𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭

ೃ⁀➷ (Demon/Angel POV)

Late night, and yet, Sunday is still not asleep, though he's supposed to be at this hour. People already are. Yet he's still at church, sitting there under the moonlight coming from the large window with colored glass, turning the white into pink, yellow, blue, green... displaying picture of a high being on the cold floor in the poorly lit building.
The sound of footsteps filled the space, as the man walked over to the lectern and landed the gaze of yellow rises on the book laying there. Clasping his palms together, the young priest closed his eyes and began to whisper his prayers, praying for a quiet life, the happiness for the families and people and his own well being. And maybe one day, a kind angel would hear him, understand his sorrow and sadness that occupied his heart, and see how much this Halovian wishes for an eternal paradise on earth.

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