She felt Damion follow her to the front pew, on the right side of the aisle. She wanted to sit so she could see the altar.
He sat next to her. “I know Alex was chosen for this, but how do we know it will cure his depression? It could end this present situation, but begin another lengthy and dangerous one. How do we know this will not be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?”
Danielle smiled. “I have known Alex for almost four hundred years. Even though he thinks he is dammed, he keeps his faith in God, and that, my dear friend, is the strongest kind of faith there is.”
“So he’ll do it?”
“He has yet to decide.”
“I hope it goes the way we've planned.”
“So do I, Damion, so do I.”
“Why do you always come here to watch him pray? Don’t you think that’s like invasion of privacy or something?”
“I am his guardian.”
“You were, when he was a human. He hasn’t been mortal for a long time. I know enough to know you aren’t required to be with him at all times.”
“That’s true, but his prayers are a most important time for me to be with him.”
“Why?”
“He’s convinced God doesn’t hear his prayers. That’s why he comes here almost every night. He could go on living a sinful life, believing he is dammed anyway, but he doesn’t. It's vital he has some reinforcement of his faith in God. I know he feels me here.”
Damion shook his head. “We'd better get to the meeting. I'll see you there."
Damion left. Danielle didn't want to leave the church. She looked up at the large cross on the wall above the baptismal. “Come on, Big Guy. His time to shine is finally here, so let’s show him how much you really have in store for him.”
She reluctantly stood, walked back down the aisle, and moved transparently through the tightly locked doors.