I have just corrected the story. I am very sorry for not doing so before; I guess I had my head in the clouds. Moreover, I was in hurry. I apologise.
Justin walked inside the church. The Old Catholic church made of nothing but wood, paint, gold and silver, all covered in the Smell. The smell it was not an ordinary smell, no, it was a very holy smell, the smell of God and nothing but God. Justin sat on his knees and put his hands together, words and more words running like bands inside his head, making his heart jump of joy.
Yet, inside his pure and small soul, who had never in his life sinned, a small mark, more like a shadow was gaining straight. It was not an ordinary shadow; it was not there to make him sin, if love was a sin itself. He knew something bad, more or less, was taking over him. He didn't know how, or either how it will possess him, but he knew it was going to change his life radically, in other way that he wanted or wished and it was an irreversible change.
He looked up at the pictures on the ante-temple. All of the saints were there. He looked up on the walls, images of Jesus's entrance in the Holy City, it looked exactly like a photograph, a little time skip to the past when the man who died to open the Gates of Hell and free so many trapped souls entered in the same city He was going to be killed.
Justin knew all of them, all of the verses, word by word, memorized by being read over and over again. He was a priest- and one of the best- but he also was a death scythe, a weapon made to cut through skin, flash, muscles and bones. It was kind of funny how a weapon could not sin- it was hard not to kill when having the ability to- or just think to.
Justin knew very well how easy a soul could sin- with the thought or the action-.
Born to be free, yet to be ruled, risen in love, care and hail for God, he was not a baby anymore, not a toddler, not a child or a teen. No, he was 18. He was finally facing life with all the good and bad.
Even if the earphones released the beat into his ears rather loudly, Justin focused on the prayer.
Even if in mission- another soul thing and spreading the holy word of God- he had time for prayer. It was part of Justin's repeating day, starting from the morning-early in the morning- and finishing in the night.
He sat up and took a deep breath. He walked in the temple.
Nobody was inside –Justin looked around-.
'Hey, what are you doing here?' a manly voice heard from behind.
Justin turned to face another priest.
'My name is Justin Law and I am a priest. I am the missionary of Jesus Christ on Earth. Right now I am in a mission in this country to prevent the Evil take over this land and its population. I am sorry for walking in without asking, but I was asked to search inside every church for a small box that hides something very important.'
'So you are the well-known- over talked Justin. I am glad to find you here, in my little church. May I ask what is hiding inside your small box?'
'It is very important. It must be found and bought to the Center immediately.'
'Oh, is it this important?'
'Yes, yes it is. May I ask for perdition to look around here?'
'Yes, of course. It's my pleasure to have such a pleasant character such as yourself in my humble church.'
'The church is the House of God, and it hides secrets; more or less. The box itself is not important, but what it's inside of it does.'
The priest leaved, letting Justin alone in the church. After minutes of rigorous searches, Justin sat up, put the things in their place, made himself the cross and walked out of the church slowly.
The wind blew among his blonde short hair threads. Justin arranged the hat on his head and walked towards his small hotel room. It was a bit too fancy for him, but his boss rented the room so he couldn't do anything about it. Justin preferred simplicity and black-white combination, and his hotel room was exactly the opposite. It had a large bed, a huge bathtub and a big balcony, not to mention all the rainbow colours; not his taste at all. Justin took a piece of paper and wrote on it everything he done today and what he had to do the following day. He would rather choose a 2-3 star hotel, but this was more than a five stars hotel, not, it was a club, hotel and swimming school in the same time. Not to mention, the club had 24/7 program. He had no idea how he was going to sleep withal of this noise. Yes, it was music, but not the type of music he listened to.
But, since it was the best he had, it was a pleasure for him to complete the mission.
Justin walked inside the bath; all he wanted was to take a simple shower. He placed all of his clothes onto the small table in the bathroom and took his earphones out, pressing ''Stop'' and closing the song for a bit.
He stepped inside the bathtub. He brushed his soft skin with water and soap and closed his eyes. The hot water ran down his skin, being attracted by gravity to the mile ground.
Technically, the tiles on the floor. The water was so hot it could boil flesh, but Justin was used with it. He wrapped the towel around his unsinning body and dried it softly, with circular moves. He opened the door, prepared to face the cold air. A cold chill was sent up his spine as he walked towards the bed to take on his clean clothes. Sadly, he totally forgot he had only one coat, so he had to wear a pair of jeans and a shirt. He was a little hungry, so he went to the ground floor to the bar and asked for the simplest food they could make. Justin had to wait 15 good minutes until his meal was served. He looked around; he was disgusted of all heretics around him-kissing, wrapping their arms around each other, making out-.
