The air was heavy and still as the faithful followers of the Church of sulfur gathered around the closed casket. Father Oleander was no longer with them and it still hadn’t settled in how they’d never see the sleazy priest around again. Father Jasper surveilled the scene closely, taking in all the grieving faces with his own passive one. Truthfully Jasper was surprised that it took this long for Oleander to, literally, dance his way into bed with trouble. Th...
