a glass full of red wine was placed on the ground in front of the statue.
A weird metallic scent filled the room soon after. Heavy breaths of an old man battling the silence.
:forgive me Dear mother. For i have sinned, and i fear i no longer can serve your holy presence. Let us all enjoy this last ever meeting. Before the holy soul falls apart.
long, thick curtains,dark red just like the wine, met the gentle melody of the wind, joining it in it's last holy performance. For all the sinners present in the room.
:may our dear mother forgive us all. Turn us all pure once more, and cleanse our blood stained souls.
the old man reached for the glass of wine, putting it to his lips soon as the wind made the candles go out right behind him.
for once, it didn't matter if he's being messy. This was his last time serving the great -#######- after all.
they didn't care if there's wine dripping down his lips, or wrists, for that matter.