Year 20XX | Wilted Rose Village
"B-Begone you monster! You w–witch…! God will surely p-punish you for this! K-Killing is a si-"
SLASH.
In a blink of an eye, the old priest's mouth is sliced horizontally and his eerie screech fills the silent church of the wretched village. Blood gushes out of the hypocrite geezer and the redness splattered all over the ground and the killer's white dress.
The moon is shining bright and as the old priest looked up to the monster he's facing, he froze and saw the face of an angel. Looking entirely divine and unable to even inflict harm to someone. The killer's hair flew along the cold breeze of the night and was illuminated by the moonlight and her serene blue eyes glowed like a still, peaceful ocean.
"You're too noisy, Father." A melodious voice spoke. "Even when you've lost your mouth, you seem to still preach nonsense—I hate that."
The killer took another step towards the old priest who was trembling in fear. The holy ground is even soaked in urine as the priest found himself pissing when faced before his inevitable end.
"D.. D.. D-D.. Do ..n.. t.." The old priest cries loudly, kneeling and begging for his tainted life. However, in the hand of the killer is a bloodied sword that is not afraid of taking lives after another. Mercy is nowhere in the monster's vocabulary, and so, the man who cannot be called pitiful because of his uncovered sins, met his death in the hands of a fallen angel.
After killing the last priest in the church of that city, the killer found herself walking out of the holy place, dragging her sword with a trail of blood. Her white dress now soaked in red and no longer pure as it first seemed.
Behind her is a sound of footsteps, echoing through the halls. The killer halted and so did the footsteps.
"You're not wearing your sandals." The man's voice said, his shadow can be seen in the marble flooring of the church's corridor.
The killer didn't respond and after a minute of unresponsiveness, she continued walking, leaving the faceless man behind who didn't try to follow her again.
The moment that she stepped out of the church's area, another man in a suit appeared after the faceless man. "Signore, the cleaners are already here."
"Is that so? Then we should already head out as well. This holy field is no longer beautiful the moment that she left. I don't want to stay here further." The faceless man said and walked away. The man in suit then followed him out, leaving the once home of divinity as a bloody hell.
"That woman really knows no mercy." He chuckled while looking out of the window and gazing over the bright moon. Upon looking at the moonlit sky, memories start flooding in his mind.
Memories of the past that even when he forced himself to forget, he just couldn't.
"Young Signore, Signore Mavross and Signora Gabriela said you should remain here for a while." The butler, Amiro, said to the young boy with white hair and amber eyes that shines uniquely among people who possess the eyes of gold.
The young boy then tilted his head and looked at the butler; confusion visible in his eyes. "Here?" He then looks around and sees nothing but people who are pretending to give their faith to someone they haven't even met—they don't even know if such a person exists.
Yes. He's in a holy place. A church.
"Yes, Young Signore, here." Amiro replied to the young boy's questioning look.
"But why here? I thought today was supposed to be a family day, Amiro? Why did Mom and Dad leave?"
The butler sighs. "Young Signore, that is—"
"Is it work-related again? Spare me that bullshit, Amiro. I want to go home now." He cut off the butler's words, making the butler freeze and sigh. In his mind, indeed; the Young Signore has taken after the current Mafioso.
But before they could leave the church, the mass started with three rings of the bell and followed by the melodious choir that made the young boy halt.
He turned and looked at the choir and his eyes focused on the young girl wearing a white dress with her long, wavy brown hair let loose as she sang along.
"What are they doing, Amiro?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh, they're the choir of this church, Young Signore. Why? Have you taken interest in participating as well? Shall I inform Signore and Signora?"
"No." His amber eyes remained fixed towards the young girl. "Amiro. Why do people put their faith in a non-existent God?"
Amiro noticed the focus on the young boy's eyes and a small smile appeared on his lips. "Young Signore, that is a question I cannot answer as well. Perhaps it is the fact that humans love to give it all to non-existent when they feel all hopeless."
"Does that mean… that girl over there—do she need God?"
The butler nods. "Perhaps she does, Young Signore."
"I see…" A smirk appeared on the young boy's lips. "If she feels hopeless and in need of a God, then perhaps, I could make God's existence a reality."
"Signore? Signore Mikhail.. Signore-"
With a sharp, yet cold edgy tone, he responded. "What?" Those fuckers dare to disturb his daydreaming of the past. A beautiful past.
"We are already here, Signore." The man in suit informed and he stepped out of the car with a sigh while fixing his robe.
"Didn't I already say for you all to stop calling me Signore? I am no longer part of that family. My family is here. In this place." He said as he stood in front of a large and grandiose place.
A church.
His hand then gripped to the cross in his necklace. "Call me 'Father Mikhail'—and I won't tolerate ignorance next time." His voice dripped with threat and the man froze as well as the other men along with him.
One man, the first one stepped forward with a respectful stance. "Father, forgive us for our mistake. We were just used to calling you that before you entered the priesthood."
Mikhail's expression remained stoic yet cold. "Tell my father that no matter what, I won't return to the family. Even if Hell's fire got extinguished, I won't."
That's right.
My life is not for that path. Right now, my path is filled with thorns and I am ready to walk through it—barefoot. Just to reach and grasp the beautiful white rose awaiting for me at the end.
And that rose is an arcangel that is now walking in a bloody path.
I will come for you, il mio angela. I will embrace you and we shall fall into darkness…
together.