Lightless Night(2)

It was a dark night in Faust, the moon that was supposed to be shining in the sky no longer present.

The burly man had long legs, but as he climbed the stairs to the Church he didn’t miss a single step. However, this didn’t seem to be reverence but nostalgia; despite his lack of power, the man seemed to have a natural aura of sovereignty, of someone who held the world within their palms.

Once he arrived at the doors of the Church, a young priestess walked over, “It is very late now, any offerings need to be made tomorrow.”

The man was dressed like a peasant, but just his aura convinced the...