A/N: YAYO! Sup, people. Here with a new fic, even though I have quite a few unfinished. Sorry! I've been watching Black Lagoon lately, so this idea woke up a slightly... religious, yet homicidal part of my psyche. I have named him Vicente Cecilio, Vice for short. I hope you like this.
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Chapter One: "God Has Come to Roanapur."
"Behold, the Lord came with many thousands of His holy ones, to execute judgment upon all, and to convict all the ungodly of all their ungodly deeds which they have done in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against Him." -Jude 1:14-15
The streets of Roanapur were bright, even against the dark of midnight. But, even the brightest of light could not dispel the three black shadows that glided down the bright streets. The tallest figure, whose face was cast into darkness, was at least six foot in height, dwarfing the two figures on either side of him. He was obviously a male, carrying a metal cross on his back, which was four feet tall, about a half a foot wide, and two and a half feet from arm to arm, with a strange hole in the middle with what appeared to be a handle and two triggers inside of it. In his left hand he carried the Holy Bible, with multiple pieces of colored paper sticking out of it, marking certain pages. He was dressed in the basic uniform of a Christian priest, straight down to the white collar, the steel cross that hung from his neck, and black gloves that covered his hands. His short blond hair hung down to cover his unseen eyes, while the light of the city barely shined on the blond patch of hair on his chin.
The two shorter figures on either side of him stood at an equal height of less than four feet. They were obviously twins, though of opposite genders. The boy had short, silver hair, and appeared to be carrying nothing but a metal suit case in his right hand. He was dressed the same as the taller man, though with the addition of a long black coat over his small priests attire. The girl had long silver hair, and was dressed as a Christian nun without the hood. She carried a long, blanket wrapped object with a small doll hanging from the end in her right hand, whilst she held a metal suitcase identical to the boys in her left..
The three stopped at a large building and walked up to the door. The tall man, shifting the weight of the large cross to his other shoulder, knocked politely. A hatch on the door slid open to reveal brown, bloodshot eyes of Hispanic descent.
"Yeah? What do you want?" Asked the man on the other side of the steel door.
"Good evening, sir." Replied the priest, in a powerful, polite voice. "Can you spare a moment to hear the word of God?"
"Sorry, padre." Said the Hispanic man. "But our souls are not worth your trouble."
"Nonsense." Said the priest. "No soul is too much trouble." The man gave this some thought before nodding.
"Okay, padre, but make this quick. There are plenty of bad elements in Roanapur, and my friends are a few of them." The small metal hatch closed, and a multitude of clicks could be heard before the metal door slid open, revealing the Hispanic man to be in his mid twenties, with curly black hair and multiple scars on his somewhat handsome face.
"Gracias, mi amigo. Tienen una agradable velada.(Spanish: Thank you, my friend. Have a pleasant evening.)" Said the priest in perfect Spanish.
"Y a usted, también, padre.(Spanish: And to you, as well, father.)" Replied the man, smiling at the priest. The priest smiled back, then turned to the two children at his sides.
"Come, Hansel, Gretel. We have business to conduct." He said calmly, walking towards another door in the back of the room.
"Be careful, padre." Said the Hispanic man. "El Lunático(Spanish: The Lunatic) does not take kindly to those whom waste his time."
"Fear not, my friend." Said the priest, lifting his head to show his blue eyed, spectacled face. "I do not waste time. What is your name?"
"The call me Chico Tipo(Nice Guy), but my friends call me Chico." Answered the Hispanic man. "And what, pray tell, padre, is your name?"
"Ah, a good choice of words, my dear friend." Said the priest. "My name is Father Vicente Cecilio, but you may call me Father Vice, and my two assistents here are Hansel." He motioned to the boy, whom bowed. "And Gretel." He motioned to the girl, whom curtsied.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, mister." Said Hansel politely.
"Yes, quite a pleasure." Replied Gretel. Chico smiled at the two children.
"Well, better not keep Mr. Lunático waiting for us." Sad Father Vice. Chico nodded, sitting back down in his chair and lighting a cigarette. Vice made his way to the door again before stopping.
"What would you do." Vice began without turning around. "If every man in this room here were to be slaughtered tonight." Chico took another puff from his cigarette.
"I would pray for their souls." Said Chico. "But I know that none of them would be pardoned for their sins and that they deserve fire and brimstone, and I'm no different."
"That is an acceptable answer." Said Vice, before entering the back room with Hansel and Gretel, the door slowly creaking shut behind them. The back room was large and bare, save for a lamp in each corner, three couches, and a card table in the middle. At least three men sat on each couch, and six others were standing.
'Fifteen men.' Thought Father Vice as his eyes scanned the room. 'Minimal protection, plenty of room for movement. Preferred course of action: Brutal.'
Father Vice pulled his large metal cross from his back, before slamming it on the ground. The occupants of the room were suddenly alert, all of them reaching for their guns.
"¿Quién diablos es usted?(Spanish: Who the fuck are you!?)" Shouted a heavily scarred man Vice knew as El Lunático.
