The church was bath in flickering red and green violet and blue lights that shined from the window against the stain glass display. They dance off the empty husk of the church. It had been abandoned for years and nature had tried to reclaim it. The songs and words that used to inspire had been turned into nesting fodder for the rats that scurried around. The pews had rotted and fallen to the floor, and the statue of Jesus on the cross in the front of the church had crumbled away all its left side. There were char marks on the floor where someone had tied to set fire to the place once, and sprayed in red over the preachers pit were the words. " My God Why Have You FORSAKEN US !!"<br/><br/>The only thing that still stood strong was a slab of stone that had once been used as the communion table. Where it once held the loaf and bread sent to help the humans remember there Gods sacrifice was now holding a figure dressed in a dusty colored cloak that hid all its appearance except for a few stray strands of light blond hair. The figure was curled up on the stone, but one slender hand rested just beside where a spear was leaned against the slab.<br/><br/>The figure was trembling, and if you listened closely you could hear that she was whispering a prayer.Though it was not in any human tongue.