Chapter 3

Extremely afraid of knowing how terribly dangerous business her parents run. She knew that one day it would bring them horrible consequences. Everyone worked hard to maintain the status of the family, it was enough to disagree with this one contract. Nothing would happen. It is possible that they would not have to pay the price for this fatal choice. They were devoured by chaos engulfing the city, born of unrestrained anger and lust. Immortal money fell on them like an avalanche, crushing their lungs, taking the fresh day of the next morning.

"Poor, frail thing... you took everything from them. How much greed can be enclosed in one man? "

"I have no idea, maybe you can tell me that. However, I think you've talked enough. Let's move on to determining the terms of the contract... Andras. "

"Such a young soul... and already warped to the limit! Hahaha! Okay, young lady, I'll make a deal with you. Just know that I give you no hope of success in your plans. I will give you a tool that will give you a better chance of survival. You will definitely make friends... "

Few mortals have ever managed to summon a higher-level demon without physical or mental injury. The story of this young and fragile girl turned into a brutal and heroic fight for the right views. Without Beatrice's help, young Luna would be consumed by the void.

A hot soul was burning between the niches in the walls. A soft tapping of the ground spread like a shadow across the corners of the dungeon leading to brothel Eden. The companion of the darkness was Bishop Santoro, led by short but extremely steep stairs. He walked the secret path to Eden, known by guests and invited people. Only Vatican management has no clue about the existence of an exceptional abbreviation. Stairs lead to the brothel gates. Bishop Santoro, as a partner in the final plan of Luna Lozano, is one of the people who have one of the five keys capable of opening the gate.

The priest was at a small crossroads, in the centre of which was placed a small pedestal with a keyhole. Santoro pulled a heavy brass key from his pocket. It was a tool made of proper material, richly decorated with patterned shapes of flowers. The man put the key in the hole in the pedestal. There was a loud rattle of old, rusted gears in the walls, and suddenly two of the three paths opened in front of Santoro. One led straight to the secret passage in Luna's office, the other straight into the impenetrable depth of darkness and the last passage was always open, for brothel guests who did not have keys like Santoro.

The bishop was about to head straight for Luna Lozano's office, with whom he had to discuss the details of the plan's start when he heard footsteps approaching him. Augustine Romano emerged from the darkness. Terrified, Santoro didn't notice that the person who was following him was Augustine. The bishop quickly pulled out a Magnum pistol and started aiming at the man.

'Easy, my friend. It's me, Augustine. You can lower your weapon. ', Romano waved at Santoro, signalling that he should calm his murderous tendencies.

'Unbelievable, I thought you went to get some intel on Congregation of Adam.', Santoro put his weapon back in his belt. He looked at Augustin in disbelief.

'I sent a spy, if he can get some information about the congregation, at least we'll learn something about this attack on Eden. I would not have been able to leave the Vatican unnoticed without suspicion, which is why I sent my best people.', Cardinal Romano explained and patted Santoro on the shoulder. Both priests went together towards the brothel of Eden to find out if Luna managed to get any useful information about that religious cult, calling itself "Adam's congregation" This cult was created by the long-dead head of the Vatican to spy on and ensure the security of Eden. Adam's Congregation works on the principle of eliminating potential threats and censorship of unwanted rumours and leaks.

'Alfredo made his move, I'm curious how the situation will develop in the Vatican. I only know that there will be blood soon.', Cardinal Augustine frowned, searching his pockets for a handkerchief. He stopped and leaned forward, began to cough terribly and wheezingly, he covered his mouth with a white, cotton handkerchief, which slowly showed traces of sipping blood. 'We don't have time to waste.', Augustine added, wiping his mouth of off blood.

'Has the disease intensified? It doesn't look good.', Santoro started patting Romano on the back. 'It's nothing, I have an appointment for surgery soon. I hope they'll remove this tumour from me. Anyway, I can't miss the Grande Finale. Let's go, we still have a lot to discuss.', Augustine said, looking at the bloody handkerchief. After a moment, he put the dirty material back in his pocket.

"I don't have time to die... not right now!"

The evening was approaching. Most of the Vatican buildings were illuminated by the bright light of lamps. Glow burst into one of the rooms through the window, marking the lunar path. There was a single bathtub in the middle of the room. The bathtub was made of gold and decorated with precious stones. On the bottom of the tub were engravings of angels holding the Holy Grail. Next to it was a small, round, oak table made of powdered tree, in the lower part a family sign and signature were engraved, signalling that the piece of furniture had to be made somewhere in England. A fresh cigar lay on the table, small silver cigar shears, a gold cardinal ring and a glass of wine half-filled with a noble drink. There was a faint violet smell in the room. The reason for this phenomenon was the special aromatic salts used in the bath. The person who enjoyed the sensual bath was Alfredo Bruno, the right hand of the deceased Vatican sovereign. After the death of the previous pope, Alfredo became the invisible hand controlling Adam's congregation. He was a perfectionist who was not afraid of any challenge and fought the Vatican's threats with deadly precision. Alfredo Bruno never liked the idea of ​​creating Eden and he disgusted Luna Lozano. He had his own rules, one could say that he was a kind of old-fashioned conservative, because of this he fought with all his might against all kinds of "deviations"... even though he himself used the services of Eden undercover.

