"Sacred Whorehouse" Finale

Darkness never equals evil, and evil never equals darkness, because the universe dictates the law of truth by its own morality. For those, under the light of the lamp, see only darkness, and those away in the darkness, see only light.

In the eyes of the morality created by people and the nature given to the world ruled by the power of money, Luna Lozano stood out from the norms of many people. During the nostalgic childhood, young Luna was able to identify the vicious circle of the spiral of social class attributes and understand that it is harmful to society's sense of unity. Luna's great visionary began at the age of sixteen. As a deeply religious person, raised in an extremely conservative family, focused on maintaining a relatively restrictive lifestyle and hard outdated principles, the girl felt unsatisfied. The infernal desire to give humanity a new direction, different from war and disagreements, caused Luna to notice the extremely terrifying blindness in the people around her. Vanity, jealousy, lust, hatred, ultimate control... to free people from manipulation and restore the basic principles of love for another person, this should be done with a hard hand, embracing the consequences that will forever remain the domain of such move. Following the unification of nations, Luna decided to play the role of God for a moment and bring the anticipated conflagration into this world, from which something completely new will grow and replenish the earth.

Luna shall destroy the lamp so that the deceptive, separating light disappears and the people of the new world can unite with the dark, embracing their formal nature.

'You're afraid...', Luna whispered, looking at Alfredo's frightened face. The cardinal's face faded into the darkness, turning into a mirror that showed the embittered expression on the face of an unknown woman. At first, it was a mere shadow wrapped in old memories, but with each subsequent wink, the picture became more and more accurate, and finally appeared in full splendour. The women in the mirror were Luna, looking at herself. 'You are not what I thought you were, Alfredo.', Luna said, turning toward the window. The cardinal sat even tighter in the chair, wet with sweat. 'I didn't expect my worst fear to be my salvation.', Luna said while correcting the chair she had thrown before.

'Go back home, Alfredo...', a single tear rolled down the woman's cheek. The priest couldn't believe his eyes, was Luna trying to deceive him by pretending to cry? It couldn't be that easy, what could happen to her?

'We are identical, we are all harmed by the only enemy who rules our deeds and thoughts. We're not enemies, but you don't see it that way. I am begging you, Alfredo. You must understand that what is about to happen will save both you and me.', Luna turned to the cardinal, it was then, that the great repentance appeared in her eyes.

Alfredo could not understand what was happening to him, looking at Luna, he saw a completely different person from whom he had previously thought of. In his head, there was a chaos of thoughts that were alternately and mutually excluding. The priest lowered his head, began to massage the nose with his right hand, his left leaned tightly in the chair to the degree of damaging the furniture. His thoughts were interrupted by a terrible explosion from the ground floor. The purple fog began to float in the stairwell, completely obstructing the view. Alfredo leapt to his feet, turning toward the explosion. Luna stood firmly against the window frame, not terrified by the mysterious explosion.

Beatrice emerged from the wild gusts of smoke, marching confidently toward Luna, bypassing Alfredo, ignoring him. The sorceress stood at Luna's side, leaning slightly over her back, whispering in her ear: 'I cleared the road, we can go.'

'Thank you for the meeting, Alfredo.', said Luna, walking out with Beatrice to the staircase leading to the ground floor. Both women disappeared in the purple mist of the magical explosion. Alfredo remained alone, collecting his thoughts and evaluating the next plan. The man pulled the phone out of his leotard pocket, punched a number on the keyboard, and put it to his ear. 'Gather Adam's Congregation at the Vatican, something will happen soon. Don't spare people, let everyone come armed.', Alfredo said nervously to the phone, then quickly hung up. He dropped the phone on the floor and crushed it with his foot.

Returning on the street through the cafe, Alfredo learned the power of Beatrice's magic the hard way. The piles of bodies of members of Adam's Congregation were piled in the corners of the room. Some of the corpses were burned, others only cut, but each of the corpses had a grotesque expression on their face, their death must have been extremely painful.

"Good God!"

