Today, I resigned from my position as the deacon for the Clergy. I did it, because I felt that I could not be the type of a deacon father Devons was expecting me to be and he was, after all, the man who invited me to the Clergy and the position, to begin with. While we share the same faith, we go about it in very different ways. His way in never-changing and forceful. Mine, is open-minded and compassionate, above anything else. I wish to serve the community. I wish to welcome everyone who's willing to listen, to the Sunday Service. Even warlocks. I don't believe I'm any less of a priestess for not finding it my place to purge these... evil beings, as father would call them.
I would wish for a peaceful co-existence, but of course, even I am not naïve enough to assume that's just going to happen.
So many, over the course of the past few months, have suggested that I would have some fun, live a little and gain some experiences. Well, that, is exactly what I plan on doing - while still being a priestess of the Light just the same. I have my faith and that will never change, but why have I denied myself everything else?