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Isra Felle Gold stretched his wings lazily in the warm sun, laughing apologies to the irritated students who had to duck or weave out of the way.

The librarian strolled across campus with a juice box and school map in hand, earbuds tucked securely into his ears, pristine oxfords clicking on the pavement. Yesterday, Isra found out that the school had its own interfaith church. That was, surprisingly, and unsurprisingly in equal measures, new information to him.

Honestly. He was new here. People need to tell him stuff like this more often.

Isra had already searched for acceptable churches around town, but he couldn't seem to find any. Of course, now that he lived someplace where demons and angels were rather commonplace, maybe religious places should make themselves rather scarce. Wouldn't want a perfectly acceptable demon citizen burning up because community baptism was required.

He glanced down at the map, staring at the place where the chapel was. He was...certain that he was going in the right direction.

The angel slurped apple juice.

Who even operates it? Isra wondered offhandedly. Sure, he'd meet whoever ran the place when he got there, but he'd never seen them anywhere else. (Or, he admitted, if he had, he had no idea who they were.) None of the teachers or staff he encountered so far mentioned working (volunteering?) at the chapel. Probably some reclusive teacher. I wonder if they're an angel as well.

Several minutes (and an embarrassing student-asked direction inquiry) later, the chapel loomed over him in all its beautiful holy glory. Isra smiled at the feeling the structure radiated, and pushed open one of the doors.

Ah. It seemed to be empty.

The straw popped out of his mouth, and he pulled out an earbud. Looking around, the angel called out, "Hello? Anyone here?"


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There was, to the surprise of many people, actually an awful lot to do in the chapel. Even though it wasn't very big, Luco wasn't the sort of person who was going to let his workplace get dusty, and there was always small bits and pieces of upkeep to do. Silver to be polished. Hangings to be adjusted. Sometimes there was dirt to clean up, but that was infrequent. Really, visits at all were infrequent. The chapel was rarely used, visited only by the most dedicated, and before Luco's arrival on the island it had been largely forgotten. People who were religious had their own places of worship, or else simply handled things in their rooms.

And most importantly, most people on the school simply weren't religious. On an island with literal gods walking around, religion often took a back seat. Angels and demons existed, yes, but people were hesitant to commit to any one faith. It was Pascal's Wager writ large, a fact that Luco hadn't quite gotten used to.

Luco was in the back when he heard someone call out, and wasted no time in popping his head into the main room, his smile wide and welcoming as he waved at the man.

A teacher? A member of the staff, anyway. There weren't many students that age running around, and it was a fairly safe bet if only because the man appeared to be an angel. Luco practically glowed with excitement at the sight of the man's wings, emerging properly and giving a little bow as he did.

"Just me!" Luco said. "You must be a member of the faculty?"

 
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The chapel was beautiful. The architecture was elegant, and the decor was amazing. Not to mention, the place seemed spotless, far less dusty than literally every other church or chapel the archangel had ever been in. He'd have to commend the caretaker when he met them.

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When the student emerged, Isra blinked.

The student–satyr? Forest god?–was smiling and looking at him like he was an angel (Actually, Isra caught himself jokingly), a bit of an awed gleam to his green eyes. Flowery plants were wrapped across his curled horns, and Isra found the unnecessary sudden urge to pet the nature kid on the head.

He just looked so soft.

Ahem.

The angel was expecting an adult supervisor, at the very least, but apparently they were the only two here. This kid was definitely gave off the right vibes to be a regular, but to be here alone? Wasn't that a little dangerous?

To some extent, anyway. Nature boy didn't look all that strong, but he could get hurt with no one else around.

Also, aren't students here supposed to be in uniform?

"I'm the new librarian, Prof. Felle," Isra replied, an easy smile slipping back over his face. And, oh yeah, he should probably tell this kid about dress code before another teacher busted his ass. "And you must be pretty new as well, huh? It's mandatory to be in uniform, so you should put it on before you get scolded."

He walked forward, a hand held out in offering. "Nice to meet you, Mr.––?"





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A librarian? Luco had spent a lot of his life around books--mostly of a religious nature--and his smile widened even more at the mention of the library. He hadn't had time to look, too busy with his work, and he made a decision right then and there to visit it before long.

He wasn't all that bothered by the assumption that he was a student. It was one he was used to, even though he hadn't even been at the school all that long. Everyone made the same assumption. He looked fifteen, therefore he must be a student, case closed.

Not quite so.

"Ah, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. I should have introduced myself to start - my name is Luciano Maria Iglesias, I'm the head of the chapel here, not a student, despite my appearance." Luco was under absolutely no illusions about how he appeared.

"Were you coming to take a look around?"

@Wit's End - no worries :") Considering mine is even shorter.
 
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Oh my, head of the chapel?

"Yes," Isra replied excitedly, gesturing to the chapel as a whole. "This place is absolutely gorgeous! Are you the only caretaker, Mr. Iglesias? I must commend you, it's spotless, and the upkeep is amazing!" He loved it. "I've been looking for a church for a while, and your chapel seems perfect," the angel continued. "Is it alright for me to come by for my Sunday prayers?"

They were close enough to touch. While he spoke, the angel unconsciously reached out, softly petting Luco's hair. He wasn't even looking at the demon, staring instead at the many tapestries hung around the room. The sensation was soft, and when Isra finally noticed what he was doing, he swiftly retracted his hand. The flush creeping from his face was clearly visible despite the angel's blurriness. (It was, in fact, possibly, the most visible thing about him.)

"A-a-apologies," Isra stammered out. How inappropriate of me! First I mistake him for a student, and then I pet him? He took a few steps back, ducking his head.



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"Well," Luco said quickly. "It wasn't all me. I inherited it like this - well designed and well managed by the custodial staff, but severely under utilized. Religion doesn't have much of a focus at the academy I'm afraid, since it clashes with so many of our students."

By which he meant mostly demons, but even than a great number struggled with it. It was hard to get people to believe in God when they were attending classes with gods. Even though angels and demons existing would generally prove something, people were unclear on just what was being proven.

"Absolutely," Luco said when professor Felle asked about sunday prayers. "Would you be an angel then?" It was, all things considered, a fairly safe assumption, but at the same time... winged beings were not necessarily angels, but Luco was assuming (incorrectly) that the blurriness was something he'd heard of before--the idea of Angels being hard to see (mostly due to light) in order to avoid damaging mortal eyes.

Luco didn't seem all that bothered (or really bothered at all) by the petting. It seemed harmless, and he was awfully hard to upset, so he simply stayed where he was, letting the man before him pet his hair absentmindedly as he observed the church. It made Luco feel good to have the chapel's qualities be recognized, and finding an angel... that was something really special.

"It's fine," Luco said when he got embarrassed. "I really don't mind."

Luco didn't mind much.

 
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