You hear a voice boom as everyone in the temple turns to look

"Ah ha ha, looks like someone doesn't like the deity that they supposedly worship as much as they publicly profess, as such mother sent me to take you to court. Better be glad that no one can see me, although you better hope that mother wins the case, otherwise whoever you claim to worship is gonna not exactly be your biggest fan."

As a hand reaches down to grab your hand, you see a robed ?woman? - the voice is definitively feminine although it's not as if you can see the woman's face, the way her jet black cloak casts shadow over it. You just barely notice that her other hand holds a scythe as she pulls you up through the roof, going to an unknown destination. "I'm Macaria by the way, you'll want to know it for when the defending deity smites you. Win or lose, you're probably gonna die; mother's not the most well-liked deity. Unless the defendant is dad, in which case I certainly won't be at the court case." You see what seems to be a shudder flow through her cloak. "Nope, never again."