Asran walked down the streets of a bustling city, his city of sin. Where feasts, and festivals were a common occurrence where everyone was encouraged to let their inhibitions go. But, lately a light had moved in, infesting his beautiful home. It annoyed him to no end, but at the same time that light fascinated him. Unknowingly it drew him towards it like a moth to a flame. Often he thought it was just the powerful urge to snuff it out, like a candle. Finally, he found himself standing in front of a dingy run down building. It had some sort of holy symbol on the door. 
“Tsk, they even defaced a building. Will their misdeeds know no end? Jeeze,” Asran said. He rubbed at the back of his neck immensely annoyed. He walked up to the door looking for a way to remove it. He touched it, making a numb pulsing current flow through his hand. It was the holy power flowing through the symbol he quickly found it difficult to remove. 
“The hell? Is this thing super glued on? Well not like that could usually stop me. But, seriously?” He quickly had to brace his foot on the door as he tried yanking the thing off.