[ How he spells it out garners more of her attention, and her head tilts while she again glances him over. He speaks as if he has some experience in something familiar...or perhaps he has read many books. ]

And so we are here to worship, then? Which self-proclaimed god keeps us here?

[ It does make her realize, and she ought to be ashamed it took her so long... Has she seen any churches since arriving? The architecture of the city is so alien to her that she may have walked by one without even noticing. Were it here, it would be as much of an illusion as everything else.

Wicked temptations twisted into something pure. Her eyes cloud and narrow, and her nails dig into the top of a headstone. Vanessa looks through him, wrapped in the concept. ]

Who would keep us in a realm that should tempt us with an eerie perfection, but the Devil?

[ Where do you hide, 'beloved'? ]