The SV and 'invited to attend the party held' on Saturday 13 cm at the "Hitch"
RSVP
Family Ombrafiorita
When a call is delivered with such mundane means (and not) in all the "cream" of the city 'area, the message and 'quite clear to everyone: Saturday 13
we do, do not be found around Rome.
To be fair, the "party" of Ombrafiorita are very nice, even if they had an obligation that has all the Roma will plummet.
Musicians of Faerie, fine wines, entertainment and dancing nymphs of all the wealth that power, wealth and immodesty can conceive. Someone could make objections to the baroque style that characterizes them, but never too loud and never ever do that in front of the twin the honors, patience is not 'in the list of the qualities' of these hosts.
Saturday, September 13, 2008 A man rummages in his drawers, with the air of one who sees everything for the first time.
rains, the water splashing on the windows and streams draw omens of death and revenge.
Tonight the man has not accompanied with the usual look at the ugly little daughter while his partner went to bed. And not 'licked her lips like a hungry hyena anticipating the moment when the mother would leave him unattended and small, the ogre home, he started to play with his prey.
Like the other, the first baby, so sweet, so innocent. He had gone on for months to rape her but then had yielded little. Certainly did not tell her mother, for no reason he would. A good mix of guilt and the catechism had kept silent as a fish. Sin, had yielded at the end and after a flight of five planes had left without 'his toy.
No, tonight the only thing that man can 'afford to do' to be afraid, rincattucciato corner of his mind, while the creature that took possession of his body moves like a puppet to the exit .
He's afraid but I do not have enough ... not yet.
Angelo and Ugia 'waiting nearby, in the shade. They see him come staggering.
-Did you put a life, Osvaldo.
-I know, sorry. I could not find the watch.
-? ... But where we are sending will not do 'need ... He
-no ... I do. That is still some garlic, you know?
Angelo does not answer, he shakes his head and murmuring prayers.
On a lawn in the rain again the man has control of himself, the creature has left him and now hovers near him translucent, vaguely reminiscent of the profile of a tribal witch doctor but it 's difficult to come to terms with the idea rain that hurts the eyes.
before him severely, still stares at him a priest.
The man does not even have time to talk to Angelo urges him on.
-Atonement Repentance leads to forgiveness and atonement. Are you ready to repent of your sins, accept the just punishment and thus save 'your immortal soul? Speak your time and 'not given' a lot.
- ... you say, I did not do anything ... Help, help!
-We know everything about you and your daughter, not lie, repent until 'you're on time. The man tried to escape
splashing mud as he runs blindly away from this nightmare ...
One foot out of the darkness, striking him with lethal precision on the solar plexus, making him bend, an elbow after a while impacting violently on his head, and the darkness becomes more and more 'dense a disembodied voice whispers: "Thank
Ugia' but not would go far ...
Again the rain on his face, and 'new-conscious
What did I tell Angel? These people do not repent ... Proceed?
The priest nods.
Come with me, go find your daughter.
In an instant the world collapses, it does not rain more, 'the man' disoriented, sitting in the middle of a desert ash, purple sky and the air smells of death.
Next to him is 'the first figure that was translucent, now and' concrete.
old, skinny, covered only by a loincloth and his tattoos Osvaldo smiles with his teeth filed down.
-Do you like the place? "The Realms of Death", few mortals who have seen them while they were alive, you're lucky!
-and now? question-and now the man
restarai here, you will not need to eat or drink it ... wait here that your body is slowly dissolved and your soul devoured.
You had to listen to my nephew, Angelo, we would be limited to kill you ... Goodbye.
Osvaldo back to the world of Motala, and Bast The priest looks at him.
-All done! we run the hitch, maybe we have time to see the collection of Prada fashion dedicated to Isis ... Ah, the Rolex was fake, even beggar as well as pedophile ... By the way, Angelo, as you said that was his name?
The night swallows them.
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