The curtain rises high above the sky, travelling across vast lands and unknown structures. God's army is marching towards Jerusalem, not straying. Bravely facing countless adversities, false friends, powerful enemies and death itself. Black fog rises above the ground, obscuring the ancient light of dawn. However, even black fog cannot match the power of the only law of doom. Wraiths of the past, connected by a thread of destiny. They stand in line, leaning their future and past on their shoulders, supporting each other in pain and misery. At the head of the cluster is a black prophet, with a black crown on his head, white flowers of roses wrapped between his eyes, holding a curved razor in his hand ... and a strange book.

Pink blocks of flats were covered with the dark shadow of Sierra, who is an influx of adrenaline and fury began to pass through residential buildings. The walls were not an obstacle for her, she broke through the walls as if they were made of light plaster. Overwhelmed with deadly thoughts, she closely watched Aldio's hideout, after whom there was no trace. Finally bored with the race, she decided to fall to the ground. Succubus folded its wings around his body, grey light wrapped around Sierra's entire being. Finally, she returned to her previous image of Luna's right hand. The only problem remained to be several dozen kilometres above the ground, as she always loved the "Grand Entrances", yet it did not make a difference to the demon, after all, they are beings from a different plane of existence. Upon landing, she caused a small explosion that accidentally razed the Flaminio cemetery to the ground.

The crowd of horrified passers-by looked at the crater, some began to pray with their crosses revealed, others fled in panic, others sought shelter in nearby shops. Sukkub looked around the area, finally, a glance of respite appeared on her face. 'Okay, she's fine.', Sierra whispered in relief, heading for the Vatican towering above the horizon, covered by the light of the afternoon sun. 'Don't start without me, Luna.', Sierra smiled, spreading sharp fangs.

Aldio saw the whole incident from a distance, watching through the telescope of the sniper rifle, as Sierra disappears between the blocks. The man could finally breathe a sigh of horrifying pursuit. He fell to the floor, leaning against the wall, under the window. He pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a single cigarette and lit it with his engraved lighter. He drew a deep smoke from the cigarette and released it after a short while. Smoke roamed the room, splitting into wonderful shapes. Aldio pulled once more, this time he managed to blow a wheel of smoke, which also wandered through the centre of the room. The mercenary did not notice through the stress that a strange black fog was beginning to float around him.

Aldio closed his eyes, not realizing that he was being absorbed by the dark fumes of the Hellfire. The man brought the cigarette to his mouth with the intention of puffing again. Unfortunately, his attempt to finish the cigarette was interrupted by mysterious whispers that began to spread around the room. The mercenary opened his eyes and jumped in terror. Something was floating in the fog ahead of him. It was hard to determine exactly what Aldio was looking at because the fog completely enveloped the whole room, and the rays of the sun peeking through the window were not enough to clarify the contours of this thing.

He quickly pulled his pistol from his bosom and aimed straight ahead, at the mysterious shimmering shadows. After a while he fired a short burst, the projectiles went straight into the fog, something strange happened because there was no sound of hitting anything whatsoever.

'Is it him? Étrange... I thought it was supposed to be a woman.', one of the voices in the fog whispered suddenly.

'Ghee! Pah! Are you wrong, Lord oh all-so-knowing-everything? Hehehe!', another mysterious voice suddenly chuckled in the mist.

'I sense two personalities here, it turns out that this gentleman appeared at the wrong time. However, he has an aura.', clarified another voice, extremely gently and charming.

'Let us present ourselves to him if we have to meet each other anyway. There is no point in creating a dramatic effect, mes amis.', the female voice spoke again through the fog, it could be concluded that it is indeed a French woman.

'Khe! The Swallow is right...', one of the male voices exclaimed while clearing his throat.

'I think you're right. Even spirits should follow the basic principles of saviour vivre.', said a soothing voice.

Suddenly a terrible, gusty wind rose, which blew the fog around the room and turned Aldio upside down. Under the influence of the wind, Adio was thrown into the corner of the room, hitting his head. Five shadows began to form more tangible shapes, Aldio's head was bursting with the loud, high-pitched sound that accompanied the transformation of these astral beings. First, their limbs appeared, then their torsos and finally their faces.

