The metallic werewolf Pt1

Scared and out of breath Dr. Richard Benson - as it turned out, a fifth cousin of the trillionaire of the same name - tried to enter the small, inconspicuous chapel as noiselessly he could. The sun-bleached door however, creaked as if to announce the visitor to the old priest just starting with the midnight mass. _Glória in excélsis Deo_ The chapel was completely empty and the priest hesitated almost disapprovingly before continuing. _et in terra pax homínibus bonae voluntátis_. Dr. Benson quickly shuffled into the second to last pew and kneeled. _Laudámus te,_ He quickly rattled off some random prayer, _benedícimus te,_ sat and closed his eyes. _adorámus te,_ His breathing was slowly returning to normal. _glorificámus te,_ The ritual incantations washed over him and he thought back to his youth when, _grátias ágimus tibi propter magnam glóriam tuam,_ in boarding school he was forced to attend mass once every day _Dómine Deus, Rex cæléstis,_ and three times on Sunday.