It was a dark, grey morning, the heavens covered with thick looming clouds, heavy rainfall continuously falling down as if to wash the world of its filth, all while tempestuous winds roars, amplifying its terrifying presence even further with the occasional blinding flash of lightning followed by loud rumbling thunderous noise.
Amidst the terrifying weather, a certain building stood tall, just from its exterior, one will know that the building is built with an enormous amount of resources poured into it. Stained glass panes depicting certain sacred moments, its colorful glasses supposedly lighting up the grand exterior, now drained of their color from the dark weather, holding them are what can only be called as an architectural marvel.
Its foundation, its pillars and walls, filled with all sorts of ornamented stone traceries held the structure strongly, giving enough stability to hold the numerous towering spires on top of it, twelve among them standing out of the rest, seemingly the main ones, surrounding them are forty smaller spires spread evenly across the top of the structure.
Going inside, a harmonious blend of heavenly melodies resounded from a group wearing a pure white robe, their identities ranging from teenage boys and girls that just hit puberty, to adult, mature men and women that seems to carry themselves with poise and grace, their angelic voice reverberating through the structure's walls filled with stunning murals that seems to tell a sacred tale.
As a dignified, old man stand in front, the singing of the choral group toned down in a seemingly practiced manner, switching from songs filled with energy as if to praise the heavens above to soft humming sounds that blends too perfectly with the things said by the old man, increasing the effects of the words leaving his mouth further, this fact easily visible from the people filling the seats below, their eyes unmoving as they give the old man all of their attention, their expression pious as if afraid of missing a single word the old man said.
As the words got more and more passionate, a single noise out of everyone's expectation echoed through the structure, the sound of a door being opened with quite some force reverberating all across, passing through the people as it spread through, reaching even the farthest of wall and the tallest of arch supporting the building.
Turning their attention to the source of the noise, the people that did so saw a tall man donned in all black, a long sleeve with a loose black necktie going along his vest that seems to perfectly fit, highlighting his great build, black pants and finally, a black leather shoes, all covered by his long overcoat.
Walking to the nearest available seat he could find, the man was eyed by most of the elderlies that look at him with disdain in their eyes, seeing as the young man refuses to take his hat off, which is a common courtesy when entering inside the building.
Due to their vision focusing on this though they failed to notice what the minority of the onlookers saw, a thing that starts making their minds wander in confusion.
As the man sits, a figure of a seemingly prudish, yet extremely beautiful woman moves a bit away from him, given that she was sitting just beside this man that appears to be quite troublesome in her eyes.
'That's the kind of man mother always wants me to avoid' she thought in her mind as she scans the man, just his act of not putting his hat away makes her opinion of him quite low. As she tries to scrutinize the man, she finds out that it is quite difficult doing so as his face is obscured from the shadows of his hat, the only thing she finds particularly unique about him is the fact that his entire being is void of any wet patches despite him coming from the outside, with rain heavily pouring partnered by the raging wind in its wake.
"The lord is…" as the commotion ends, the old man starts preaching once again, his voice going with the melodious humming of the group wearing clean white robe, the combined effect of the two seemingly transforming the sounds into something compelling, almost hypnotic.
"That's why he's the savior!!! The all-knowing, all-powerful being that will bring us humans to the peak, to where there's no suffering and hardships!!! To a land where there's only eternal happiness and rest…" as the preaching continues, the voice of the old man starts getting louder and louder, the voices from the choir going with it, almost as if an evangelion is descending upon the place.
"Amen!!! Amen!!!" hearing the old man's shout, most of the people, especially the elderlies all around started answering frantically, their voices raspy as they also shout from the top of their lungs, their reaction scaring the younger ones, including the lady beside the man dressed in black.
As the preaching continues, the worshippers all around starts to get more and more unhinged, some of them even falling on their knees as they kneel in front of the altar in which the old man is situated, calling to the stone carvings, statues and figurines held up in the farthest wall to state their prayers, some of them even crying as they beg, hope, and wish for something important in their lives.
Seeing their reaction, the woman beside the man dressed in black starts to get really scared, the thought of the people all around being lunatics even starting to pop into her mind, something that was extremely hard to believe given how devoted she is, just the thought alone of this sacred place being corrupted tearing apart the believer in her.
Looking at the situation, the man, still wearing his hat, shook his head in dismay. After doing so, he reaches out to the inner pocket of his coat, seemingly grabbing something causing him to get the woman's attention.
From the shadows that hides the item, a shining light reflected from the thing he had taken out, causing the woman to fail in identifying it in a short amount of time. As her vision gradually adjust to the sudden flash of light though, she finally found out what the man had taken out, a pocket size silver cross with numerous engravings, mostly obscure sigils, letters and words filling its entire surface.
Holding the cross tightly in his hands, the man stood up and started to thread the middle isle of the building, his constant, confident and seemingly purposeful steps echoes across the building gathering the attention on him once again, some of the people all around shouting and pointing fingers at him out of spite, angry at how he could commit such sacrilege during this kind of holy ceremonies.
The man, ignoring everyone's voice continues moving forward, leaving behind a trail of blood in his path, the beautiful woman being the only one noticing the fact that the blood was flowing from his hand into the cross down to the ground due to how tight he's holding it.
"Just what's with this man…" the woman muttered to herself as she watches the figure getting closer and closer to the altar.
Reaching in front of the old man, the man wearing all black moves the cross, placing it on his chest as he speaks, his confident, seemingly commanding and powerful masculine voice reaching the ears of everyone bearing witness.
"Heavenly Father, forgive me for I will sin"
Hearing this, the people look around in confusion, even the old man's eyes widened in shock before he looks gently towards the man as if he understands what's happening.
"It's 'I have sinned', son, and most importantly, wait after the mass and enter the confessional before you start your confession, I will be waiting for you there" the old man smiles amiably as he points towards the direction of the confessional.
Ignoring the old man's words, the young man repeats the same words again, but now adding a different line causing the old man to tremble in fear.
"Heavenly Father, forgive me for I will sin, forgive me for breaking the fifth once more" pausing for a bit, he brings the cross near his mouth, gently putting his lip on the cross before muttering, "But more importantly, thank you for granting me the strength to purge this filth leaving stains and corrupting your creations" as he finished speaking, a warm brilliant light comes out of the silver cross, casting dark dancing shadows on most of the people watching the events unfold, lasting only for a moment before it evaporated, the dark dancing shadows seemingly screaming in pain as the light touches them.
After the flash disappears, most the people all around looks dumbly as if they just woke up from a long dream, in front of them a masculine figure in all black, holding a blade emitting a blue glow in his right hand, and a large handgun dyed in red in his left, the two weapons both engraved with the words.
Expurgate Omnes Sordes