Heaven is blind - Taygon

The evening sun piers in through the stained glass of the church, refracted light paints across the cold silent room. Silence. Warmth. In the front row sat a cold figure, silently as the rays kiss their cold pale skin. Raphael: Well if it isnt the forgotten child, i dont suppose youre here to pray, Dr. Taygon. *A handsome man of imposing figure stood at the hallway leading to the chappel. Slowly he made his way closer to where Tay sat in silence.* Why do you come here Tay? Always lurking in the dark. you dont talk to anyone you dont do anything. What is it that youre looking for? Tay: i suppose you are aware of my past with the church, the heroes and heretics? Piety used to be my norm. I had faith, i had hope. Cast all your worries to the God that watches and cares for you. That their weight and burden be light. Lies. Centuries i did their bidding, waged wars in their name yet they were silent to my one request. Raphael: You're hollow and you've lost your way. Yet i dont blame you. Betrayal and loneliness is all youve ever known. People fear power they could not understand and then they shun you. Tay: Or perhaps im here to long for a different me. An old past , naive. Yet i resent the same, regret, of time wasted believing that God will truly forgive my sin but i would neither trade my soul to the dark, if i still have a soul to give. The heavens are blind to me, priest. As you said forgotten child.  Raphael: I'll pray for you. Tay: Save it. who knows you might piss the one upstairs. Also im here more as a warning. Death looms over you. Raphael: Hmmpphh the last time i ever heard that. I am the holy knight of Astreaus, there is not one that can touch me as long as the light of God shines upon my body. Look at me Tay, im sculpted by the God's themselves, do you really think that death can touch me so easily? *in a blink of an eye, a deep void consumes the room, stripping magic out of the priest. He heaves in pain at the shock and realisation of how easy it was for Tay to strip the blessing of the divine off him, the chosen one. the man who was prophecied to revive the church's glory. All that was left in the space was Tay, glowing softly with his eyes, irridescent and cold. the eyes of one who has seen death and pays no regard to the value of existence*  Tay:  Take it from me Raphael there is a fine line between faith and arrogance and mark my word, there will come at ime when the evens are blind even to you. *undoing the effects of the void returning the room to its initial space. the sun piering through the stainned glass pours onto Raphael again, as his blessing returns reinvigorating his body once more* Raphael: Bastard. You wont look down on me that easily. silence returns to the room as Tay's figure dissolves leaving no trace that he was there ***