In the middle of the room stood five dark shadows whose physical bodies could finally be palpable. From the right, close to the window, there was a tall, broad-shouldered man whose skin was acrylic like the sea. Right next to him stood a tall woman, dressed in festive attire, from the baroque era. In the middle was a slim man of medium height, dressed in a neat tuxedo, holding an oak cane. Right behind him, two boys stood, holding the hands of each other. One was about fourteen, the other sixteen. The blond-haired fourteen-year-old boy was also clinging to the tuxedo of a slender man, while the older boy stood upright, serious, even somehow dangerous.

'Welcome, Mori Sulobaid greets you. Let me introduce the rest of the troupe. From my right - Isaac Sinvida, next to him Lady Rosabeth Rossignol and these charming twins are Zack and Grisha Lartons.', Mori Sulobaid replied, introducing the companions. Unfortunately, it was not a good time for a tempting conversation, because Aldio lost consciousness at the sight of the ghosts.

"Such an unexpected reaction..."

Augustine prayed with Santoro at a small chapel near the western entrance of Vatican. Both men knelt in silence on small satin undercoats. Santoro had his eyes closed, sitting thoughtfully in his own head. Augustine rose slowly from his kneeler and leaned against the wall. He pulled a packet of gum from his pocket. He unwrapped the pack and chewed on two smooth lumps from the container. He watched Santoro, who did not notice that Augustin stood up. He went behind the chapel, removed the stole from his neck and tied it on the head of a statue of Jesus Christ, to make it blind.

'His gaze shouldn't see what is going to happen soon...', having said these words, he went the other way, bypassing the sacred symbols, as if his heart was filled with great terror.

'Augustine...', Santoro said, rising from prayer. He looked straight into the blue sky. His attitude was shaky, like a similar terror as Augustine's struck him. He turned to the cardinal.

'Yes, Santoro?', Augustine asked, while not making eye contact with Santoro, who was silent. The phone started vibrating in the cardinal's pocket, the man pulled out his cell phone and read the message. The sender was Luna, who announced that the time had come - as the woman described - the time of final settlement of sins. 'Santoro, I got a message from Luna, it has already begun-', Augustine was interrupted abruptly by Santoro, who began to shake even more.

'I'm afraid... I don't know if I will be able to actually do that.', bitter tears flowed down the priest's cheeks. Santoro fell to the ground, covering his face from Augustine.

'Everything... all this weight is too much. This is way too much for me! Augustine... I am begging you, let's not get involved, let Luna do it. I am begging you...', Santoro moaned in terror. His heart was pounding with all its might, his breathing was uneven and his whole body was shaking in convulsions as if he were experiencing unimaginable pain.

'N-no... I can't... I can not... breathe.', Santoro started to choke, as Augustin jumped straight to him, grabbing him by the back, laying him on a prone position. He pulled out a handkerchief soaked in the lavender extract. 'Slowly, breathe... calmly. I'm here, I'm with you. Breathe... ', Augustin handed the Santoro the handkerchief. Priest, following the cardinal's instructions, began to breathe through the hankie, slowly calming his breath. 'Santoro... I'm also apprehensive. I fight the same paralyzing fear. However, I would like you to know that I am continuing this battle because I know you will always be at my side, it gives me strength.', Augustin reached out to Santoro. 'Don't be afraid, if the plan succeeds, you won't have to live in fear anymore. Will you trust me?', said Augustine, waiting for Santoro's answer, who was still lying on the ground, but his stress attack ceased. The priest grabbed the hand of the cardinal, who helped him rise from the ground. 'I trust you...', said Santoro.

They both walked slowly but firmly toward the Sistine Chapel, where the conclave's conference meeting was gathering. The media lined up outside the gates and made their way straight to the Vatican walls just to ask a few useless questions that they couldn't get the answers to. Augustine, seeing numerous hosts of people in the square, was getting nauseous. Like flaming crickets, they flashed cameras, running and crushing like mice trapped in a metal trap. After all, it was a bustle full of energy and joy, soon the solemn meeting will begin, the purpose of which is to choose a new head of the Catholic church. However, how does it make any sense, what will it change, how in the eyes of God - a being of more than a temporal and material nature - is to look at the vision of the world of religion and what laws are governed. It is possible that this is not about hierarchy order but the most ordinary emptiness of love in the world. Is there a way to unite a nation divided into fifty dialects? Man can only speculate.

