ACB - Sancti - for Jacky-tatzeIn nomine Patris et fillii et Spiritus Sancti
The heavy rain clouds were darkening the sky, the wind itself starting to blow harder, the gusts violent and loud, the whistle of the air making him clench his teeth every time he heard it. It was like nature itself synchronized with his heart and rain sorrow across the earth. "Strange", thought the man, his light blue eyes, almost gray just like the heights, gazed into the nothingness. He usually liked the wind, the breeze making him feel free, able to take him away and bring him to see other places.
But that was usually, not in that moment. Even if in that particular second he wished to
Paolo and Sancti for Jacky"Father, I have come to confess my sins." The man had closed the door of the confessional a few seconds ago. He keeled and folded his hands, as the priest on the other side of the partition, that separated sinner and priest from each other, said. "May god forgive you, Son. What are thy sins?"
"Hell, Sancti, you know who is speaking, so get it over with and get rid of the formalities."
"Yes, I know but you have come to me as the penitent. And I know why you are here, but still, try to respect the church an all it has given to you. I am your priest, so confess, and leave."
"You said you know why I am here."
"Well, I assume you killed a poor sou
Paolo and Sancti Part 2The evening had fallen over the streets of Roma. It was a cold night, as winter was approaching. It was the first night Paolo had to turn on the fire place.
Thinking about, if he should go out and find a women for the night, to warm his heart and bed he sat down in an armchair and stared into the fire. Paolo did not wear his Assasin Armour. No, today he was downright civilized.
He took a deep sip of the wine which was warming his guts, after he had stepped inside after a day of work. Spywork was hard and cold, and today he could curse Auditore for that. Because the grandmaster had his minions to do the dirty work, and he was merciless.