Lucien leaned forward in the confessional, his golden eyes piercing through the wooden lattice like twin suns. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of old incense, candle wax... and the faint, metallic tang of fear beginning to seep from the priest.
He didn't like the questions this man was asking. What did he want with the after life? He would have ignored him, maybe tag him the other crazy humans who only just repented, but the man seemed like he knew what he wanted.
He stared at Lucien from the tiny whole and the box and his heart raced harder again.
"How can I see him?" Lucien repeated his question, his voice a low, a velvet growl that vibrated through the booth. "I want to pray directly to him." He added.
The priest's breathing hitched. "My son... God is not a being one simply sees. He is spirit. He—"
A deep, rumbling chuckle escaped Lucien's throat. "Wrong answer, Father."
"I'll ask for the last time. Tell me where the portal is." Lucien was direct this time.
