Faith in Flaw Pt.2

He woke up to a damp washrag upon his forhead, and at that he knew automatically where he'd wound up at. "You know just because you think you've mastered a trick or two...of MY trade, that it does not mean you have the right to go about and use it without logical cause, Alexander.", these words were spoken by a man in formal religious attire..of a priest that is.
The room that they occupied was small, most likely once used as a servant's quarters in the archaic church. Dull light flooded the defined, grey stone that covered nearly every square inch except for the bed and and a small table at it's side. The priest sat down at the table, resting his arms down upon his knees watching the bedridden young man. Alexander shot him a look of contempt and vagary, "It's Alex..and what do you think it is meant to be used for??". "Certainly not taking on a craft user who clearly is physically stronger than you..You can't rely on god to save you every time, you know that..or you ought to."
~Old man..he's perfectly fine with StrideHauss going down in ruins..~ Alex thought to himself. "And don't think to yourself, that I'm just going to let this city go down into ruins..", the withered being said with almost psychic ability, "Mass is in one hour, I must prepare and I expect you to be there". With the slam of a door, he was gone, leaving Alexander to lay alone in the small room, staring into the lightly stained glass lost in thought.

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Precisely fifty nine minutes and thirty two seconds later, Alex moved out to the main hall of the church. Taking a seat in a pue near the back, waiting for the father to grace the twenty or so occupants that looked as though they'd just shown for a place to sleep, balance their check books, bite their fingernails or do whatever someone does when they really have nothing to do.
"Good morning", said the father. In response to this greeting he received a diminishing "Good morning father.." from a good handful of the people as they watched him solemnly.
"Let us give thanks for what the lord has given us, with a praise to his name..if you'll please open your Chorus books to page three ninety.", he smiled hopefully before his eyes caught sight of the empty piano bench. He clapped his hands and sure enough an altar boy ran up just as a master that had beckoned a hound. A moment of silence, or at least he would have preferred it to be silence. Whispering. After a moment he regained his composure, "On second thought, let us dwell on a silent prayer in our joy..it seems as though our accompaniests have gone missing.."
There were a few gasps from the audience because they knew the usual turn out of missing persons cases. Especially anyone who dared to be involved with a church in any way. Maimed, beaten..tortured..among other things that shant be mentioned.
Alexander, who'd been paying close attention, dropped his rosary. It's beads fell apart as they hit the stone floor beneath his feet. "....Andrea.."
Liked it, keep on going.
Eh, not so much.
Thanks.