Chapter 2
A tall figure swooped into the tall chapel, his black cape flapping behind him. The white doves flew over top of him. The six o'clock bell rang through Milan, Italy. He bowed in front of the cross. In the name of god and the Holy Spirit……amen…forgive me father for I have sinned…but things have to be lost for there to be gain…the man looked up at the cross and smiled. Another loss shall be made for another gain for men…amen…
The priest stared at the odd man, kneeling under the cross. What a great man...he thought. He walked up to him and smiled as he looked up.
"My dear child," the priest smiled as he placed his hand onto his forehead..."ah, may god be with you, and the angels sing peaceful songs in your ears..."
"They do father...always will guide me towards what is right in life...how it used to be..." he whispered the last words...
Satisfied, the priest turned away to here the confessions of a little boy, swinging his legs under the bench. The boy kept his eyes locked onto the shimmering dark ones of the man under the cross.
"Chi è quell'uomo? Who is that man?" He asked the father. "l'uomo di dio...the man of god..." The priest smiled.
The boy didn't like this answer he kept starring at him. He looks like a ghost!
The man winked at the boy and smiled a wry smile. Then he pulled his hood over his white-blonde hair. He arched his back all the way to the chapel door and turned on his heel. Ready, to kill…