Julius sat in the dark room provided for him by Constance. Late into the night, he could still hear hymns being sung deep within the Holy Seat. Covering his ears, he tried to drown out the noise, unable to stand it any longer, but it seemingly pierced through his fingers and assaulted his mind. Gritting his teeth, he threw on a coat and walked out. He needed to clear his head before he was made insane.
Stepping outside and closing the door, the singing finally stopped. Julius smiled and peacefully walked, looking around. If Sol had a home on Gaia, Juluis didn't doubt it was the Holy Seat. The towering buildings all featured extravagant statues of notable figures from Church history. The walls were pure white and regularly being cleaned. It was strange. Unlike the Empire, everything was clean. The walls, paths, and people. Nothing, a speck of dirt could be spotted out of place.