"I know that most of you can not understand me, so I shall tell you in your birth language." Said Vice, still keeping his calm, happy smile. "Todos ustedes van a morir esta noche.(Spanish: You are all going to die tonight.)" The group of men began laughing. Vice sighed, placing his bible in one of his pockets, before turning to his young friends. "Hansel, Gretel, if you could give them an example." The twins smiled happily, nodding enthusiastically to their mentor. They both turned to the other men, their creepy smiles growing. Hansel reached into his coat as Gretel kissed the doll at the end of the strange blanketed thing she held. Then, quicker than thought possible from two children, Gretel whipped the blanket away to reveal an M1918 Browning Automatic rifle, which was taller than she was, and easily picked off three of the men quickly. Hansel pulled out a large axe, which he used to race into the men, hacking at them, wounding and killing without any hesitation. The children were easily plowing through the men, but they were outnumbered, and could get hurt if they didn't have help soon. This became evident when one of the gunmen snuck up behind Gretel and prepared to take her as a hostage. When the man reached for her, his hand exploded into blood and splinters of bone. He screamed in pain, and looked to see Vice, holding his cross like a rifle, the "head" of the cross pressed against his right shoulder, and his right hand holding the handle in the center with his finger on the top trigger, the bottom of the cross having two barrels for firing from, the top barrel noticeably larger then the bottom. The man went to shoot at Vice, but a hole was blown straight through his chest, instantly killing him. He called this part of the cross Fuego Santo(Spanish: Holy Fire). Vice switched to the lower trigger, but didn't pull quite yet.
"Hansel! Gretel! Dă-te jos acum!(Romanian: Get down now!) Lluvia Muerte! (Spanish:Death rain!)" The twins instantly dropped to the ground, psychotic grins on their faces. Vice immediately pulled the second trigger, releasing a massive barrage of bullets from a second barrel at the bottom of his "cross." Those who did not drop to the ground were either dead or dying from his Lluvia Muerte, and he made his way around, finishing off the rest of the thugs. He stopped at the last living man, El Lunático. Vice roughly pulled him up and forced the evil man to his knees, then pressed his cross, Madre de la Misericordia(Spanish: Mother of Mercy) to the back of the monsters head.
"El Lunático, real name: Chaves Vega. You are being called back to hell for the sins of murder, rape, theft, kidnaping, and arson." Vice paused to glare at the man. "I want you to pray for forgiveness." El Lunático scowled before spitting on the ground.
"Su madre era una puta.(Spanish: Your mother was a whore.)" Vice frowned at him.
"I hope you've made piece with yourself. God may show mercy for your soul, but I will not." Vice then set Madre de la Misericordia down, and pulled out his bible. El Lunático still dared not move, due to Hansel and Gretel still watching him, grinning from ear to ear with their respective weapons in their hands. Vice skimmed through his bible, looking for a certain verse, before stopping.
"Behold, the Lord came with many thousands of His holy ones, to execute judgment upon all, and to convict all the ungodly of all their ungodly deeds which they have done in an ungodly way, and of all the harsh things which ungodly sinners have spoken against Him. -Jude 1:14-15." Read the priest, before snapping the bible shut. He placed his bible back in his pocket and picked up his cross, placing it to the back of the criminals head.
"Nos vemos en el infierno, hijo de puta. (Spanish: See you in hell, motherfucker.)" Said Vice, before pulling the trigger of Fuego Santo, completely blowing the mans head off, letting the decapitated body slumped to the ground. All three of the still living bowed their heads, silently praying for the souls of the men they had just killed. They soon left the bloodied, bullet riddled room, Hansel and Gretel quickly picking up the suitcases and taking pictures of the bodies, to find Chico, still sitting in his same spot, smoking a brand new cigarette.
"How was the meeting, padre?" Asked Chico.
"Very rewarding, my dear Chico." Answered Father Vice. "Many souls have been saved on this night, and many nights from now."
"You have done something good, padre." Said Chico. "I wish I could say the same for my self." Vice smiled kindly, fixing his glasses.
"We are not all cut out for this form of the Lords work." Said the priest. He quickly pulled out a card with a cross and a phone number on it. "However, if you believe you are one of the few whom can handle it, please call this number." Vice turned to Gretel. "My dear, please leave the suitcase for our dear friend, and possible ally, Chico, here. And, remember Chico, do not open the case unless you are certain of the path you wish to take. Good night." And with that, the three left the building, leaving Chico to ponder his choices. Making up his mind, Chico opened the case Vice had left for him, and found himself staring at his future. Inside the case was a priests uniform, exactly like Father Vices, a Holy Bible, and twin cross shaped Mark XIX Desert Eagles. Chico... No.
Padre Santiago Cortez dressed himself in his new uniform, and holstered his weapons. He walked out the door and stared at the moon, his bible clutch tightly in his left hand.
"Dios ha venido a Roanapur." He muttered.
"God has come to Roanapur."
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A/N: And that's that. Hope you guys like it. Don't forget to R&R.
Oh, and if any of you have an idea for an OC you want to become a Priest, then just tell their name, background, what they look like, etcetera. Just send this stuff to me in a PM or mention it in a review, and I'll see about putting him/her into it.
