Footsteps wrung out of the corridor, echoing with weight, not a sound otherwise heard from the chamber at its end. The soft steps of the Sisters always muffled by the soft satin slippers alike to the dresses they don, journey forth to what could only be called a work of the profound; there are no doors here, no secrets from those who inhabit this place.


    All hall ways lead to the entrance of the church and the entrance leads to all the children. Never a spec of doubt or fear would be seen on the inhabitant''s face regarding this, it was Mother''s will, to have them connected, open and sharing of their practices. This didn''t mean that anyone was allowed into the church and the Brother''s made sure only the pious could roam these floors.


    The soft, coordinated steps of the Sister''s continued to echo through the corridor, growing in weight with the passing of every open room; younger Sister''s joined the procressesion for the glorious occasion. Natalie led her darling young ones to the chamber, one could say she was gorgeous, regal and overwhelmingly charming. All children knew her as Mother''s first daughter, while they all could speak and be with Mother at any time, all were truly envious of her to be the first blessed.


    Like all Sisters Natalie''s back was exposed from the bottom of her back to her shoulders, showing the world of a Glyph belonging to only Mother; for only she knew how to create it, the Blessing to all her children. Her dress however still being satin was sheer, seethrough and tinted red, revealing her body entirely. Ceremonial of nature and only used when she came to pass Mother''s wishes.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Entering the chamber the Sister''s seamlessly walked towards theamphitheatre behind the podium which Natalie now stood. The sisters would always sit higher and behind her during the sermon while the Brother''s would kneel on both legs in rows of 10 from the walkway of the entrance to said podium, until they reached the walls that climb the height of5 men and spanning the width of 50, an arched ceiling painted with the vision of Mother lovingly looking down at her arms cradling a daughter.


    The brothers kneel shoulder to shoulder, clad in simple linens and sturdy boots. Both arms donned with 3 silver bracelets, each with multiple crystals and different Glyphs. A necklace with a pure azure crystal the size of a fat walnut laid on their collarbones weighed their heads far more than any simpleton could understand. Despite being simply dressed and oddly having so much jewelry anyone who saw the Brothers would be drawn to the warmth of their smiling eyes.


    Natalie standing at the podium inbetween theamphitheatre filled with her Sister''s and the carpeted floor filled with her Brother''s stood solemnly. Natalie gazed into the eyes of her Brother''s with sharp intent, she had been waiting decades for this moment.


    Once all Sister''s were seated and once again silence loomed over the churches Hall of words; Natalie spoke a single sentence, firmly with no intonations of anything but the words being a single simple truth.


    "Mother has spoken: It is time foraristocracy to die."