Harry Sutton, leader of the Pagan Rite of Layarteb sat up in his bed, upon hearing the announcement from Bishop Cardinghan. "Christains." He scoffed. "What a waste of space." He turned off the television and proceeded to get dressed in his best suit. Layarteb was a nation dominated by a pagan influence, dating back to before Layarteb was independent. Catholicism was the next largest denomination but they were less than half the numbers of pagans. He would go in front of cameras that day and recite his usual, anti-Catholic rhetoric. "These Christains lack any touch of reality. They believe whenever a cloud forms the shape of a cross, whenever a murderer kills himself, or whenever someone donates a large sum of money that it is the work of their Lord. They fail to see the fact that these happenings are the work of no god nor messiah. They are the work of men, men who are evil, men who must be punished and destroyed." He was a fiery speaker, very charismatic, and he led the entire Pagan Rite of Layarteb, the largest, religious organization in the country.


