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The evening service concludes with the final amen. Devotees shuffle out of the pews and file out the wooden doors. The warm night breeze seeps inside the church. In the eighth row, away from the door, a lone figure chooses to remain in God's house. His auburn clothing is stylish but subdued so as not to draw the pastor's attention.
The doors swish shut, and the lock clicks. Pastor Hamuel waddles to the last devotee. He grasps the back of the pew to assist himself into the red seat. The human-like being is statuesque, eyes unblinking, mouth closed, and chest still. His relaxed posture during service vanished with the closing of the doors.
"I didn't know God still calls to beings like you?"
"In my long life, God has been my only consistent companion. Even when I question them." His fangs peek behind his lips.
The pew moans when Pastor Hamuel leans back. "Then, may you never lose faith, and keep questioning."
