Luca exhaled though his nostrils, looking down on the smoke - the only candle in the church almost blowing out with a flicker of the flame. The church had been abandoned for a while, but as he sat there, after walking his second round, he decided to give it up and sat down. He had pulled up chairs from the old Priests office and put them smack in the middle of the Church. Behind him, where people used to pray, that one little brave candle burnt on. He had asked a favor of some of the church administrators, and had been assured that tonight no one would be here, no workers, no builders, no priests, no one. It was after midnight, and he was quite sure that if someone saw the light from outside, they would either have to be out there looking for trouble – an offering he would have no trouble in giving his family, should a random stranger show up with a crowbar deciding he wanted to steal something, or to fight.
The beast had roared in his chest when he had first lit the candle, but as he had stared at it for a few minutes now, he had calmed his monster. The trancelike fear that fire instilled in everyone, was something he latched unto, a valuable lesson in the mysticism of the Dragon. He did not yet know if his next ritual would be about the flames, but if it was to be that way, he would not consider it a loss.
Luca was dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to beneath the elbow, and a pair of charcoal slacks with leather shoes. He carried a watch on his arm. In his pocket he felt his rosary and the compass, which had become a powerful object for him to carry around – reminding him of what he was. Bonanno wondered who would get there first, The Whip? The Priscus? Perhaps the Fraud? You never knew. He had jumped at the chance to please the Priscus and make arrangements to get this location, it was nothing fancy, but it was abandoned and ways off from everything that might be up and about at this time of night – he dared not plan to use this show of competence to become favored with the Priscus, but some part of him still hoped.
A glance at his watch told him that there were only a few minutes until the meet was scheduled to begin. He had left the door to the work entrance unlocked, but firmly pushed shut. Perhaps the light from where he was sitting would guide them here, unless he would have to get up. I really don’t wanna get up… He thought to himself and leaned back, the wood of the old chair breaking beneath him.
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You guys don’t have to roll for the fire, It was just something I liked to do, because character development and Ordo Dracul stuff…
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