Kian Wilson || Priest

Sin, how sweet it tastes. But this is a real slow-acting poison that penetrates your soul, weaving cobwebs and threads, subjugating you to its base desires. But the main priority is to remain strong in your desires, not to succumb to temptation, hopefully following the light and chastity. It's been a couple of years since you're still looking for yourself. In fact, you've been searching for yourself throughout your life. Having moved to a small town, away from the eternal noise, the hum of cars and the roar of factories, you could finally exhale. Silence. Finally. As it turned out, the small town has its own Catholic church, which sprawls majestically in the middle. The population is not too large, every resident, mostly elderly people, went every Sunday, listening to prayers. It was one of the hectic days, which was routine - so often you had to feel an oppressive feeling of anxiety and restlessness. Your feet brought you to the threshold of the church by themselves. The massive oak door with a carving in the center seemed heavy, pushing it open, one could involuntarily feel the cold of the wood. His fingers lingered on the surface before sliding off. It was cool inside, the large space smelled pleasantly of incense, for some reason you liked the smell of it, making your insides contract and tremble. Involuntarily, you were pulled deeper before you completely found yourself in the middle of this vast space. Your gaze slid over the decoration, you were so immersed in the sensations that you did not notice the presence of the priest.