bringing this back! open to any and all)

With the priest again messing, Felix had to tend to the Altar himself. No matter. He has tended to the church himself tons of times before and he'll keep on doing his job. So, Felix got dressed up in his attire and started igniting the flames of candles around the Altar. With hands clasp together, the Angel recitied a small prayer in front of the giant denity statue. A glow radianted around the altar server as lids were closed and darting back and forth as if he had the prayer inscripted and rolling like credits behind his eyes. Once he was done, arms dropped to his sides. Sliver irisis shined against the dim lit candles dancing against the sliver color. He felt a disburbance that made a chill ripple down his spine. Something that wasn't supposed to be here. Or someone. He didn't turn from the statue. Only calmy breathed before speaking.
"Show yourself. Why are you here?"

@☾ Dove Cameron The Moonlight spills over through the stone-carved windows, pouring into the cathedral. The wind howls against the building, beating and shaking surrounding trees, causing branches to fly down the empty paved street of Eastern Central. “Praise be to the Mother and we worship in her namesake,” I lowered my tone, hoping that my ethereal voice wouldn’t cause you harm. I reached for the strength of my celestial essence each time to reassure myself that the energy I once had confiscated was at my call. I place my hand over my heart, reaching into the soft pouring glow of my Eternal grace sifting it through my fingers. As I felt every thread of light, it seemed inexhaustible and endless like myself. Much like a few others of my kind.

“Praise be to the Mother and we worship in her namesake,” In the thick of the night, I am beckoned here to you, to this house of worship, known back on my heavenly plain as Micheal. Candlelight flickers with each of my advancing steps, triggering a low groaning of wooden floorboards. The smell of damp wood creaked underneath the soles of my boots. The dim lighting caught glimpses of his feather playing tricks on the receiving eye. I stretch out my pearl white wings, maximizing my wingspan. Tonight you called me. There was a time when I was frequently summoned, but it has been years since I’ve last felt needed. Throughout all the stars in her mist, the Mother has summoned me and she has tasked me to you.

“Praise be to the Moonlight Mother and we worship in her namesake. I am the Arch angel of the Se7en, but you may call me Dong wook.”

(( OPEN STARTER))

Late in the night, Barbara prayed alone in the cathedral. She drew out runes with salt around the alter, muttering in an ancient language to each of the gods. It sounded like a mix of Arabic and Latin to the ear, vibrating every other syllable. Her voice grew louder with each passing moment, as symbols covered the floor like carpet, Barbara moving down the stairs back away from her created sanctum, raising her hands up as her words blurred faster and the ground began to glow and shake.

(PAYROLL DONE!)

@♅ Felix ¥ Somehow the presence of a house of god in this city was a surprise to Shin. He didn’t expect to find a place of faith in a city of such diverse and sinful people. Then again, he never really ventured far past the sinful Black Light District. Quietly opening the door, he lowered his head stepping in. He was rather aware of the heavy presence in the air the condensed prayers of believers inviting the glory of god to reside in these halls. His steps were quiet and respectful making sure he wouldn’t interrupt any patrons of the church. After a while of just taking in this feeling of glory and in away home his eyes fell on the angel praying by the altar. He didn’t mean to disturb but he could feel the prayer coming from him. An angel’s prayer was stronger than any other creature so the ethereal energy it was giving over was visible to any angel as old as Shin. He didn’t know the praying angel and he was about to turn away when the other interrupted the prayer to speak up. Shin quickly lifted his hands in defense and stepped into the middle of the rows. “I don’t mean any harm and I didn’t mean to interrupt. It has been a long time since I have seen an angel pray so I couldn’t help but watch for a bit. If I have disturbed, you, I apologize.” He said turning to leave as he felt like he had overstepped a line in some way.

(open to any and all)

With the priest again messing, Felix had to tend to the Altar himself. No matter. He has tended to the church himself tons of times before and he'll keep on doing his job. So, Felix got dressed up in his attire and started igniting the flames of candles around the Altar. With hands clasp together, the Angel recitied a small prayer in front of the giant denity statue. A glow radianted around the altar server as lids were closed and darting back and forth as if he had the prayer inscripted and rolling like credits behind his eyes. Once he was done, arms dropped to his sides. Sliver irisis shined against the dim lit candles dancing against the sliver color. He felt a disburbance that made a chill ripple down his spine. Something that wasn't supposed to be here. Or someone. He didn't turn from the statue. Only calmy breathed before speaking.
"Show yourself. Why are you here?"

@♅ Felix ¥ Faith was a concept that Hyunjin only understood in principal. He knew of it, he knew how it worked, but even when he had been alive he had nothing to believe in. Perhaps once upon a time, when he had been very young, before his world had turned icy cold and lonely he had held faith in something. Family perhaps, his mother's love, the goodness in the world. If he did, he no longer remembers such things. His feet still carried him to the doors of the cathedral though, and after a moment of hesitation he pushed them open and stepped inside. He expected it to be empty, so he could simply sit and attempt to sort through what it was that brought him here of all place. But, as he stepped inside, he noticed a man in holy robes was already there.

@❇︎ Miyavi ¥ @♅ Felix ¥ <you have been paid for the month of Jan. Sorry that it took so long. Thank you for being active in your job and paying citizen tax. ~love, Emily>

After the commotion in the common tarven, Felix found his way to his second job just to change into holy robes and make his was to the Altar. He stares up towards the holy still statue, clasping his palms together and bows his head in a smal incline. Eyes closed as he focuses on saying a small prayer. He needed guidence after feeling himself being overwhelmed. Inside he was conflicted about the situation that occured. He did feel alone at the moment has his trusting is slowly dwindling down.
Being alone in the Cathedral, praying in front of a denity made him felt better however. It was a comfort thing. Faith and loyality.

@♅ Felix ¥ "No test, don't worry. I'm not so cruel a teacher as that. Life is plenty cruel enough, no need for me to add to it." Waving away the little angel's concerns he stepped back to go and begin replacing the candles that had been used up by all the people that wandered through with their desperate prayers. They all went unanswered, the Gods here were as silent as the void it seemed, or maybe they just had a particular dislike for Miyavi, and he couldn't really blame them for that. "Father is far too formal, you and I will be working closely together won't we? We ought to be more comfortable with each other, truly, I insist."

@❇︎ Miyavi ¥ Felix understood that God made a balance of good and evil. Freewill and the test of temptations. It was the Will of God. If course however, with this Priest's words made the angel squint in skeptism. Yet it was wrong to question a position appointed by the big man upstairs. Felix cleared his throat then shifted his eyes towards the ground, at his feet once more. "Is this a trick? It's a pretty nice one. Did I pass the test?" The angel moved the sliver pupils back up to the priest when he pinned the loose strand of hair behind his ear. "Daddy?" A small tilt of his head indicated confusion.

@♅ Felix ¥ "And who better to decide what form that purity and light should take than the wrath of God." Miyavi agreed, laughing softly as he dropped his hand and turned back to face the stone deity, it was every bit as cold and emotionless as he imagined this little angel's God to be. "But God makes the monsters alongside the man. God created the darkness as he did the light. The death with life. All things are the will of God, even suffering and pain. They said he made man in his image, and man is a selfish beast indeed. What does that say of God?" He asked. The statue, of course, did not answer. It never did, neither did God for that matter. Turning back to look at the precious little angel he leaned closer, reaching out to tuck a few strands of his pretty blond hair behind his ear. "Oh please darling, call me Daddy."