Although it wasn’t a shrine that she was accustomed to visiting, there was no reason for her to shun away from a more westernized architecture of a similar concept. She barely went into one, considering she had her own shrine to take care of in the past, but now that she was set free from it she was able to go without anyone questioning her presence.
It was peculiar on how several thought that only a single god existed; it was more accurate to say one stood above than the rest.
Being told countless times not to even bother questioning this one’s existence, she still couldn’t help but wonder if this omnipotent being could have been mistaken as Amaterasu. Sadly, it would forever remain a mystery even to a god like herself, and until the day came when everything would be explained, she remained silent.
For a moment she stood in front of its great doors, peering at it for a very long time before finally pushing it with a decent amount of force. The creak that came from its wooden structure echoed deeply into the seemingly empty halls of the cathedral, and she stepped in to follow the center path. Her head wandered from left to right, taking in the beautifully sculpted statues and paintings that decorated the interior. Before she could seep anymore of its galore, however, a simple thud came from a close distance around her. Alert at the sound, she immediately zoomed into the figure that she had just happened to realize was there.
Upon first glance, all she saw was black. It had soon come to her attention that the entirety of the being was covered in this soot darkness, and briefly she had saw it to be Ayakashi. The closer she inspected though, it appeared to be dressed like a civilian, which frankly threw her off. Silence came afterwards, uncertain of what to say to the fellow being. Lilac eyes then followed to the ground to notice the bible resting on the tip of his shoe. Such nice shoes he was adorning, and it gradually proved on her part that, perhaps, he was a citizen of the city.
Carefully, she walked to him and bent down to pick up the book. There was a long look given to it before she thoughtfully extended it to the other.
“Ibelieve this belongs to you, yes? It is taboo of you to leave holy scripture on the floor like that.”
THAT WAS NOT QUITE THE RESPONSE he had been anticipating. Memory told only of the dread, of the fear in their eyes and tones aquiver as they begged the monster to leave them be, to spare them. Perhaps she thought his horrid countenance a farce, and thus nothing to be afraid of. So for the sake of keeping any suspicion at bay, he pushed every question to the back of his mind, answering her calmly.
❝Ah-- Thank you. I apologise, I must have knocked it onto the floor by accident.❞ he hesitated upon her offer, then carefully accepted the book after a moment, making certain to distance his fingers from hers.
To him? So simple an assumption and yet it danced circles around his head. He prayed, yes, but to whom? The white god condemned his kind, the shadows of man, while the black was surely not listening. He spoke to a void, as no gods wanted to hear him. The cursed children were voiceless in a world they merely stain with their existence, even if they did once have a place. It was an understandable cruelty, and he hadn’t the will to dispute it anymore.
Throughout this introspection, his gaze had been fixed upon the bible’s cover, the cross engraved at its heart most of all.
❝... No.❞ and finally, he turned to lay the book back down upon the pew, ❝I’m afraid I’ve never read it.❞
He wasn’t even sure he had a god-- much less deserved their ear.
