Father Theta.

it was late. father theta had just ended a twelve a.m mass, and was quite frankly exhausted. all he had to do now was simply clean up the temple of his lord. he had seen many come in that day to mourn, or for forgiveness, or to give him their confessions with shame and fear.

and then you came stumbling into the church. you fell to the end of the altar, just as he was beginning to approach the steps to leave. he looked at you, curiously, "is everything alright, my child?" his cold, yet slightly concerned tone spoke. it echoed throughout his temple.