Chapter 4

'I don't remember the last time I confessed. This may seem ridiculous, given the greedy life of the obedient believer I seemed to be. In all honesty, I am more like a drunken eager on the street breaking his neck to get to the nearest liquor store and empty the full supply of small pennies pouches he had accumulated from people stupid enough to give the drunkard their money."

'Dear child, heed your words. We are in God's house.'

'Ahhh... yea, sure. We certainly are in sweet father's house. I apologize for my misbehaviour.'

Outside, the glistening sun shone brightly on grey-white walls. Stone stairs leading straight through the gate of the house of God were densely sprinkled with chamomile flowers. Decoration left by previous members of a festive wedding. Most guests have long gone to the wedding hall, indulging in fun and exceptional alcoholic beverages.

The voices of the wedding participants traversed through the glowing summer air, spreading across the hilly fields where densely growing vines were being cultivated. The afternoon was approaching, and as a result, the sun began to take on a fiery colour. More dangerous rays began to fall on the walls of the church, in which there were only two people - Luna Lozano together with the priest guarding this temple.

The building had a wild historical meaning, built even before the beginning of Napoleonic times. The beautiful Gothic architecture is in fact just a copy of the previous versions. In truth, it is hard to estimate how many restaurant processes had to happen for a building to be able to still stand.

On the church's chapel stood a glass vase filled with moderation with white lilies. Small droplets of water fell from their snow leaves, the person who took care of that house of God fulfilled its duty by looking at the smallest details. After all, what kind of father lets its children die in the misery of dehydration.

As the eternal scripture predicted the fall of all things, Luna's soul behaved similarly, bursting with eternal suffering. Step by step, young Luna followed a path that would not lead her to the final redemption of her sins, she had tried so hard to achieve. Despite her enriched religious beliefs, the poor girl could not understand one thing... why is that her religion must be based on dogmas of love that cannot be supported by actual confession?

'Dear father, tell me... will I ascend to the God's gardens?', said Luna confessing by the altar, as the priest stood in the red light of the dusking sun.'

'My dear child, you will! Just as long as your prayer will be heard. You must pray for all the world and its sins!', clergyman replied with a small smirk on his face. 'Tell me, dear Luna. Have your father got my letter?', cleric came down from the altar, his face was filled with determination and his posture unwavered.

'Father Pontura... I do believe that I made myself clear the last time we spoke.', Luna explained calmly, kneeling with her hands arranged in the sign of the cross.

'You see, dear child...', priest Pontura began to circle Luna, without even looking at her. 'I and your father agreed. That even in the darkest hour... you wouldn't falter with your faith!', he exclaimed.

The sounds of the wedding from behind the hill had died down. Darkness covered the chapel, dipping the last of the sun's rays into the thick twilight. Bizarre, incomprehensible whispers began to ring in Luna's ears. Sweat dripped down the cheeks of the girl. Poor Luna almost drowned in her own meddling thoughts.

'Your AGREEMENT does not concern me. I didn't choose to live like this.', she said getting up from the altar's step. They were turned back to each other. Luna's gaze facing downward and father Pontura upward.

The priest's eyes glazed with diamond's shine, radiating in the darkness that enveloped the interior of the chapel. Before Luna's eyes, the whole world was falling apart. The church's walls began to crumble and overgrow with wild grass. The wooden altar decayed completely when becoming home to many species of vermin. The ceiling slowly fell to the ground, not limited to the laws of physics, its structure changes, with a gravity reminiscent of a falling feather on a selected windy day. Due to the lack of a roof, a beautiful moon appeared to Luna's eyes. The woman tried not to show her amazement of the snow-white glow oozed with the waves of moonlight, but this picturesque view was too much, even for her.

'Isn't it beautiful, dear Luna?', asked father Pontura. He knew that the girl would be only drowned to the same light. That same light when the pact was made. Funny... it is almost reminiscent of a burning house, but instead of death and gloom, there is this unnamed feeling of hope and sublimity.

'It is... this is beautiful, dear father Pontura.', Luna turned toward the priest. The moon was gleaming her neat posture. Bathing girl in the holy light of the young moon. 'Too bad I'm needed somewhere else.', said Luna again, pulling out a gun from her pocket.

Father Pontura only reaction to seeing the weapon aimed at him was an unspeakable regret mixed with a cosmic sense of pride. Before he could open his mouth, Luna shot a bullet straight into his left eye, extinguishing the diamond light, splashing the remains of his brain across the church floor. Luna neatly bypassed the priest's still warm body and went to leave, closing the church gate behind her.

'Don't worry, I'll see you again...'

'I remember days when everything seemed pretty easy. I truly miss sitting in the lukewarm, golden water and bathing in the sunshine of Madrid. It seemed to me that nothing bad could happen to me. I was an extremely spoiled child, my parents did not hold back from showering me with gifts and attention. I held the whole world in my hand, I believed that it was in my interest to embellish our world. I wanted to become a stylist, just like my mother. I imagined joining photo sessions and shows at which I could show my great talent and mainly debut on the fashion market with a completely revolutionary recycling method. I followed my dreams blindly, Luna Lozano... this name was meant to be known all over the world. Everything turned a hundred and eighty degrees down. Still, I am sure that my name will be very well remembered in the history of mankind. As I intend to cleanse everything and start from the very beginning. I'm afraid that it will cost more than just my body and soul.'

An air-cutting bullet travelled through the centre of the room like a comet. Glossy steel was directed towards Enigma, who screaming like a maniac, tried to save himself from the brutally charging Sierra.

Luna tucked her previously aimed weapon back into the holster, seeing how non-existent threat Enigma is.

'The sight of terror in his eyes, made me feel like I was on Christmas with my family again, only that everyone was very, very drunk ... and armed to the teeth.', thought Luna.

Luna rushed toward the exit, leaving the order to her butler - Elias.

'Elias, take care of our guest, his appearance was only a great coincidence. We have more important things on our mind than dealing with some stray townsman.', before leaving the room, Luna gave the stranger a cold, judging gaze.

Elias wrapped a dagger, with which he wanted to cut the throat of poor Enigma a minute ago. Without a word, he began cleaning the room of joy, displacing the demonic Sierra from the room.

'Sierra, leave at once!', demanded Elias. The monstrous woman merely snarled at the order of the man, but she did it without major arguing anyway.

'Would you like a cup of tea, good sir? Or maybe... something stronger will help?', asked Elias to Enigma.

Sierra caught up with Luna, women went to the showroom together, where the grand correspondence of celebrities was waiting for them. Augustine and Santoro were chatting at the table, sipping bourbon to mellow the talk.

'Augustine! Santoro! It's good to finally see you again!', said Luna excitedly.

'Dearest Luna, before we discuss our overdue conversation, I would like to introduce you to someone. We met her at the secret entrance, she swears she knows you.', Augustine halted Luna, pointing the shadowy area under the front doors.

A silhouette of a slim woman appeared through the falling fog in the corridor. Her hair was pale pink, complexion whiter than limestone, black eyes, Boulier's designer clothes - the best clothing brand all across Italy. The exceptionally mild, sweet raspberry scent spread throughout the room.

'Hello, love. Long time no see.', the mysterious woman spoke in a magically soothing voice, the effect of which evoked immediate peace of mind. Luna almost fainted at the sight of the unexpected guest.

"You honestly thought it would be so easy to kill me?"

Chapter 4 of "Sacred Whorehouse"