Post by Vatican City on Oct 10, 2011 10:57:55 GMT -6
[/b]Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
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The words 'evil' and 'Godly' should never mix in such a holy country as the Vatican. Nor should the word describe a holy man residing in the Papal Palace. And not just any holy man, mind you. It's the representation of the country himself, the Vatican City, a mere boy of eleven, yet more mature and terrifyingly charismatic than any man twice his age, human or nation.
With piercing blue eyes always set in an imposing glare, thin lips eternally set in a firm line, and golden hair as radiant as the sun itself, such features are truly wasted on such a young boy as the Vatican himself. And yet, these same features are what gets him whatever he wants, things he would not otherwise get if he was like any normal human kid. These features also never fail to strike fear in the heart of whoever he meets, for those eyes could make the very devil quiver in fear should he will it.
To think that such a holy man would have such features, even though he is merely a boy of eleven. And to think that such a holy man would look as intimidating and fierce as he does.
But… he isn't exactly holy. Neither has the Catholic church been exactly holy.
Agosto… is guilty of being a God-fanatic. A pharisee or sadducee of sorts. He never fails to follow the laws to the letter, and as a result, expects all his people to do the same. And if they don't, they'd better have strong endurance, for he can inflict severe mental and physical torture with a bat of his eyelash and a wave of his hand.
And he will not hesitate to do it.
Ah, the days when the very mention of the word 'Inquisition' caused people to run for their lives. Agosto thought with a grin on his face as he peered down at the world below from his office window, those glaring blue orbs examining each and every passerby thoroughly, and judging their character just as quickly. Ah, that woman would definitely need some quality time with the tickler. Hmmm, that one is a fairly good man. That one, on the other hand, could definitely use some lashings. After a good while of thinking like this, he sighed and shook his head some, before turning his back from the window and getting back to his paperwork. The world has certainly become very wicked indeed, my Lord… He began a silent conversation with God as he picked up his pen, and started signing papers with a malicious grin on his face. …If only I would be permitted once more to purge and clean this rotting planet… Then you shall not be disappointed, for your humble servant shall be sure to do a thorough job this time…
His thoughts and 'conversation' were interrupted, though, by a soft knock on the door. A guard peered in to deliver a message, and immediately he shot a glare in his direction, which caused said guard to cower and swallow a bit.
"What is it that is so important? I thought I said specifically not to be disturbed today. Do you see this mountain of paperwork I have to get done?" This he said in an annoyed voice which sent shivers down the poor guard's spine. It was best not to get the boy angry or irritated, or it could cost him his job… or worse.
"P-pardon me, Your Grace, but… there is a man who has been caught defacing the walls of the St. Peter's Basilica."
"What?!" Agosto thundered as he pounded his fist on the table, causing a few papers to fly. "What impudent slime would have the guts to deface the very walls of God's sanctuary?!"
"He… appears to be very drunk, sir." The guard explained.
"And drunk, to top it off?! He has committed a grave sin in itself, and alcohol is involved in it as well?! What has this world come to?! If only I were allowed to resurrect the ways of the Inquisition and publicly torture these poor excuses for---!" He cleverly interrupted himself and cleared his throat, glaring at the guard once more. But enough is enough. Even if the Inquisition is not allowed to exist, he still has his methods for ridding the world of heathens. One step at a time.
"You know what to do." He said simply with a dismissive wave of his hand as he got back to his paperwork. The guard, clearly being new, stared at him stupidly for a while. He looked up from the paper he was signing and raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Well? What are you waiting for, you fool?"
"Ah… I'm afraid I don't quite, ah, know what to do, sir." The soldier replied in a quiet voice as he braced himself for any sort of lashing or hits or whatever Agosto should hurl at him. But all he heard was a sigh.
"Did they not brief you on your duties when you were chosen as a guard? Incompetent fools. I would take charge of choosing guards myself, but I am far too busy with other matters, such as ridding this world of heathens. And that is exactly your job, boy." He has the habit of calling everyone lower than him 'my child' or 'boy', even though they're usually twice or three times older than him. He sighed once more and looked straight at the guard, a serious, fiery glare that seemed to say 'dare oppose me, and you'll die'. The guard swallowed a bit, though he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the other's. "And what this means is, you will get rid of that man. How, you might ask? Kill him. And burn his body, and scatter his ashes upon the fields so no one may find him." These words he said oh-so-casually, as if he'd done it so many times before. And he had. The guard could do nothing but look at him in horror, then nodding absently, he bowed a bit and walked to the door, but not before Agosto cleared his throat which caused him to stop and turn slightly to look back at him.
And there he was, smiling innocently, yet malevolently, his striking blue orbs shining with delight and passion. The look of the devil himself when he has found his prey.
"If you think your job is quite unpleasant and is not to your liking, you may feel free to leave. However…" He stood up from his chair, walked over to the guard, and beckoned him to bend down and come closer to him (Agosto, being a kid, was barely up to his waist after all). He then whispered to his ear in a hauntingly quiet voice, enough to send the guard cowering and shaking in fear. "…Consider yourself dead if you do. After all, no one who has ever quit working from this place has ever left alive."
A satisfied grin then crossed Agosto's face as he watched the guard gasp loudly in fear, stumble back, and basically run out the door, tripping on his own feet a few times before he could manage to slam the door shut. Ah, he really did love scaring new recruits like that.
Oh well. They have a lot to learn.
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Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than
[/b]Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd[/i][/center][/blockquote]
