[i]Alfons[/i]

Alfons sat in his cell with his now bloody bible in his pants, taking deep breaths every few seconds as the pain from the most recent torture began to wear off. The silver in his bloodstream was agonizing indeed, but it was not as bad as what he has been through over the course of this recent year. The lycan seemed to be at peace, and actually looked like he was trying to pray. He was expected to be more weaker than Kain, but with his condition he was tortured less in order to avoid his immediate death, making him suffer less than his younger friend. To some who would've spot him could think he was praying, but he was doing a lot more than that. The reverend was trying to steel himself, taking in every detail of his cell in the search for an vulnerability he could exploit regardless if there wasn't even one, it was just something for him to do.