ARTEMIS AKA WOLF From the foot of the stairs, I tilt my head back and fix my gaze on the enormous cross that rises, dominating atop the Catholic Church's rooftop. I do not regard myself as a religious man. If I'm being completely sincere, I believe that God forgot about me many, many years ago. But then, I could be terribly wrong as I bear the hideous scar of his presence that is smeared across my damn throat. I usually get a bad vibe when I walk into a church. My shoes tend to feel like bricks, weighing me down with every step I take. A sinner like me shouldn't be welcomed here, but the priest somehow manages to make me feel comfortable. I have come here to seek forgiveness for my sins, only to commit them again. I sit in the first pew of the church, my eyes concentrating on the crucifix with Jesus nailed to it, while the priest to my right spins the rosary beads in his hand. I prefer to confess my sins in the open, refusing to enter the confessional because I am unable to l
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