Karen
A sacred space within Aphrodite's Bliss is the Ethereal Harmony Chapel, where couples come to celebrate their love through ceremonies, vow renewals, and sacred unions. The chapel is adorned with celestial decorations, and divine officiants preside over ceremonies that honor the goddess's influence on romantic connections.
Mercedes
**_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ** **__"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." __**

Contrary to popular belief, Orion was quite a busy individual when it came to his business, Celestial Pavilion. Sure, he may have had spotty hours due to being a slave to his impulsive desires, but it was still a popular sight for tourists and Grecians living in Olympian alike! Plus, the limitation made him a hot sight for whenever he was open with people desperate to get their fortunes told. After all, his work was his life's passion, and helping others brought peace to his soul in ways that words could never describe properly... *Or at least that's what it said on his site.*

Today was one of those spontaneous days, not due to his own inclination but because he had received an unexpected letter. The situation felt like it was a scene right out of Game of Thrones when the black crow pecked on his window with a scrolled papyrus tied to its leg. He knew exactly who sent it just by the bird alone, but the message itself was only one sentence. 

**_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ** "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐." 

Even with a few people waiting for their fortunes to be read, he didn't hesitate to shut down the shop early under the excuse of 'unexpected maintenance' before making his one worker, Althea, close everything down in his stead. There was only one popular church around and that was near the chapel, though it held devout Catholics which were the minority in the Hellenistic society they lived in. However, he was already confused as to why she wanted to meet him there of all places. Even he hadn't stepped foot into the church, let alone any church since maybe his mid-20s, and that occurrence was only because he had been seeing a pastor's son. Everything that came afterward would have made a Mother Mary statue shed bloody tears at the sight. 
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Opening its large carved doors, he expected a few people to be there but the church was empty instead. The sound of the door shutting echoes through the building and Orion could feel a shudder coming on, as if the place was trying to oust him out before he stepped in further. He walked between the rows and rows of seats, every end having a lit candle that danced as he passed, while his green irises looked side to side in search of the Goddess. 

"Don't tell me she ditched me." He complained as he moved to the front where people usually made their offerings and prayers. As he looked up, the large statue stared down at him, as if it were doing it in judgment. In response, he gave a lazy bow before turning on his heel to walk towards the hallway that led to the confession box, though he had come across it by chance. Sins, it was an odd concept to think about, especially since he rarely ever thought anything he did was morally wrong. He brought himself to tap the metal of the box, his face comically close to where the 'opening' was as if he were able to peer inside, but in reality, he really couldn't make out anything.
Violet
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`Title:` *I see all evil, I hear all evil, and I speak nothing, but evil.*
`Settings:` *Catholic Church.*
`Characters:` *Orion & Hecate.*
`Notes:` *What you are about to read is all fiction!*

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__An hour before the arrival of Orion.__

If anyone with a brain has been alive for the past century or so, Hecate is a controversial being amongst humans, specifically religious practitioners. Hecate is a revered being amongst Pagan and Wicca traditions. Many people outside of the practice due to rumors and unholy beliefs sees these practices as the devil's works. There are many different texts where Hecate is painted in a bad light or there are a few texts where Hecate was seen as the devil's wife. How disgusting . . . To think that a woman would need a __MAN__ to empower her.

The soft hymns to the messiah echoed through the halls of the chapel uplifting the holy atmosphere. Their harmonies were glorious and laced with rejoice for their one true king. Though such a harmony wouldn't last too long as it was disturbed by the foul creaking of the carved doors that lead to the sanctuary. The harmony didn't stop, but that didn't mean that it was still disturbed. Her heels clicking against the marble floor cut into their melodic rhythm. The Mistress of Magic walked down the aisle halfway before coming to a complete pause. Her hand slithered up from her thigh to hip where it held its position. Hecate's eyes of emerald scanned the surroundings gazing at the choir of souls before her very eyes. The Goddess of Witchcraft had a liking to music in fact, she could hold a tune herself. If not to be the Goddess of Witchcraft, she would have taken Apollo's moniker.

