London 1999
Strange.
He was staked but there was no pain.
No, there
was pain, but not physical. All the agony came from within.
What happened?
I am …dying.
No, please that…that can't be true.
I haven't achieved my goals yet.
…that can't be true.
The blood spilled from his grievous wound.
God, did you betray me? You can't let me die I haven't finished my struggle.
…my struggle…
I was always a good Christian. I never did something against you. I always followed your words. I fought against infidels and demons, for you
Always.
First, my parents left me…but I…I accepted it and stood up again.
They didn't understand anything.
…I am strong…
I had overcome all obstacles. All enemies were beaten.
I have become Archbishop to serve your will. I have become commander of your earthly army to fight your enemies.
And you let me die?
You let me die…alone?
…alone…
You let me live alone and now you let me die alone?
I deserve more then this.
They should love me.
But you never let them understand.
Tears begun run down Enrico's face.
…my struggle…
The people should…love me!
I wanted …affection!
…alone…
…someone to love…
They never understood me.
Not even as bishop.
And now you took my last chance to earn affection for my deeds?
Enrico began to whimper.
Why?
You are not fair!
You are not fair…you never gave me what I deserved
Father Anderson walked into Enrico's sight. He was shaking his head. "You are a fool Enrico."
What? I am no fool.
He swallowed his own blood.
"You are the biggest, most hopeless fool on this planet," Anderson said as he took the dying archbishop into his arms.
No, I just wanted …someone…
The others never understood me!
His lids were closing slowly.
…affection…
Then everything went black.
