The Priestess

Here, I wanted to try out how cartoon-style images work. How do you like it?

It was the day before my ordination as a priestess. I thought I would be nervous. Instead, I was filled with a deep sense of calm and gratitude. I decided to prepare for the big day by spending the evening alone in quiet prayer. So I put on the robe that had been specially tailored for this special occasion and went to the church.

The large, tall building was empty. Not a sound could be heard. The scent of incense and old wood filled my senses as I walked reverently between the rows of pews with measured steps. I stopped in front of the altar and spread my arms. I imagined how I would stand in this pose in front of the congregation the next day, all eyes on me. And at the end of the ceremony, the singing would burst forth and rise to the heavens like a chorus of jubilation. Then I would finally have achieved the goal I had been working toward my entire life. I felt my heart beat faster at this thought.

Was I proud?

I think so. Even though pride was considered the gravest of the seven deadly sins and the root of all vice, because it placed man above others and even above God.

A smile stole across my lips. Well, I could probably afford a tiny little deviation from the pure path of faith. That wouldn't immediately condemn me to eternal damnation, would it? Because otherwise, I was flawless and deserved to hold this prominent position in the community.

Nothing could stop me now. Even if the gates of hell opened and the Prince of Darkness himself wanted to stop me. I would remain steadfast and resist him.