Chapter 1

This tragedy happened on July 20, 2020. That day... the entire Lozano family was found murdered in their villa on the outskirts of Madrid. Their bodies, deformed with gouged out eyes, family property demolished and burned. An unpleasant sight, especially since Lozano was one of the most respected and influential families in all of Spain. Police never discovered who was behind the mass murder, only burned corpses and remains of the property of a great family were found. In addition to family members, the bodies of members of the menacing mafia, who called themselves "Uroboros", were also discovered. Police said the Lozano family must have had a conflict with the head of the mafia, or had been involved in the arms and drug trafficking, resulting in their brutal death.

There was no break-in, no witnesses or signs of a potential fight. After inspecting the corpse and any items saved out of the fire that could be used as evidence, the police hit a dead end.

Although the case hid many unsolvable secrets, after about a year from the fatal accident, something that exceeded all accepted norms happened... the body of Lozano's oldest daughter, Luna Lozano, was found. By this time she was about to reach her eighteenth birthday, however, premature death knocked on her door.

The girl was found in a small forest near the crime scene. She was hanging upside down, one foot tied to a tree branch. No evidence of murder was found. Luna's body was unusually clean, free from bruises or signs of cuts or other injuries. It was also difficult to talk about suicide because young Luna would not have enough strength to be able to tie her own foot on a tree and hang like that for several days without food and water.

Also, another terrifying trace that gave supernatural overtones to the whole affair was Luna's eyes. She had double pupils, green and blue on her left eye, brown and blue on her right eye.

The case of the mysterious death of the Lozano family has never been resolved. The bodies were buried in the ancestral crypt together with Luna, who joined the eternally resting family only after a long examination of many great doctors and criminologists, in vain trying to determine the motives and cause of Luna Lozano's death.

However, the real struggle for survival was about to take place, right at the feet of the largest pillar of faith... the Vatican.

All newborn babies of mother nature began to bloom in the Vatican gardens. Spring was approaching, heralding the beginning of a pleasant fragrance of fresh air. In Rome began the increased movement of tourists and residents, happily crossing the winding streets of the Italian capital.

In the Vatican itself, there was a similar rise as in the suburbs. The period of Sede Vacante was approaching, during which the highest cardinals would sit at the Conclave congregation and elect another head of the Catholic church. Stressed priests wandered the corridors of the Vatican nervously, which was watched by Augustine Romano sitting on an exclusive oak bench with a sewn-in silk lining. With him, under the shadow of a green cherry tree, sat his friend bishop Santoro.

'You know that it will be difficult to do. I hope she knows what she is doing.', said Santoro, leaning on the bench. In his hand, he was holding a glass of wine by Giacomo Conterno Monfornito, which he tasted sensually.

'The girl knows what she is doing, I taught her a few tricks myself. If our plan succeeds... we will become Demiurge of a new era! However, for now, it is better not to whisper too loudly... here the walls have ears and their ears another pair.', Augustine began to whisper, looking at the empty garden enveloping him. When he finally made sure that he and Santoro were alone, he bent down to pour some wine into his own glass.

On the glass, oak-covered table, there was a silver tray filled with delicious Italian bread and wonderful blue cheese, which was enjoyed by the conversation's companions. The Vatican Gardens stretch through most of the outer fortifications and form a decorative part of the Vatican City State. In the place where Santoro and Augustine were, a small veranda stretched out, surrounded by a tall thick bush of grapes.

'Augustine, I think I'll have to leave you. I still have a lot to discuss with the congregation... and I have to visit Eden.', Santoro got up from the seat, bowed to his friend and left the porch. Before leaving, he sent a sign of silence to Augustine.

Cardinal Romano remained alone, surrounded by a grape bush, through which warm sun rays penetrate. The old man looked at his glass of wine half-filled with an elaborate drink, and slowly moving feathery clouds in the sky. After an idyllic moment, he got up from the bench, pulled a phone out of his pocket, and entered a mysterious number.

"Hello... have you dealt with the uninvited guests?" Silence followed after Augustine's words, broken by gusts of wind.

"I understand... then see you later, Luna."

Cleopas Gallo and Marina Bianchi followed the loud music echoing between the walls of the tunnel. Armed to the teeth, they were approaching their destination, Brothel Eden. Hidden from the eyes of the audience, the only such brothel focused mainly on sophisticated clientele coming from above, straight from the Vatican itself. Everyone has a dream that they try to make come true. Everyone needs a moment of respite and a moment for frolic. Man is by nature a greedy animal, preying on weakness and goodwill. Nobody is perfect, even a priest needs a moment for himself and his needs. Eden Brothel is the centre of all greed. Full of opportunities to satisfy any sexual deviation and unusual taste, sometimes even illegal.

