Valek entered the closing church, his marble white body encased in an outfit similar to a priest’s cassock that he had once worn as a father of the church but now it was a cruel mockery on the beautiful monster known as Jan Valek. Gracefully he strides forward, his arms folded in front of him giving him a rather humble appearance as he approached. His inhuman eyes moved over the church’s designs, lingering on the religious imagery that laid out before him. For a moment it seemed that lowly priest of his former life unveiled itself from beneath the vile yet seductive thing that now claimed itself the identity of the man. Slowly he made his way forward down the aisle, his crystalline gaze moving from the cross to the seemingly young woman briefly. Instead of approaching her directly, he turned behind her pew and made his way down his. But he didn’t sit on his; he actually took a space on the end of hers gazing up at the front serenely like a reflective saint.