Father Bee stopped, but continued facing away from him. He knew he could not deny the demand of a sheep, even if it were black. Even if it were the devil himself, as he liked to insinuate since Banks was ten years old.
"Wait for me in the confessional," his voice was low, "I need to bless myself first."
In other times, Damon would have loved to disturb Father Bee's peace. He remembered all the pranks he had enjoyed punishing him for, and how his punishments only served as fuel for him to be worse and worse.
Good times.
The priest continued walking towards the sacristy, and he returned to the place of the faithful, the hall where masses are held. Although he had spent years away from any piece of Catholicism, Damon remembered all the details.
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