“I'm never
coming here again, this is the last time, I have to bear with it.”
He said his finger tightening on the door handle.
He put a
smile on his face before opening and was greeted by the cold wind. A
corridor with column on the side instead of a protective wall had
nothing to do in this weather. If he was god himself, he would have
kicked the ass of the architect who dared make such a prank on them.
People were already walking toward the prayer hall, all looking the
same, all dressed the same with the white gone and heavy feathered
wings rigidly erected in their back. He put up his hood over his face
before locking the door and following them. It was the only
comfortable thing here, today, nobody was going to recognize him, it
would be peaceful and quiet.
They
queued to enter the church and the queue was long. From where he
stood Isakael couldn't even see the door and more of them were
arriving taking their place in order. They were the most well behaved
people he had ever seen. Nobody talked, he placed his hands in his
opposide sleeves like a monk, mimicking them. Them were looking at
the ground. It was nothing like a human gathering. When he was in the
human world, he would complain at people trying to speed up to walk
ahead in the store to pay first, he would complained at the queue in
front of the cinema when people would be chatting so loudly and
happily before buying their tickets. But in this World everything was
too white and too quite. It was supposed to feel reposing but it was
more oppressing. I wondered what would happen if he try to pass
people to get on ahead. They would probably feel offended, but he had
no idea what they would do to him if he was to break the rules.
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