I\u2019m in time for the sermon as I head over with Chalia. We take our seats within the Cathedral Hall and join the other strays near the back. But my heart stops dead in its tracks when I see a man I recognize dressed in the most over-the-top, rich robes I\u2019ve ever seen. The robes themselves are white with gold trim and crimson embroidery. Gold chains and ropes hang from his neck with the largest white crystal I\u2019ve ever seen. He has one of the tallest, gaudy hats ever with more crimson on it. But it is his face that makes my heart cease its beat. I\u2019ve seen that face before. That fancy mustache with the sharp little goatee and a grin as wicked as it is charming. Those eyes that glow blue seem to have a sinister guile under the surface. He approaches the pulpit and greets the hall with that rich and welcoming voice. The same one I heard him use towards Zaralraden at the brothel just before they head off into a room. Now, the allegations about him seem to carry more weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet his voice seems to carry a somewhat mesmerizing charm to it. His words drip with desire and make you want to listen to every word. He\u2019s so convincing and seems so sincere and passionate. It is like I have to not only hear him out, but also follow his word and take it as truth. He speaks about our duty to the church and how we need to stay vigilant in the Light and do our duty. He speaks about sins and their consequences. Specifically, the sin of speaking out against the church and the blasphemy of other religions and their desire to hide the truth. The lies spread by those who want to destroy the Light are what he speaks about. He warns us about temptations to listen to these lies and falsehoods. He says we need to confront them and destroy them. Take no quarter to heretics and show no mercy. We need to purify the pagans at all costs. Convert them or show them the Light\u2019s mercy. He talks with so much conviction. I don\u2019t understand\u2026 I know this man to be a hypocrite and a pervert. He is not worthy of the title, and yet I want to do as he says. I want to follow his word. It’s as if his sermon puts a spell on me to listen and follow. I close my eyes and breath to regain my own thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I look around to see that everyone else seems to be within the same trance that I felt. Everyone except Ralodan. He doesn\u2019t seem convinced at all. In fact, he doesn\u2019t look happy about what the High Father is saying. His arms are locked across his chest and his normally smiling face is transfixed into a frown. His eyes shift and lock onto mine, and I feel as if he is trying to tell me not to listen. He looks around at everyone else and seems to grow fearful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sermon finally ends, and we are released for supper. The Accepted and Novice strays all gather around the same table. All talking about the High Father\u2019s sermon, but the tone has all changed. They aren\u2019t talking about the allegations or his hypocrisy. It’s as if that was all forgotten. They only talk about his sermon, and they all agree with him. It\u2019s like they have been mind controlled to forget their mistrust of him and follow his words. They talk about seeking out those pagans and forcing them to either convert or lock them away, even killing them if they have to. What is going on?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you all honestly believe the Light wants us to destroy those who don\u2019t stand within its shine?\u201d Ralodan asks. He looks as surprised as I feel. \u201cDo you truly believe that Akrasiel, the angel who speaks of mercy, love, compassion, and forgiveness, wants us to kill all the nonbelievers?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, I mean\u2026 I don\u2019t know,\u201d Haemyish says, averting her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI can assure you all that the Light is about peace and love, not bringing death to the nonbelievers. This High Father speaks lies,\u201d Ralodan says a little too loud. Several tables quiet down around us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRalodan! You can\u2019t say such things. That\u2019s blasphemy,\u201d Chalia says, in a hushed tone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs it though? We were taught by Terel that the Light wants us to spread love, not hate. Does he not share with us the words that were spoken to him by Akrasiel himself? The High Father speaks about what the Light wants, and yet he himself hasn\u2019t even met the Angel Akrasiel. There is something not right about all of this,\u201d he says with eyes burning full of righteousness. Those eyes travel around to meet the faces of everyone listening. Ralodan\u2019s words seem to strike at the heart of everyone. No one says anything, and shame seems to wash over them. He sees this and softens his tone. \u201cHe is right about one thing. We have to remain vigilant against those who call themselves pure and would demand that we follow them, as spoken by Terel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whispers and confusion seem to spread to those who are sitting nearby, but those who sit among us seem to nod in understanding. It is clear out of everyone listening to Ralodan\u2019s words who has received the notes for they nod, acknowledging him while the others seem to look around, confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Strangely, Ralodan\u2019s words make me feel as if I should listen and follow him as well. But the feeling they bring is far different from that of the High Father. He fills me with a warm light where the High Father\u2019s words make me feel angered and stir my emotions into a fire. A fire that demands to burn. Why is this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After supper, Chalia goes to Damaris\u2019 and she\u2019s not back until late. She must\u2019ve been gone for hours. Maybe she did some labor? She looks a little disheveled, however she wears a genuine smile. \u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, of course. Why wouldn\u2019t it be?\u201d she asks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shrug. \u201cI don\u2019t know. You were just gone for quite a while. What did Damaris keep you there for so long?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, we just always have so much to talk about. Especially books. We could go on and on for hours,\u201d she says as she practically falls like a feather on the bed. She\u2019s acting rather more elated than usual. Odd. I shrug it off and continue reading the rest of the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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