The owner, Luna Lozano, built this activity solely to spread goodwill and help oppressed priests who, through their profession, could not afford the scandal of sex with a whore. This would badly affect their CV and probably ruin their entire career as a cleric. That is why Eden was created to quench greedy impulses and needs. Admission to the brothel is only for influential guests, clergy and specially invited citizens.

'We're here, Cleopas.', Marina nodded toward her companion, signalling Gallo to prepare a hand grenade. Before they were a huge gate made of white marble. All the walls, along with the floor and ceiling were also made of marble, cut through a checkered pattern, shimmering with black and white. At the corners of the walls were porcelain vases in which black roses bloomed, surrounding both sides of Eden's gate. Irregularly positioned golden door handles were attached to the monumental door. Marina approached one, lifted the heavy handle and then slammed with all her strength. 'Knock! Knock! Motherfuckers!', the woman screamed with all her might. The music outside the door stopped for a moment. There was grave silence, which was again disturbed by dripping from the end of the marble corridor several dozen meters away.

'Stand aside Marina, I will throw a grenade. It will dump them!', said Cleopas, moving away from the mighty gate. In his hand was an unlocked hand grenade, which remained only on the clamp. 'Prepare your weapons.', said the priest, never leaving his door. He swung his powerful hand and tossed the explosive straight into the gate. A thrown weapon was still in the air for a while, Cleopas and Marina watched the approaching destruction in silence.

When the grenade was about to hit the door, suddenly an infinite black fog appeared on the marble, from which a clawed female hand emerged. She caught the grenade in flight before it could explode and pulled it into the dark abyss. The priests stood in amazement, watching the wall in disbelief from which the demonic hand had just slid out.

'Have you... have you fucking seen that !? What the fuck just happened here ?!', terrified Marina stepped back a few solid meters. She was watching the supernatural wall all the time. Cleopas couldn't say a word, couldn't even move.

"Hello, dear guests of Eden. How can I help you? "

A woman emerged from the darkness, she was about twenty-five years old. Perfect slightly tanned skin, skinny silhouette, good-looking feminine features, black hair falling partly at the front, back tied with a white butterfly band. Dressed in a fashionable women's suit from the Versace collection. Behind her was a taller, slightly older woman around the age of thirty, exceptionally better built-in terms of muscle mass. She also had sexy shapes, in some respects unattainable. The beautiful Mediterranean complexion, slightly freckled. Dressed in a Sado Maso outfit resembling that of a police uniform.

"My name is Luna Lozano, and here is my right hand, Sierra Obucús. Could I find out the reason for your sudden arrival? "

Luna spoke to the two priests as Sierra gazed at them with her red eyes as if she desired a sudden saturation. She judged them on every part of the body, licking and biting her lower lip until the blood flowed out of it, which she also licked with pleasure.

Luna, seeing Sierra's uncontrollable thirst, quickly reacted so that she would not throw herself on the priests and tear them to shreds. 'As you have seen, my beloved defender is neither an amateur... nor a human being.', A younger woman leaned on Obucús shoulder.

'Princess... I don't think our guests have permission to bring their weapons with them.', the demoness reacted to Luna's rhetoric, embracing her cheek with her hand. 'Should I requisition their weapons ?', Sierra gave a sexy look at Luna, who was standing firmly and looking eloquently at her companion.

The Eden's owner climbed the height of Sierra's ear to whisper her seductively: 'You can have fun with our sweet, male friend but the naughty next to him... leave me here for the dessert.', after these words, Sierra got wet...

Marina and Cleopas did not even react to the conversation of two women, they automatically aimed at them with their weapons and started firing. A stream of shells spilt across the floor and a hail of bullets began to fall in the corridor. Walls, ceiling and floor were covered with fire holes. Darkness was torn apart by flares after shots. The thick fog began to form in the room, blocking the view of the attackers. Only when the priests ran out of ammunition did the silence stop. The two psychopaths pulled out their handguns, put their backs against each other, and began looking for any movement in the fog.

Suddenly, the unscratched Luna emerged from the smoke, who was walking toward the psychopaths, completely unarmed. She took every step with grace and undisturbed calm.

"Don't be lazy, Sierra. We don't have all day to deal with these two. End the stalking. "

A quick shadow penetrated the ceiling and was just above the heads of Cleopas and Marina. The two did not even manage to fire a single shot from their handguns when they were swollen by the complete darkness.

"Ohhhh ... so rude. You deserve a good punishment! Mother will give it to you, and it will be ... death!"

Chapter 1 of "Sacred Whorehouse"