Indeed, the recommendations of the moral code of man do not always cover the primal human nature - dirty and bloody.

Cardinals began their march in equal rows, passing white Victorian columns, and on the way to the basilica, they said the solemn parts of the rosary. The red sea flooded the room, which was closed with four drains. Organized groups of the Adam's Congregation were lurking in the darkness of the Vatican walls. By Alfredo's order, the entire area up to the very border of the first avenues was surrounded by the organization's artillery. The final lock was closed and the conclave began. Approximately 225 cardinals sat in the huge hall, on which both sides of the walls were arranged electoral benches. Everyone had a note with a small Vatican stamp on which to write the name of the candidate. Three priests sat by the perpendicular wall, counting the number of votes. There was grave silence, interrupted from time to time with a rustle of notes and a deaf whisper.

Luna and Beatrice just headed down the dark corridor straight to Eden, where Enigma and Elias were waiting for them. Augustin and Alfredo sat at the conclave and Santoro was walking upon the Vatican walls, observing the area and estimating the number of members of Adam's Congregation.

'I remember the old times. You know... Madrid.', said Beatrice, following alongside Luna. She did not answer, only shook her head angrily, continuing the march in silence. 'Admit it, Luna. Aren't you surprised at all that I managed to get out alive from that accident?', Beatrice laughed, watching Luna's expression.

'I knew you survived...', Luna replied after a moment, showing no facial expression.

'Oh! I'm intrigued, you tell me how you knew that? Or are you just pretending?', Beatrice said excitedly, reaching for a wooden pipe from her cardigan pocket. Luna decided not to answer Beatrice's question during the cleaning and refilling of the pipe. She only watched the woman's agile hand's movements. She put the pipe in her mouth, then put her finger to the snuff, sparks flew from the tips of her fingers and then a controlled fire that lit the pipe. Beatrice inhaled deeply the smoke.

'Are you ready to reveal your secret to omniscience?', asked Beatrice, playing with the pipe in her hand.

'Andras. Do you still remember when I signed the contract with him?', Luna began to show a slight irritation.

'I remember in details how I advised you against it... you should not contact demons, especially since you chose one of the fucking princes of darkness. I still can't explain how did you live through this meeting.', said Beatrice sighing deeply at the thought of returning traumatic memories that are better left for another occasion.

'I was lucky, just as lucky as I am today.', Luna replied with prime.

'Because you think everything will go according to plan?', Beatrice asked sarcastically.

'Because I know, that no matter what will I do from now on, I will come out victorious anyway. My plan is a universal solution.', said Luna excited at the sight of Eden appearing at the end of a long corridor. The neon lights were turned off because all employees were fired after previous work. Most of the entrances were permanently blocked so that no uninvited guest could get inside. Everything was set for the grand finale.

'Let's get it done quickly, I get claustrophobia from such enclosed spaces.', Beatrice muttered, tilting her head slightly to the right.

They entered Eden's main hall, where Enigma and Elias were waiting for them. Both of them were extremely busy pouring gasoline over every piece of furniture and corner of the brothel. Each centimetre of the house of joy became a flammable time bomb, whose starter was Luna. 'You're finally here, everything's taken care of. Loads were distributed, the conclave had already begun and most civilians were safely stopped before entering the sanctuary by the paranoid fear of Alfredo and his legion. We can start Luna.', Elias said while looking expectantly towards Luna.

'Elias... I have the impression that this friend of Luna has a problem with me. From the very beginning as she appeared here, she behaves strangely in my presence.', Enigma noticed, trying to avoid Beatrice's eyes, who was actually piercing the man's soul. Like a penetrating bullet.

'Boy, this is not the time for your love stories!', Elias angrily vetoed intending to silence Enigma. Despite the external voice of reason, the boy felt some indefinite energy inside, which was spreading all over his body like a fire in a summer field.

