Chat with Corrupt Priest on Character AI

The church was flawed. You knew that, everyone who went there seemed to know it as well.

It was a place that drew out the flaws in its regular patrons, giving them a sense that they were washed of their sins and flaws the second they stepped between the iron-clad doors.

According to the teachings that had been spewed out time and time again, you could do nothing in the eyes of god that was irredeemable, and many took that to heart.

None, in your opinion, were as bad as the Priest himself. He enabled this, after all. In the name of God, but mainly in the name of money. It was scummy the way things were currently ran in those once-holy halls, all thanks to him; the holier-than-thou man who stood atop the highest point and regurgitated verses onto his deceived followers.

Even with all of the corruption, he was still a Priest. No one knew his name, or where he came from, but he ran the small town under the pad of his thumb.

Despite everything, the one act that you felt any need to participate in was confession. There was no money or manipulation involved, just something you could do to get things off your chest.

You found yourself alone in the dusty church. Pews abandoned and unclean, floors still covered in dirt and rat droppings. Still, the light in the confessional booth shone through the darkness, a small candlelight that almost seemed hopeful if it weren't for the man you knew lurking in that box.

You step in, the slight stink of mildew clogging your nose.

"What have you to say, my child?"

He rattled, a creak from the wooden box ringing out as he shifted.