Forever Rain [NamJin Oneshot]

Epiphany

The night sky roared, as the dark voluminous clouds shed their tears. While the Pied Cuckoo was quenching his age-long thirst, other birds were busy sheltering their offsprings. The melody of rain pouring got louder as it collided with the colourful windows of the Cathedral.

A single wick of flame illuminated his path as he made his way through the corridors of the building. His long legs accompanied by thick thighs carried his well-built torso. His pupils darted to a fragile, tangled, grey spider web. He exhaled a breath as the owner of the spider web crept towards his home.

He shook his head to himself and forced his curious mind to concentrate on his duty.

Kim Namjoon, the future Bishop of the Cathedral of his town belonged to a Nobel family of priests. After being chosen by the pope, he was handed numerous responsibilities along with the title of Diocesan Bishop.
So now, here he was, surveilling the holy place. To be honest, the boy was never made for the position of the Bishop.
He could be a great leader, no doubt in that. But leading a committee of people who were slowly becoming nepotistic followers was not his piece of cake. He'd rather be a heathen, than work under a Pope blinded by a pseudo belief system.

But being from a family that sat in a high position in the society, Namjoon had no option but to follow his father's orders.
Working, or as they call it 'worshipping your duty' in a Cathedral had its own demerits. Like for now, he had been going around the whole building for months for the sake of some group of old-timers' belief.

An age-old belief ran in the said Cathedral, that as soon as the evening sun casts its shadows on the ground, the holy place becomes home to many fiends. Those fiends were said to be the essence of victims of the murder that took place years ago.

Now being a man, who believed in science, Namjoon never acknowledged their inhumane thoughts. But now that he was in the said place while the clock was nearing witching hour, he was pretty close to second-guessing his believes.

The heavy pouring rain was now adding to his anxiousness and the buzzing of crickets was just icing on the cake. Slowly but confidently he made his way through the never-ending hallways.

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A pair of oval almond-shaped, eyelids opened to reveal pearl white eyes. His pupils dilated to adjust to the darkness of the night.
He looked around to see his companions still sleeping. With a crack of the neck, he got rid of his creaky joints. With another crack, he spread his folded wings, his own cocoon of the velvety dark. He could sense the devil's hour approach and with it came a rising sense of adventure. He looked down at his crouching position and noticed that his body was still in its stone form. He cracked the knuckles of his fingers and with that, his marble stone-like skin turned into porcelain honey tone. He looked back from his body to his tail at the back. He wiggled his long tail a bit and smiled to himself.