'Everyone, get out and take up your positions, all hell will break loose.' - Beatrice, Enigma and Elias followed Luna's instructions and immediately left Eden through the main gate. Elias went straight to the main hall, where the conclave was currently administrated. Beatrice grabbed Enigma by the arm and quickly ran out the back exit that led to one of the Vatican gardens.

Luna remained alone in Eden, surrounded by darkness and a heavy smell of gasoline. 'I'm sorry, you were my greatest project, but all good things must always end, right?', said Luna, pulling a lighter out of her pocket, which she then lit, staring at the flashing fire that was the only source of light in the entire brothel.

„Adiós"

For a moment, complete darkness started to rule over the whole place again, when the light of the lighter suddenly disappeared. In the distance, behind the gate, fast and distant steps could be heard. The silence began to squeak sharply until Eden was finally set ablaze. A terrifying flame would envelop the entire main hall, showroom, bar and all rooms. The colourful curtains glowed with a gleaming shade of death. The floor began to blacken and the ceiling collapsed, until finally, the conflagration absorbed all the evidence of the existence of a place once called "Eden" - a whorehouse just below the Vatican's feet.

'It is so nice to finally see you, Father Augustine.', Alfredo's quiet voice ran through the room and was directed to the cardinal sitting opposite him. The election benches were arranged in a systemically designated place for each cardinal participating in the conclave. 'I'm curious, what can our charming cheater do? Where is she hiding, Augustine?' Alfredo asked aggressively while clicking the pen and clutching a blank white sheet of paper in his hand.

'Don't worry, Father Alfredo. We'll be able to talk during the break when the first round is over.', Augustine suggested knowing that the second round would not happen.

'Where is she ?!', shouted Alfredo angrily, jumping from his seat. The rustle of pages and murmurs of whispers subsided, there was a deafening silence. Kamerling of the Holy Catholic Church rose from the bench and headed towards Alfredo. 'Could I know why you are interrupting the sacred procedures so abruptly, Father Alfredo?', Camerling looked at Alfredo with a question and scornful look.

'I know she's up to something... I know because I saw her today! Luna Lozano! Maybe her father was a close friend of the previous pope, but I will never understand why his daughter is allowed access to most of the Vatican's secrets!', Alfredo said angrily, hitting a bundle of white pages that fell across the room.

'Father Alfredo... if you intend to continue your aggressive drive, I will be forced to resign your candidacy. Miss Lozano, daughter of the governor, was marked with the order by the previous head of the church. By divine judgment, she was given the right to supervise. It is not in our interest to question God's judgments.', explained Camerling returning to his place. Before he sat down, Alfredo pulled a pistol from his pocket and began to aim it at Augustine. 'You work with her! You know that something will happen soon! Speak!', shouted Alfredo while waving a gun in front of his face. 'Alfredo! I have enough of this! By what right did you bring a weapon here!?', Cameroon got angry at Alfredo and moved towards him to explain the situation. 'If you're not going to talk, I'll find out!', said that Alfredo aimed at the Kamerling and shot straight at his windpipe. The man fell and choked on his own blood. Chaos reigned in the hall, cardinals rushed towards the door to try to escape from the mad Alfredo. Augustine knew something like this would happen, he was ready for such a scenario from the very beginning. He rose from the white bench and headed towards Alfredo. At the same time, there were numerous sounds of semi-automatic guns firing behind the door.

Anyone who could find a free place behind the benches immediately took refuge. Only Alfredo and Augustine remained in the centre of the room. 'You were right, Alfredo.', Augustine said calmly, coming closer and closer to the weapon pointed at him. 'You were not wrong, Luna manipulated us all. Thank God you turned out to be the easiest target. It was not so difficult to drive you into this room.', as Augustine spoke these words, the door outside opened wide and through them, Elias and Santoro entered. They both carried guns in their hands, which they reflexively aimed at Alfredo. Unfortunately, before they could make the move, he quickly grabbed Augustine's neck and took shelter behind his back, threatening to shoot. 'Take me to Luna or I'll shoot him here and now!', Alfredo shouted angrily, shaking his hand more and more. Santoro and Elias found themselves in an impasse, they could not let Augustine die. 'Relax... drop your weapons.', Augustine said calmly. He didn't seem to care about the situation.

