Letting go of his pride, he stepped up to the large oak doors, closed, yet always unlocked to those need it. The sun peaks out, just barely starting to show its beauty with hot oranges, bright reds, and a soft dark blue meeting color for color in a battle against space in the sky. It played with the colors of the stained glass, glinting against it playfully like a lover, retreating and returning in a teasing manor. Just a single, leafless tree stood between the powerful sun and the windows.
Sucking in his breath, almost as if in fear of God punishing him for entering such a pure place when we was so impure. His first step in was one of terro