The forest was quiet, no wind was blowing, and there was no volume of light seen, except from the faded moon. But the only light in the forest, was from the legendary Father of the Angels, Tony Gazinni Carter. The crosses on his purple scarf glowed, his armband's cross glowed and he carried his lantern with him. He walked through the creepy forest like it was no big deal. He moved straight forward to his location, in the deep dark shadows of unknown horror.
There was no sign of direction. The area was so foggy, he couldn't see 10 feet in front of himself, but he knew he was going the right way. Owl hoots, wolf howls and thunder did not scare him. Nothing will scare the Holy Father, not even the devil. He never dared to look left nor right. He kept his eyes forward, looking straight ahead, glaring into the dark abyss.
A scratching bush sounded behind him, and the man paused. He didn't move, but his eyes turned left. He stood there, holding his lantern, waiting for a second sound. A second bush sounded and he turned his body to the direction. "Hello?" the Father asked. But no response. He turned back to his direction and continued to walk forth.
There was a brightening ruined church up ahead, glowing a deep crimson hue. No one knew for sure if this building ever existed. Many said it was a myth, but it still stood, even in front of the Father himself. As he discovered the building, deep turbulence rumbled beneath the temple. Father then spoke with a brave mood, "So, this is the Temple of Damnation."
Father slowly opened the corridor's main entrance, and he walked inside, with the door closing itself, Father spoke his deed within the temple, "As I walk through the dark depths of the Temple of Damnation, the demons of Hell surround me, watching me as I walk my way to the House of Hell's heart. They wait in silence, waiting, for the right time to strike the minds of the Father of the Angels. I must complete my task, return with the devil's heart, or don't come back at all."