'Augustine... we can't, you know it well... if we follow Luna.', said Santoro, showing signs of rising anxiety. 'Santoro, I think we should go to Luna. After all, we've earned salvation too. Elias, find Beatrice and the new one. Runaway from the Vatican.', said Augustine calmly, loosening his hands

Despite slight opposition, Santoro decided to accept the will of Augustine and go with him and Alfredo to Luna. At the same time, Elias followed in the footsteps of Beatrice and Enigma. They were in the main courtyard - surrounded by one of Adam's Congregation groups. Elias saw that they were both in danger. The man hid in a bush near the place where Beatrice and Enigma were surrounded. Under his feet, there was a small flap that protected the cache buried underground. Elias opened the door and pulled out a long object wrapped in canvas material. He pulled off the sheet under which the HL2 rocket launcher was hidden. 'Beatrice!', shouted Elias launching one of the two rockets at Adam's congregation. At the last second, the woman managed to grab Enigma's hand and teleport the two of them away from the explosion range. The whole group of Adam's Congregation was blown into pieces. Bloody rain poured from the sky and remains of their bodies scattered all over the place. The explosion turned out to be stronger than Elias assumed, because the hole after the explosion collapsed to the very remains of Eden, revealing its burning glory. 'Beatrice, we must run now. Luna moves to the second part of the plan.', Elias signalled, pointing to the exit gate.

'Damn crazy idiot... she didn't even say goodbye to me sensibly.', said Beatrice while her cheeks were slowly wet with tears. Witch tried to hide her sadness using her scarf to dry her eyes. 'Don't cry... it's not the time for that.', Elias declared, although he was also showing subtle signs of grief. The three of them started toward the north exit gate without looking back. Only Enigma turned for a moment to see Luna's figure at the top of the highest tower in the Vatican. Enigma paused for a moment, admiring the majesty of a woman before he was aggressively dragged by Beatrice to the gate. 'Forget about her Michael... forget about her for now.', said Beatrice one last time before they disappeared into the crowd.

Luna was at the top of the highest tower in the Vatican, looking down at the world in front of her. A view of the sun that slowly hid behind the horizon and a mass of people shouting blurry thoughts. The slow movement of streets and lights, which combined into the image of a majestic show of the possibilities of nature and man - the problem was that it was not synchronized motion.

'Luna!', shouted Santoro, pulling Luna out of her thoughts. 'Santoro?! What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!', Luna asked. However, before she received the answer, Augustine - being held as hostage by Alfredo - emerged from the shadows of the stairwell. 'Finally, you showed up... Alfredo.', said Luna who didn't seem shocked by Alfredo's presence. 'I couldn't miss your Grand Plan! Right, Luna?', Alfredo chuckled, kicking Augustine to the ground, then signalled with a gun motion that he and Santoro would go to the row with Luna. Both men obeyed Alfredo's orders. 'I've been waiting for this moment for so many years... from the very beginning of your father appears in the Vatican.', Alfredo said, breathing in heavily. 'Can you smell that? That wonderful scent in the air?', Alfredo took a deep breath again. 'It is the smell of the presence of God that punishes sinners like you.', having said that, Alfredo shot straight into Augustine's torso, which he then fell to the ground and began to bleed. Santoro immediately jumped to him and began to press the wound. 'No! No! No! No! Augustine... breathe, don't close your eyes!', Santoro yelled with all his might, squeezing Augustine's wound with his hand. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, the bullet pierced Augustine's left lung

'Great! one down, two left!', Alfredo said aiming the weapon at Santoro. 'For now, I will deal with this ungrateful bastard, I will leave you last Luna.', Alfredo added.

