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Chapter One :  The Cathedral of Saint Belias the Visionary (M)

"Every good adventure begins with a world-class ass kicking." - Ash Crimson

The cannibal bishop scraped Haeok's shoulder and tasted the girl's blood. Beautiful, rich and spiced with the powers of an empath, the blood slithered down the throat of the hungry cleric.  The young, Korean girl recoiled.  She had joined a few other students in a late night pub crawl and now here they were stuffed in some kind of eldritch cage abducted to God knows where.  "You're all scared, so scared and I… I actually feel it!  It's delightful!  Thank you Haeok!" the  Bishop danced while clapping his clawed hands. "You will be my prized calf!"  The pretty empath shivered and looked out into the darkness hoping to God that her friend would come back for her. 

The Cathedral of Saint Belias the visionary stood both beautiful and insane against the spectacular setting of Villa Ada, an unspoiled national park just northwest of Rome.  A world class college had recently been added to the Cathedral which only complemented the schizophrenic lunacy that its inhabitants had learned to love.  The stately Dean Scaglionne walked briskly through the crazy, ornate courtyard with the starkly beautiful Roxxi at his side.   Had the ancient Norse created a goddess of war and beauty it would have been Roxxi.  She was a Scandinavian work of art in human form;  big grey/green eyes that flashed in the afternoon sunset like an icy Norwegian stream while full, panther-black hair gracefully cascaded against her ivory white shoulders.  Her long, black coat emphasized a black mini-skirt and stiletto boots.

"We can't allow Alicia to fall into the hands of the Children of the Sunset, Roxxi.  I need you on that shuttle.  You're the best we have." The Dean glanced at his assassin's perfect, ivory legs parting her fashionable black coat as she strode next to him.

"What is with this fucking Alicia?!" Roxxi snapped at the older man, "Is she really like Jesus or something?"

"We just need her Roxxi and I need you to bring her to me." The Dean stared into his killer's beautiful eyes.

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