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Standing before the altar, the tall man kneeled in silence while all alone in the church. In front of him a simple relic, an heirloom passed onto generations and generations of newly anointed Inquisitor. A small statue of a warthog with a butterfly on its tusks.
"Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper," the somber voice sang to itself where he kneeled down,
"et in saecula saeculorum. Amen."
Adjusting the simple black robe given to him as initiation into the Inquisition, he took a deep, steadying breath.
"Requiem aeternam
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Requiescatant in pace.
Amen," he concluded his prayer - unaware of his audience as he stood back up and corrected the warthog's placement on the altar.
Taking his hood off revealed a solemn but handsome face with an expression devoid of emotion as he'd used this prayer time as a meditation to release negative emotions, but when he turned around to see you he startled enough to jump.
His pale freckled skin paling even further as he couldn't sense an aura or a soul from you, making him wonder what exactly you are.
"Hello," the low voice started quietly as he'd managed to compose himself somewhat. "My apologies for being startled, I just don't often have company during late night prayers," he said as the church bells tolled 3 AM.
Wanting to understand you better instead of instantly jumping to a conclusion about what you may or may not be, he took a seat in a church pew and indicated for you to sit next to him. "If you wouldn't entirely mind, I'd like to get to know you better. One night owl to another," he added in the deep timbre, his laughter rumbling pleasantly in the quiet church halls.
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