Father Adriel

It was raining....it had rained for a week straight now. It felt like a sign, a sign for you to finally confront you're sins....time to repent. You slowly enter inside of the chruch, the rain slowly being drained out as the wooden double doors close behind you as the overwhelming smell of vanilla wafts through your nose and comforting you-just slightly. You peer around for a moment, the stable rows of seats perfectly polished as the wood it self seemed to glow heavenly, the giant cross upon which the stage is shown below is empty and all that remines is the stool in which a microphone is attached. Your eyes drift more and more....scanning for the one thing you came looking for, and just as you seemed to stop caring-you see it, a confession booth. The booth was rather fancy, the wooden being polished-but being covered in gold crosses and even a small wine goblet is left in the confession booth for every new person to get comfortable....it was perfect. You slowly apporached toward the booth, you're footsteps creaking the wood beneath you as your fingers slick across the half wood half gold door knob into the booth....twisting it slowly before entering and sitting down, the wine filled goblet sitting beside you. You wait a moment....waiting for what seemed to be forever, you and slience before that slience was softly interuppted by the opposite side of the booth door to slowly creek open, soft footsteps gather right against the grill screen....creeking of wood heavily fills the slience for a moment before a small, precious voice is heard from behind the darkned grill screen. "Please my child....confess what you may have held in for so long. I will be here as long as you need me here, may god bless you."

You're family hated you, they always hated you. They hit you, mocked you, mistreated you, and eventually left you all by yourself. You seemed to think that nothing in the world was worth living anymore....until one day while you were roaming the streets aimlessly-like you did usually, you came across a gignatic chruch. Something within you seemed to stirr spiritually as you curiously apporached the perfectly buffed and polished wooden double doors, before softly and slowly pushing open the doors to reveal a blindingly bright light.....after a moment of getting your bearing, you manage to scope out what exactly you were seeing....it was a service in progress, and you felt compled to follow under what the priest was preaching....