The Dark Society

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 Saint Anthony's Cathedral, pastored by Sovereign Paul Steele, exemplified divinity, enchantment and occultism. However, the institution recently struggled to restore order and discredit mounting allegations.

Seventeen years ago, Harold Morgan, his wife Katherine and their two children vanished. In the wake, answers seemed unattainable, so Paul began investigating. Yet, despite relentless efforts, inquiries led to more questions.

During this time, his fidelity to the ministry grew stronger. But without regard, he modified Harold's journals, determined to revise the magic. As a result, silent rebellions formed and pupils readied for an inevitable coup. Paul soon learned of this coercion and aimed to silence the detractors.

Meanwhile, nightfall arrived as the remnants of a late-day storm subsided. However, when the elders entered the chapel, a tinge of unease settled over them. Even so, Paul appeared calm despite consistent expressions of disdain.

Philosophies within Saint Anthony's were changing. And with loyalties abandoned, all trust seemed lost. Still, Paul's approach remained clear, and he appeared determined to prevail. The church felt shrouded in ambiguity. Though, efforts to eradicate potential threats had begun.

Until now, he'd never scolded them or failed to offer a formal greeting, but tonight was different. It was unmistakable: the sovereign suspected deception. Thus, Paul was ready to address these concerns, despite Michelle's delayed arrival.

"Forgive me; I have no excuse," Michelle said as she entered.

Paul sneered.

"Your excursions were no doubt exhausting," he announced. "Though I sense you have news."

Michelle joined Raina at the front of the chapel.

"I do."

Everyone grew captivated.

"Do tell," Paul stated, drawing closer.

The eldersm observed as Michelle stepped forward. And despite Paul's lack of enthusiasm, he seemed intrigued.

"Sabrina's returned."

The coven gathered closer amid Paul's prolonged silence. Even still, he remembered Sabrina, and such news only confirmed suspicions.

"When?" Raina demanded.

Michelle glared and organized a stack of photographs.

"This morning," she answered. "At the university."

Everyone huddled together as Michelle displayed the photos. However, while smiles were abundant, Paul's reaction appeared contradictory. Whatever the circumstances, the elders were ecstatic. Even in defiance of the sovereign's obvious misgivings.

"Ensure Sabrina attends," he instructed as Michelle's eyes met his.

Though they felt obliged to comply, Julia's directives were explicit. However, Paul was their mentor, and disobedience stood prohibited. Given this conflict, trepidations mounted, so a need for neutrality felt warranted.

"I've already invited her to communion," Michelle replied.

The sovereign nodded.

"Then I look forward to our next sermon."