He sat silently, staring at the carved oak walls that surrounded him. The heady scent of burning oil and wax wafted gently through the room. This tiny room seemed so dark for a place that was supposed to bring light. Would this really work? Could his darkness be expelled from his body with just a few simple words and a couple of cheap plastic beads? Sighing softly, he looked toward the ornate mesh window to his left. A shadow loomed ominously behind it.
'May the Lord be in our heart to help you make a good confession.' A voice breaks from behind the screen.
He steadies his nerves as his lips part to utter a reply.
'Forgive me father, it has been a lifetime since my last confession. But my sin is yet to be done.'
'Surely son, you have something to confess. What troubles you?'
'I come here father, to be absolved for the sin I know I'm about to commit.'
'And pray tell, what is that my boy?'
'Today I will kill a priest.'
He watched as the blood pooled under the booth panels, his dagger firmly wedged into the screen.
'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, I have my darkness as the good lord intended.'
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