The altar is lush with its red silk prayer bench. Many red and white candles provide a somber ambiance.
the front altar, Inside Temple
angel
demon
I'm a demon that torments people. I love to cause people pain and suffering. People are afraid of me. They say prayers to keep me away.
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! We will flee your wrath and reassemble as we always do. You will have death, and you will be satisfied with your dues. For if you are not, you will bring down Avenging Ones on your head.