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Hecate's emerald eyes finally came to a full stop when he seen the statue of the man himself. Standing over her as if to place judgement over her, she scoffed softly. "Don't look at me like that. You're the reason we are like this, just so you know." Hecate said as if the man was there himself and she turned on her heel in the opposing direction of him. Hecate made her way down the corridor to try and fit in, she thought it herself that the black leather she had on contrasted to the entire feel of the chapel. The Mistress of Magic came across the priest's quarters and a devious grin was casted on her face as she watched him pray.

She leaned against the door before crossing her arms to listen to his prayer. Hecate didn't want to interrupt his prayer as what she was about to do next was definitely not holy to say the least. Luckily, Hecate had all the time in the world to wait and she was a patient god unlike many. When the priest came to close on his prayer, she leaned from off the mahogany door. "Amen." She said in unison with the priest as he turned around slowly to see who the visitor was. After the priest asked if there was anything that he could help her with, she simply nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, but it requires you to be with your lord for a *Mere minute . . . Or two . . . Or an hour*." Hecate said as she walked towards him before she magically closed the door behind her.

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__Currently.__

An hour or so had passed by before her lovely, wayward friend came in contact with her. Hecate was already present in the confession booth, her auburn hair covered the side of her face so whoever stepped into the confession booth wouldn't find her out too quickly. Hecate was dressed in the priest's clothing, but that only left the question as to where was the actual priest? The couple of people who did go however come to confess, she gave them a different kind for confession. She purposely made the booth she was inside dark as she enjoyed the darkness inside. When her wayward friend stepped into the booth, she simply turned her head to look at Orion. She slipped from the shadows and gripped onto the window locking her fingers in the holes of the window. "**Boo!?**" Hecate unaware if she would be able to scare him or not, she lit her booth up with a single snap to reveal her face and regalia. "Took you long enough, god what took you so long? I sent Cosmo to you an hour ago. Guess you're the real gramps here huh?" Hecate questioned as she turned in the confession booth completely to face him.
Mercedes
Ignoring the fact that the church was devoid of people, Orion stuck out like a sore thumb. He wore a long silk robe in bold red and black, adorned with intricate designs that billowed behind him as he moved. His tight-fitting shirt featured a deep V-neck, revealing his chest, while his fitted leather pants were tucked into boots. While it wasn't his *Everyday* Attire, it was what he wore to fit the part of an authentic fortune-teller so it was obvious where he had come from. 

He would have never guessed that his curious lean towards the box would nearly be the reason why he almost ended up having a one-on-one meet-up with Thanatos. A startled, *"Shhhhit!"*, abruptly left him at her scare attempt, making the sunglasses perched at the top of his head completely fall off and hit the ground with a clack while he almost ended up falling back himself and his head hitting the top of the booth. A long, painful hiss left him as he came into a squat position with his hands at the top of his head, adding pressure to soothe the pain. The man, when unsuspecting, was easy to scare it seemed. 

"What the *Fuck*, Granny?" He exclaimed with what looked like tears in his eyes from the pain as he slowly rose from his crouched position to take a seat while his right hand continued to use its palm to rub where he injured himself. "Some of us have businesses we run, I couldn't just leave it high and dry!" Despite his words, he did leave it high and dry, with poor Sarah stuck with dealing with the disappointing customers. He looked at the booth, seeing her face finally, though his expression looked confused as his head tilted some to match it. "You're a priest now? Huh, I figured you would burst into flames even stepping into a place like this. Do you feel the burn? Are the sins of all the witchy-voodoo catching onto you? *Ooooh.*" He questioned as he wiggled his fingers her way. 
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As the pain dulled, his hand dropped and he found himself crossing one leg over the other while his hands came to hold his calf. "I haven't stepped into a church since Christmas of '02. And that was because my parents thought they could score free dinner. Though this place is..." A low whistle left his lips as he looked around. "A lot nicer than the dingy community Church in the middle of nowhere." His gaze fell back onto her, "Why are we here?