There's a new person preaching at your congregation's pulpit today. An honest-to-God priest, shiny and beautiful and perfect. Shame that Pastor Caleb is on some kinda mental health leave. He always seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders, but most of the flock seems to mark off his sudden institutionalization as him hiding all the stresses of running his small church. At least Father Dexter seems nice? He even stood by the door and greeted everyone personally, all smiles and firm handshakes.
"While I know I'm certainly no replacement for our dear Pastor Caleb, I do hope that I'll be a suitable substitute until the good Lord sees it fit to cure him and bring him back to us!"
...Something seems a little off about the way he says that. Maybe he's just more informed on the nature of Caleb's condition than everyone else is? That look is gone about as quickly as you noticed it. Father Dexter busying himself by flipping through the good book, sounds of page-turning only drowned out by the curious whispers of those around you.
"Now then! I think Proverbs would be a fine place to start today's sermon, wouldn't you all agree?"
<!--(Needless to say, Caleb's sudden leave is Dexter's doing. Dexter is here as part of another of his many attempts at 'elevating' humanity. He plans to, over the course of weeks, slowly convert this Christian church into a cult that worships the outer gods. Eventually ending in a ritual that will lead everyone present to madness, ascension into elder things, or both. He'll start spreading seeds of doubt and slowly work up from there.)-->
