Holy Holy

The sun is shining, the city is bustling, and the church bells are ringing. In exactly 3 months time, Setu will die.

The sun shone overhead, gleaming off of the surrounding cars in mid-day traffic. Blue sky peeked between towering spires, billboards and buildings, and pedestrians moved with purpose through the crosswalks, chatted in crowds, or stopped into businesses. A man spun a sign, wearing only jeans and a T-Shirt, advertising St. Treasury's Gold-Star Laundromat, tired and woefully out of place in the bustle of ornate church clothes. The Kane family, enclosed in the van, paid no mind to his plight. Heather kept her eyes on the road. Two of her children remained glued to a tiny screen, which chimed and beeped non-stop.

"You're doing it wrong."
"Huh?" Setu did not look up from the handheld console.
"You're doing it wrong! Stop going back to that room, you need to- here-" she nudged her brother's hand and took the device, which chimed happily after a series of quick, purposeful button presses. "There. See?"
"What?! How'd you do that so fast?!" Setu grabbed at the console, which she held just out of his seatbelt's limit. Heathers eye's glanced up in the rearview.
"Kids! Don't wrinkle your church clothes... and put that thing away," Heather's voice was placid, matter-of-fact. "We'll be there soon. Setu, Saint Oxford will be waiting for you inside the east wing. Faline, you are to be in class on time today. Understood?"
"Yes, mom." They said in bored unison, Faline lowering the console onto the seat. She looked away, embarrassed, and Setu looked out the window, annoyed.

He had to squint to see against the bright sunlight. The view had shifted from the businesses and crowds tucked between towering buildings, the more strictly commercial concrete giving way to a maze of sprawling church buildings, most made of sparkling white stone and accented in gold. His own outfit mirrored their style and designs, thick, patterend fabric weighing down on his shoulders. He glanced at Faline, whose simple dress and shoes seemed much more comfortable than the heavy layers that weighed on his shoulders. The car slowly pulled into the artificial darkness of a parking garage. Heather pulled out an ID and it scanned with a chipper tone, opening the gate and allowing her inside. Spotless cars were scattered across the mostly empty lot. They parked, and Heather helped Setu out gingerly, offering a hand as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Here, honey. Careful, don't crease your gown." He stepped onto the concrete with an enchoing click of his boots. Faline hopped out and shut her own door, coming around the other side of the car to walk with her mother and brother. They walked inside in silence, through a sliding glass door that led to a sterile white hallway, modern, rectangular lights inset on the sides, Setu's footsteps echoing on polished grey and gold marble. Through another set of doors was an airy atrium with huge, painted cielings. None of the Kane trio gawked at the familiar access and ornamentation as they hugged and went on their own routes through the church. An Aven named Amile was there to escort him to his next destination today. Faline and Heather split off towards a sign that read "North Wing", and Setu watched them disappear into the bustle of churchgoers before walking