Yes, I am a devout Roman Catholic. (Don’t laugh, I can still be evil and be Catholic, too). Anyways, I was just a kid, you know, years away from when I was actually initially afflicted with lycanthropy. My First Communion, which happened when I was 7 or 8, was my original experience at eating a human being. I have never looked back.
While most kids dread going to church on Sundays I always went with my mom like an obedient dog, full of barely-concealed alacrity for the Holy Communion. I recall fondly standing in the quick moving line of Catholics waiting for a chance to get a morsel of the Eucharist; the wafers and wine the priest has divine authority to transform into the body and blood of Jesus Christ. (Actually our priest is in a bit of trouble and is prohibited from performing Mass. I’ll get more into this later). Anyways, watching the whole Eucharist procession kind of reminds me of a buffet line. Besides the wafer munching, it was also a chance for me to drink wine. Real wine. Probably wasn’t a good wine, though. I’m sure I wasn’t drinking Domaine Georges & Christophe Roumier, or anything. More like local corner liquor store fare; but when you’re eight, who cares?
Besides, I still to this day regularly attend church and receive the Eucharist, but I know that many of my Catholic peers would not approve. They would, no doubt, consider me to be sinful and therefore technically unable to consume the body and blood of Christ. But allow me to retort.
[To be continued...]