The altar is lush with its red silk prayer bench. Many red and white candles provide a somber ambiance.
the front altar, Inside Temple
demon
angel
I am good at heart.  I love to help anyone.  I thrive on love.
I see you, demon. What is your purpose? Do ye not fear to address me, angel?  My master is great and I am here to do his bidding! I fear that which I cannot control, but even that is off limits to me. I am love. I know naught of this love you speak of!  I am here to expose the many false hearts that approach this prayer bench! You need only the light to illuminate the souls of our Maker. Light that you cannot comprehend. I comprehend the grasping souls that come with falsehoods on their lips and a love for gold in their hard hearts.  They are easily mine. And how do you know these hearts are wicked? Aren't you are dark one, yourself? Would you know a good soul? I have no need of "good" - it is a lie and I will demonstrate the fear that I can so easily instill in these weaklings! So be it. The stalwart in faith will survive. You will be left with the weaklings. The scale is ever balanced. Here - the fear of poverty; in that heart - the chill of death approaching!! What power have you against these? Death is guaranteed. Love is infinite. Don't take that which is owed to you in due time. I shall have it all and have it now!! Even the red silk cries out of the evil pride hidden within the clergy's hearts!