"Sacred Whorehouse" Prologue
"The heights of our possibilities are arranged in a tight row, facing the overwhelming power of dark energy. Let's stand together, brothers! Our faith will not bow to the devil's wrath! "
A quiet dripping sound resonated in a claustrophobic small and dark corridor, which was poorly lit only by the faint beam of a wax candle. Faded walls emerged from the shadows, from which mould grew and the crushed plaster was falling here and there. Just below the floor and wall, deformed bushes of black, a wild rose grew.
'Brother Gallo... how much time have we wasted wandering through this intricate maze of corridors and deceptive, hidden passages?', the female voice started resonating with the water dripping.
'The map seemed to be quite accurate and updated... when we get back we'll get this treacherous salesman.', deep male voice joined with resonating through the corridors.
The corridors that have been empty for a long time revived by happy chatting of guests who dared to venture to the deepest level of the Vatican's underground fortifications. Cleopas Gallo and his companion Marina Bianchi slowly emerged from the darkness, dressed in white robes with embroidered Holy Trinity sign-on scarves hung on shoulders. In their hands, they carried baskets filled with various kinds of colourful flowers. They walked evenly, wandering through the gloom that had been subdued only by the faint ray of candle's light. Suddenly they both stopped at the centre of the fork, which effectively stopped the further journey of the mysterious couple. They looked around the corridors separating the four corners of the world.
'Where now, Brother Gallo?', Marina Bianchi stepped from one foot to the other, looking impatiently at Cleopas. The woman felt as if someone was watching them from the darkness. The feeling of being trapped could be blamed on the narrowness of the aisles.
'Quiet... can't you hear, sister?', Cleopas pressed his forefinger to his lips, signalling Marina to be quiet for a moment and listen to the surroundings. There was music in the distance, drowned out by the sound of water flowing down the walls and dripping from the ceiling. Cleopas put his hand to the ground to feel the vibration.
'We're here ...', the man smiled at Marina, showing the disgusting visage of the psychopath.
'Then... let's get ready for the party!', Marina answered her companion with an equally crazy smile, then threw the communion basket onto the ground, from which the container with anti-tank ammunition, previously buried with colourful flower petals, had fallen. The woman rolled up her white religious robe, thereby revealing her naked body and the M4 assault rifle.
Cleopas Gallo followed the activities of the nun and began the preparations himself. He dipped his hand in the basket and pulled out two hand grenades, then rolled up his robe, also revealing his naked, well-built body. He pulled out two Colt pistols from his inside pockets.
The monks armed themselves in complete silence, twisting parts of their arms, naked and dirty, sitting in the dark. It took a good ten minutes to get them dressed again.
"Ready to punish sinners, sister?"
"Like never, brother ..."
The remixed pop music started getting louder in the corridor. The end of the path was remarkable as the walls were well-preserved and clean, white tiles alternating with black ones. Finally, she can make her entrance... the mistress of the most sacred brothel in the whole world! Luna Lozano...
Prologue