Seven
[He wasn’t raised in a religious family this lifetime, his parents being more interested in making them fight for food and knowledge at the same time (he does actually love them, they’re wonderful folk), and so has never really been near a church. But certain things still stand - he was once a fallen angel, which means that he was once a angel, which means that he was created by God.
And, despite all the big guys perceived faults, he still honours his first and best parent.
It’s Sunday, he’s aware of the fact, and so he locks up his shop all day and spends it getting merrily drunk instead, a nice way to escape the world and all the problems it keeps trying to present.
About halfway through the night he fills his glass to the brim and raises it to the ceiling. Thanks, Dad, he hopes you’re still watching and have maybe gained a reasonable appreciation of the written word in the time since you rejected them.
Never say he’s not a dutiful son.]
And, despite all the big guys perceived faults, he still honours his first and best parent.
It’s Sunday, he’s aware of the fact, and so he locks up his shop all day and spends it getting merrily drunk instead, a nice way to escape the world and all the problems it keeps trying to present.
About halfway through the night he fills his glass to the brim and raises it to the ceiling. Thanks, Dad, he hopes you’re still watching and have maybe gained a reasonable appreciation of the written word in the time since you rejected them.
Never say he’s not a dutiful son.]