#nothingwillsaveyou

[themoreyoustrex]

It was Monday morning, just after dawn, and most of the disgruntled, caffeineless churchgoers were filing out of the Church of the Smiling God. As usual, there were four or five people lined up outside the chapel door - sinners seeking repentance, most likely, or concerned devotees - and Diego was forced to wait his turn for his chance to talk to the priest. Normally, he would have pushed past the plebeians, but something about the priest made him... uneasy. Something in their eyes was just a bit too haunting. 

Finally, it was his turn. He wasted no time. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”

@nothingwillsaveyou

[ataleoftwotowns]

@sheriffsecretlibrarian / @nothingwillsaveyou

The SSP is investigating the Priest. The priest is... less than pleased.

[ataleoftwotowns]

This is directed specifically at our /most esteemed/ High Priest. Whatever called you to this... profession? I can't imagine that it's easy to constantly be shepherding people onto what you believe to be the Right Way. Regards, Mags Magee.

nothingwillsaveyou

[ataleoftwotowns]

It seems a little strange that you'd be against one of your own, even for something such as calling your town "nothing". I was under the assumption this was something all of Night Vale thought of itself? Regards, Mags Magee.

nothingwillsaveyou, do you care to respond? 

[candycoatedcadavers-blog]

✶ - nothingwillsaveyou

“Ssooo..um, as a priest to the smiling god, do you guys have a vow of celibacy? Also, does the smiling god frown upon people...err...getting off during work?” He pauses for a moment, and take a deep breath.

“I mean, say, this person was really, really horny, and they just couldn’t focus on work. So they had to...you know. Take an early break. So that after that break they could focus!  Would they get in trouble for that?? Am I- I mean is that person going to Smiling Hell?”

[lucentsynthesist-blog]

Why have you come to see me? - nothingwillsaveyou

Caesar had paid each of his interns an extra fifty dollars a piece to take shifts scoping out the chapel, waiting until his... his brother had vacated the premises with absolute certainty before making his approach.  With a brimmed hat to obscure his face to an easier passage into the hollowed halls, the doctor feels more like he is attending a drug deal and not, in fact, a confessional.

He slips inside the booth, and the question rings hot and heavy in his ears.  It isn’t easy, and it certainly does not feel right, but he responds,  “F-father... I have sinned, grievously, and I am unsure how to right the wrong I have committed.”

nothingwillsaveyou

[dark-owl-lucy]

Blasphemer! -nothingwillsaveyou

… excuse me?