"Did you know ol' Luci is outside the Jail? Well, you most likely know, of course. Just letting you know 'cause I haven't seen any meteors falling or humans breathing brimstone. It's been almost a decade since then and I was curious, you know?"
There was a crack of wood echoing loudly in the quiet church and Gabriel glanced towards the sound. More of a reflex knee-jerking reaction than actually expecting some kind of signal from his deadbeat Father. He let out a breath, turning his sight to the painting of God in front of him. It was an awful painting. Kinda funny too. The reason why he chose the place, actually. He didn't like to give these reports but always felt the need to do them. His guilty consciousness constantly nagging him to talk to his Dad even if he knew no answer would come. It kind of pissed him off how he still loved him, but that was easy to ignore when talking to a bad painted, awfully proportioned picture of his Father.
