Father Luca is sometimes a little lost in London. The city is big and while Vatican had been large, it had been full of his brothers and sisters. London is full of life and people, and while he loves that 80% of the time, sometimes he feels like he's drowning in it. Unlike brother Will, who took residence in the Buckingham Palace, Luca found one of the many deserted Churches in London and settled down. Vatican was more than happy to shoulder the fees for him for a little while at least. Most of the riches of the church had been already either robbed or taken to other locations. There was a big wooden cross behind the altar and some old bibles, dusty bottles of wine for the communion and some of the cassocks in the back were his size. Nothing fancy, but just enough for Luca.
He shopped in the nearby grocery store and mostly spent his time trying to get to know the people who lived in the area. Trying to bring some security into their lives.
He was selecting vegetables in the grocery store for his soup today when a man stumbled in, crazed look in his eyes, climbing his way on top of the fruit display and started to chomp on the apples. He sat like a big cat, holding himself in place with his hand, hunched over his legs. He was eyeing the customers in the shop with redshot eyes, drooling mindlessly until his gaze fell on the priest.
Luca swallowed, putting down the basket he had been carrying. He had seen this on his way to London. Glimpses of it. But he hadn't been the one who dealt with it. Not this close up. Something was wrong with these people. Something evil was inside them. Something that thirsted and took without a permission.
He backed away, a hand curling around the cross around his neck. "In nomine Patris, et Fílii," he started, voice trembling mildly. The creature - because you couldn't call it a human with good conscience with its hunched way of walking and growl that had nothing to do with human communication - growled and started to claw its way down from the pile of fruit. Luca's back bumped against the shelves, his fingers quick to draw a cross across his chest. "Et Spirítus Sancti. Amen."
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He shopped in the nearby grocery store and mostly spent his time trying to get to know the people who lived in the area. Trying to bring some security into their lives.
He was selecting vegetables in the grocery store for his soup today when a man stumbled in, crazed look in his eyes, climbing his way on top of the fruit display and started to chomp on the apples. He sat like a big cat, holding himself in place with his hand, hunched over his legs. He was eyeing the customers in the shop with redshot eyes, drooling mindlessly until his gaze fell on the priest.
Luca swallowed, putting down the basket he had been carrying. He had seen this on his way to London. Glimpses of it. But he hadn't been the one who dealt with it. Not this close up. Something was wrong with these people. Something evil was inside them. Something that thirsted and took without a permission.
He backed away, a hand curling around the cross around his neck. "In nomine Patris, et Fílii," he started, voice trembling mildly. The creature - because you couldn't call it a human with good conscience with its hunched way of walking and growl that had nothing to do with human communication - growled and started to claw its way down from the pile of fruit. Luca's back bumped against the shelves, his fingers quick to draw a cross across his chest. "Et Spirítus Sancti. Amen."
Someone help him. Please.