Alfredo Bruno, bored with staying in the bathtub, grabbed his silk robe and girded him with a golden belt. He trimmed the tip from the cigar and started to light the exposed herb. The cardinal sat on the window and admired the rising moon in the sky. 'What a beautiful sky, no clouds on the horizon.', he said under his breath, absorbing the beauty of the world with every cell of his body.

Suddenly there was a loud and angry knock in the room. A loud, deep male voice came from behind the door. 'Mr. Bruno, it's me!', said a man thickly whose huge shadow shone through the bottom of the door. 'Please come in!', Alfredo said in a calm, idyllic voice, rising from the window. The door swung open, and a huge and packed muscle stood in the door frame. He was over two meters wide, his shoulders even wider, and the scar on his left cheek overlapping his head from the back.

'Nice to see you again, Aldio. Tell me... did the plan succeed?', Alfredo asked, looking straight into the eyes of the powerful mercenary.

'I'm afraid not. Cleopas and Marina have not returned and we cannot contact them.', Aldio spoke in a hard and rough tone. It seemed that the death of his henchmen was the daily bread for a mercenary.

'This is extremely bad news... it looks like we can prepare for an open war with Eden. They've probably already made their move.', Alfredo turned toward the window, again admiring the clear sky. 'We can't allow this scum to profane the temple. We would have to conduct an underground attack. Unfortunately, these areas are not favourable for us. It is possible that we could fall into a trap. The only solution is to scare the fox out of the hole...', Alfredo looked eloquently at Aldio. The cardinal's face was half-illuminated by the flickering starlight. 'Aldio... please send a message to our dear moles. Make it extremely quiet... and extremely bloody. Luna Lozano must die. Without a head, the rest will fall apart. Don't waste time, we don't have enough anyway.'

Aldio smiled and left the room quickly. He was marching along a long Vatican corridor, whose northern wall was densely covered with glass. The mercenary began to watch the Vatican gardens lit by the moon.

"Luna Lozano ... it will be a fast job."

Beautiful Roman streets seething with buzzing people. One of the dark streets was followed by a mysterious woman, adorned with a black hood covering her face and a long cape falling on a Spanish t-shirt, revealing her arms. She wore long, torn jeans and was holding a bunch of lavender in her hand.

She moved gracefully, her every step was filled with indescribable beauty. Along the way, she lit a lavender bouquet, the smell of which spread through the maze of alleys. Crossing the bridge, she threw a burning beam into the water to observe the direction of the smoke. The fumes pointed northeast, right toward the Vatican. She moved in this direction, guided by the prophecy of lavender tips.

Passing to the other side of the bridge, she came across a gang of unfulfilled youth who, embittered by the lack of satisfaction of sexual desire, stood in her way.

'Hey Baby. You're alone? Are you cold It is late, I will cover you with my body.', said one of the oppressors.

'I'm really in a hurry, I don't have time for an unfulfilled dick, have your friend blowjob you.', said a bitter woman trying to break through the wall of unheard bastards.

'Don't be so quick, bitch! Grab her, guys!', Horny men rushed at the woman, dragging her into an empty alley. They threw her to the ground and began to pick clothes off her. They began to take off their pants and then the boxers without hesitation.

'We'll fuck you in turns, slut!', Like animals, they "put their equipment ready." One of them began to pull the mysterious woman by the hair, trying to position her in the right spot for the upcoming task. She didn't even react, she wasn't shivering with terror, she wasn't shivering with cold. Her only answer was a simple sigh.

'Really, like children. You would never satisfy any woman.', the lady said after a moment, revealing her face covered in strands of pink hair. She looked seductively at the rapist, then grabbed his cock.

'Oh yes! That's a better use for that hands of yours!', said an unfulfilled tear. For a moment he felt a great pleasure that the woman gave him, but it wasn't long before he felt the sudden stabbing pain spreading from his prick. He looked down and saw rows of black spikes piercing his body from the inside. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The rest of the group stood in astonishment, not knowing how to react to the situation.

The mistress got up from the ground, dressed her clothes back and tied her hair in a straight bun so that the hanging strands would not interrupt her in dealing with the gang of aggressors. 'Really... it's a shame. I can't believe I will be forced to devote my precious time to you.', said the lady, pulling the hood over her head. The rest of the group pulled out their knives and was about to launch an attack when the woman dissolved into the fog.

'Here, you wastes of oxygen!', the voice came from behind the attackers. Before they could react to the teleportation of the stranger, a bolt of black lightning struck them, which began to jump across their bodies in all directions of the world, burning their meat and cracking bones.

The mysterious maid stood among the burned corpses, watching her work in disgust.

"Ugh... I'm getting the fuck away from this shitty den!"

Chapter 3 of "Sacred Whorehouse"