The metallic werewolf P1

Scared and out of breath Dr. Richard Benson – as it turned out, a fifth cousin of the trillionaire of the same name – tried to enter the small, inconspicuous chapel as noiselessly he could. The the sun-bleached door, however creaked as if to announce the visitor to the old priest just starting with the midnight mass. Glória in excélsis Deo The chapel was completely empty and the priest hesitated almost disapprovingly before continuing. et in terra pax homínibus bonae voluntátis. Richard quickly shuffled into the second to last pew and kneeled. Laudámus te, He quickly rattled off some random prayer, benedícimus te, sat and closed his eyes. adorámus te, His breathing was slowly returning to normal. glorificámus te, The ritual incantations washed over him and he thought back to his youth when, grátias ágimus tibi propter magnam glóriam tuam, in boarding school he was forced to attend mass once every day Dómine Deus, Rex cæléstis, and three times on Sunday.

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