“It was?” Harold, though technically half-demon, had a social respectability that propelled him to attend services at least once a month. “I thought it repetitive and tedious--”
“Lovely sermon Reverend.”
“Lifted your thoughts right to a different plane, I hope.” Reverend Mackenzie smiled, showing a flash of gold at the back. Harold raised an eyebrow at the vanity.
“Something like that, yes,” he said. “It made me think I was in Hell.”