In the background the choirs sung lowly the praise of god, the alter bore the cross and the balanced scales, the fat candles burned brightly.
He knelt at the alter before walking to the confession boothe, prayed for the souls he had judged, and prayed that he would continue to judge fairly and rightly in HIS eyes.
Slowly he stood, crossed himself and walk to the booth and took a seat to wait.
The candles flickered and a presence was there in the other side.
Dominic looked through the grate and saw a face he had almost forgotten.
"YOU... HOW DARE YOU COME HERE YOU WHO ARE CASTIGATED, THROWN DOWN FROM THE HIGHEST OF HEIGHTS...." Dominic spluttered, a fury rising in him.
"me? yes i was wasn't i, but here i am.... you wanted a confession yes? well i shall give you one." the sibilant hissing voice of the Light almost mockingly spoke "I am still the lightbringer am i not? this was never taken from me, have you ever wondered why? I am choice, I am 'other ways' you see me as heresy because i give all another option, i know there is an Almighty but i offer the choice to not worship, to live to your own code, to do as you will."
Dominic tried to resonate Lucifer, he tried and not once could he see the truth.
"YOU... YOU DARE TO TEST MY PATIENCE..."
"no, not at all, i would never do that. do you know why? no, you don't do you. when did you last look at yourself? you should sometime, in a nice quiet place where no one can find you or hear you. discard your robes and marvel in your form, for you are shaped by god, marvel in that fact, for we all should, we should all find pride in the fact that we are 'his' children, even if he no longer looks to us. but, i can not be bothered to stay any longer, for i know that my light still shines for i am made by 'he above' and i do 'his' will."
Dominic sat there as the presence left, he sat there and wept for many hours.
He stood and walked out of his cathedral, walked through heaven, past each of the great monuments and abodes of the other archangels, finally coming to a stop outside another cathedral.
A single candle burned inside, the windows stained and shattered to spiderweb patterns, no hymns were sung in this cathedral anymore.
The doors were still in good condition and swung open with barely a whisper, he walked in and sat at a bench.
Others had seen this happen but the doors closed when they gathered to see.
They were still gathered around the doors when they opened again some hours later, they stood there as the holiest seraph walked out, his cloak drawn about him tighter and his hood pulled even further over his visage.
Slowly he walked back to his cathedral and lit a candle and offered up a prayer to those he had judged to soon.
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