The High Priest was not known as a man of action, and that was by design. A priest should be slow moving, approachable and above all else, unthreatening. It had taken him years to learn the discipline to stop himself acting on his every thought.
His childhood had been one of decadence. Loved by his parents, well educated and given everything he asked for the character he now played was who he should be. But he had always contained within him an evil core, a darkness he always knew he had to hide. It was also a thing he needed to vent. Continue reading