The adjoining temples of Glory and Dominion were full this morning. The past holy months had been trying ones and the well-attended services beneath fortress-like spires reflected this. Up before the standing crowd that packed the temple’s great floor and poured over the steep steps, a man wearing a ceremonial crown addressed the city’s faithful.
“In these trying times, we must trust there is a plan, trust that Dominion rules, and that Glory will bless us if we stand resolute. Immortal logic will always confuse mortal minds. And sometimes, there is no logic.” The priest swayed, opening his arms so the temples fires glinted off the crown. After the crowd rippled with nods, the priest continued. “A few important things have no reason behind them, yet, somehow, that will never alter their gravity.”
“Only a few?” muttered Cole. He’d come to the service with coworkers from the station, cajoled by them and guilted by his own religious upbringing. After an hour the overblown assurances were beginning to sound like political spin. Dominion and Glory were to be respected, but as an adherent of their quieter son, Law, there were times the grandstanding grated.
Nothing that had happened in the last months had any reason behind them. Deviant religious sects, unholy killings, and pervasive chaos shook the city to its core. Cole knew Law wasn’t pleased, he felt it.
Cole had no difficulty parting the crowd and getting down the steps. The crowd stepped aside for him, happy to take the space left by his wide shoulders. He met the disapproving looks of a priest with a deferential nod. No disrespect to Dominion and Glory’s gilded clergy, but he, and the city, needed order.
Law, the middle son of the goddess Glory and the god Dominion, kept his temple close to the district square, adjacent to the solid edifice kept by his older brother, Justice. There were no crowds on the white stone steps and Cole entered Law’s temple in silence.
Cole performed the appropriate supplicant motions with rote ease. He didn’t remember learning the motions as a child, but assumed he had in some early forgotten lesson. Protocol complete, Cole looked up at Law’s alter only to close his eyes, waiting for some assurance that he was in the right place, that reason still ruled.
Minutes later, Cole opened his eyes. He looked around the temple, searching for something and found only a few bored priests. There was nothing, here in the temple and searching for law, Cole was left with his own thoughts.
This week we were given the line A few important things have no reason behind them, yet, somehow, that will never alter their gravity. And being the vile thieves we are, have turned it to our own purposes. It’s all part of the Legal Theft Project.