The Imperial Cathedral crouched in the center of the city yet dominated the surrounding area as a spider in the center of its web would. A great gleaming monstrosity of marble, stone, and stained glass, it was crowned with a huge dome gilded with pure gold and inlaid with precious jewels.
Seeing it always made Daimon sick to his stomach. Such an ostentatious display of wealth, particularly when others were starving and begging and simply existing day-to-day. Not to mention the hypocrisy of claiming piety and extolling the virtues of simplicity and self-denial when every inch of the structure was created from the most expensive and valuable materials available throughout the Empire. It was all quite ridiculous to Daimon. 'Do as I say, not as I do' he thought disgustedly.
He wondered what Rowena would think of it. She looked bewildered at the luxury and pretentiousness of it. She glanced at him and wrinkled her nose in distaste then winked. He nodded his agreement.