'Don't you want to know what was the purpose of my plan?', Luna asked calmly, lighting a cigarette and blowing out smoke at Alfredo. He stood quietly, though his face showed anger. 'I'm going to blow up the Vatican.', Luna continued. Alfredo froze, his face paled. 'You're kidding...', he replied. Alfredo slowly began to lower the weapon. 'People like you... because of people like you. Pigs without a future that corrupts the religion and destroys all symbols and basic principles of religion. I'm tired of pretending, it's time for a real show of strength.', Luna said bravely, raising her head high, showing her superiority over Alfredo. 'You are insane... do you think this will change anything?!', shouted Alfredo again aiming the gun at Luna. He managed to shoot one misfired shot, the bullet soared straight into the sky. 'You are already dead, Alfredo.', added Santoro. Black smoke began to float around the woman. A dark shadow wrapped the entire tower, effectively blocking the last rays of the setting sun. 'Just say a word!', a demonic voice spoke just behind Luna. „ZABIJ"

Sierra emerged from the darkness in her demonic form. The flutter of her wings blew away the black mist, again revealing the red rays of the sun on the horizon. These rays blinded Alfredo, who began to shoot in all directions, missing every single bullet, until his magazine was empty. Sierra grabbed the cardinal's neck and flew with him up so high that every citizen in the square could see them. 'Please, no!', yelled terrified Alfredo. There was terror in his eyes. Sierra squeezed the cleric's throat tighter until he started to choke. 'Nothing can save you anymore... God himself turned his back on you. Do not worry! The place where you are going to will accept such a vile soul with great pleasure!', Sierra laughed. Alfredo's face began to turn purple, his body writhing in convulsions. 'Goodbye, Father Alfredo.', Sierra said her condolences and released Alfredo from her embrace. The cardinal's bloodshot eyes glared at the demon in horror. Whole crowds watched the fall of the corrupted priest, most people shouted begging for God's help. However, there was no rescue for Alfredo. He fell to the ground like a comet, splashing his body into a bloody pulp.

Sierra returned to Luna, who was kneeling over the dying Augustine. 'I'm sorry it had to end this way.', Luna said regretfully. Augustine couldn't get the word out of his mouth. His last symbolic gesture was a slight wink at the woman. Then he turned his bloody face to Santoro. 'I am begging you... it can't end this way.', said Santoro embracing Augustine. The cardinal grabbed Santoro by the head and looked him straight in the eye. He smiled at him one last time and then died, dropping his hands to the ground. Santoro embraced Augustine's dead hand and turned to Luna: 'Finish it...'

Sierra stood right at Luna's side, smiling maniacally. She curled her wings so as not to block Lunie's view of the Vatican. The woman pulled from her pocket a small grey receiver with a flap on the right. She flipped open the flap that protected the end cap, under which there was a small red button. Luna pressed the button to activate the signal. A powerful quake sounded beneath them. Former Eden employees, along with Beatrice's masking spell, distributed dozens of bombs throughout the Vatican. With a click of a button, Luna activated them all at once, creating a huge shockwave that blew most of the Vatican's pillars. People in the square admired how the whole Vatican was consumed by fire.

'That would just enough... goodbye Santoro.', said Luna patting Santoro on the shoulder. She approached the edge of the tower, watching the fiery explosion heading toward her. 'It's over.' Sierra said still smiling. 'Yes, this is the end', added Luna calmly, a single tear rolled down her cheek. 'I just hope they have air conditioning in hell.', Luna smiled at Sierra and jumped from the tower. The demon, at the sight of Luna's suicide, dissolved in the air.

"See you later, Luna Lozano"

The fire consumed the entire tower, Santoro and Augustine were burned and the remains of the building were still swirling in the air after the explosion. Luna was approaching her death with great speed. She closed her eyes and put her hands in prayer.

"Holy Father, I have sinned. My sin was a fatal vision of a world of understanding. A vision of the world that the earth was meant to be. Father, I am afraid that your teachings have been forgotten and the earth has again become only a crumbling rock in the infinity of space. Forgive me for my sins. And forgive us all for such vile destruction."

Luna fell... total darkness prevailed. Deep dark, impenetrable. Darkness from which one day new light will be born.

One must remember, that darkness never equals evil, and evil never equals darkness, because the universe dictates the law of truth by its own morality. For those, under the light of the lamp, see only darkness, and those away in the darkness, see only light.

The End of Part Two "Sacred Whorehouse"