Flooded my heart

Godric observed them briefly, suspecting that Louis was not praying, unlike his counterpart. It was a strange feeling for him to have a devil and an angel in his worship service. Almost like a dream, he thought, but then started with a welcome round to the newcomers and was a bit excited himself. Not only because he would pray in front of new monks, but also knew that something would be missing from the sermon. The songs. He saw himself facing a great catastrophe, but he could no longer escape and began to say a long prayer to God with the others. However, something was different. He could clearly feel that Rafael was really praying. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he felt a warmth, a sacred power. He looked at Louis out of the corner of his eye and felt his suspicion that Louis was not praying confirmed. But he could understand. After all, he was the devil. If he were to pray, his prayers would probably come back to himself. The closer he got to the part of the sermon that wa