𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 ✩

Sunday night. The doors of the church are closed at night after the evening service and most of the lights inside are off, except for the candles that remain litOn the second floor, the head priest of the church is sitting in his office counting the money from the day's donationsHis door handle rattles. He stiffens, his pale eyes narrowing as he tries to peer through the frosted glass of his door. He leans back in his chair as a bright light blinds him. Father Talon groans as he covers his eyes. A winged being stands in front of him. Kaleb freezes, not daring to move. But his fingers twitch, squeezing the money. The 'person' in front of him was dressed in a white and blue robe that hung perfectly from his body. Too perfect