Hm... maybe this will help. My religion currently looks like this:
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“Just yesterday,” the old man said softly, “a strange couple came to be married. The man charged me not to reveal this but he also reviled the gods. Therefore I owe him nothing. His name was Michael, hers, Christiana.”
“If you’re lying to me, I’ll tear out your tongue, high priest or not. I don’t believe in your gods either, old man.”
“I am not lying! I swear! They were married by all the ceremonies!”
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“But what’s his name? What will I call him? He’s your child, you must name him. That is the custom.”
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“What gods?” Michael spat out the words, “What gods? Show them to me! Prove their power! You cannot, for there are no gods. As for the people, it is not them who I have wronged. It is the king I hate, for he has set himself up as lord of the earth. He is nearer to a god then your idols. I will not worship him, nor will I yield to you. You will spare my life; to live out in slavery. Endless torture you promise yet I would choose that rather then to lose my freedom and my will. That would be true torture, to own my enemies my lord. And I will not! Think you that I would choose otherwise? Do what you will with me but I will not yield. I am sick of working for you and your kind; I will do so no longer. This I have sworn and I never break an oath. Don’t waste your time trying to make me do so now. I curse you all. I curse your gods…”
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I couldn't leave her alone so I held her hand and I prayed... oh I know you don't hold with the gods Mickey!" she cried. "And it will cost you dearly some day, but what else could I do?"
Not much, I know... but still. There it is.