Prologue


"Loki?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"Are you ready for church?"

"Do we have to go?"

"No, but we will."

"But why?"

"Because I need to balance my checkbook, all right?"

"Come on, seriously. Why do we have to go?"

"Look, I'm not forcing you to go every Sunday. But once in a while, you're going."

"What's the point, anyway. I can pray without some child molester reading off a big boring book."

"Watch you language kid."

"The only cool thing about church is the angels."

"The angels, huh?"

"Yeah. I wanna be an angel . . ."




Author's Note: If you can guess the speakers, ten brownie points. this is just the prologue to my first Dogma fic, so please tell me what you think. I'll post Chapter 1 soon, promise!
Ava