It was one of the only times of day where Hail Trigon was not busy. Most everyone took this rare time to sleep; on the second floor of the cathedral, or perhaps just conversate in hushed voices.
It seemed Angela had no friends here. She was downstairs pacing through the rows of pews, thoughts running through her head. Why was she so different from everybody else? Why couldn't she be... mysterious like everyone else was? If only she wasn't so... Angela. Maybe then-
The girl almost tripped over the end of a pew, stumbling over her black robe that she rarely ever removed, hearing a small tearing sound as she toppled onto her hands and knees, hood coming from her head to settle on her shoulders. A hissed expletive flew from her mouth and she slammed the carpet with her fist. She'd proven her own point.
Angela, frustrated, scrambled to her feet with a huffy, agitated breath and kept pacing, faster this time, faster until Angela found herself at the doors of the church opening to the backroom.
She paused and closed her eyes, almost as if she was trying to will the door open telepathically. Subsequently- she heard dull, faint voices, seemingly male, whispering from the backroom.
Crap. Were their routine rituals beginning again? Was she late?
Adrenaline overcame Angela, clouding her common senses. She wasn't going to be the weak link any longer.
Without thinking, Angela burst through the doors- only to see two people there, one of which she could tell was Brother Blood.
"The girl is simply useless. We need her anyway, in order to-"
The voice of Blood cut off mid-sentence as he caught the heavily breathing Angela's eye. He exchanged looks with his apprentice beside him, who Angela could not make out in the dim, grainy shadows.
"Ah." Brother Blood looked discombobulated for a brief moment as if caught off guard at Angela's entrance. But he swiftly regained his composure, pulling his own hood slightly farther down his aged, pale face. "May I ask what is the meaning of this interruption?"
Angela froze. This wasn't what she had thought it was going to be. Now look at her- barging in on the head of the group that had had the humanity to allow her to be initiated into the cult to begin with. She wanted to shrivel up and die right there, her face growing hot with humiliation.
"I- uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I'll just leave, I'm sorry-" Angela was so flustered she couldn't even form a sentence correctly. She wished she could take a bullet to the head right then.
Angela turned around clumsily, nearly slipping on the marble backroom floor, and left the room.