Enrico Pucci - Prologue: Free of the Stone Ocean
"2... 3... 5... 7..."
By profession, Enrico Pucci was a man of God. He preached the word of the Lord to those who needed his guidance. He encouraged others around him to attain their own Heaven. After all, that was something that must be acquired no matter what. That was what
he would have wanted. That was
his plan after all, and who was Pucci to do anything but follow
his will?
Not just Yahweh, but another man. Though he was of flesh and blood, that man couldn't be human.
The man with blonde hair, seemed wise beyond his years, had a strange scar all around his neck, and talked of many things.
Well, either way, that was a story for another time. For now, it was time to assess everything calmly and remember where he was, why he was here, and so on. And then he'll be able to stop counting prime numbers in his panic.
The loneliest numbers of them all... How dejecting.
The last thing Pucci remembered, he was reading a strange letter, signed by a woman who claimed to be a powerful Witch. Witches were something that he had as much experience with as fairies; as in nothing, just like the average person. Though he knew his own way around the supernatural workings of his own phenomena, if this woman would claim to be a Witch, an enemy of the Lord that possibly worked with Satan... Well, the only thing to do was to destroy her.
After all, if she would impede on one's journey to attain Heaven, she could only be nothing but a wicked Witch who would dare get in
his way. And Pucci would absolutely not stand for that.
So the priest decided that for whatever reason the letter was sent to him, he would instead come to kill the Witch in the name of the Lord. But before he could even think to do anything more than that, he seemed to suddenly black out.
And now he was in a room with a number of other bizarre beings. Were these all... other so-called Witches? All around him, men with archaic weaponry and armor like they were from the Middle Ages. Little girls far more chipper than he would think, considering the situation. People in costumes (At least... he assumed they were costumes. And really convincing ones at that) who looked like machines found in movies or so. The entire place was a mess.
"11... 13... 17... 19..."
How troublesome.
In the corner seemed to be a young boy in a costume far too big for him. He wasn't about to question that vocally, or else he'd find himself forcing himself to question everything else as well, so he'd go with it. If History taught him anything, it was that questioning things in the presence of Witches was a bad idea.
Sticking out like a sore thumb among the smaller girls and little boy, the tall, dark-skinned man, though probably not as much as the men in the strange armor and whatnot, Pucci appeared like a statue out of nowhere.
"A key," He said abruptly, his deep, booming voice almost surprising himself. It had been a while since he had to interact with so many people at once. But then, all this noise... Well, anyway.
"What is that key for?" He asked, his face completely expressionless, his voice disinterested, yet contradictingly intrigued. Moving like a dead man.
"And what the devil is this place?"
In his opinion, the use of the word "devil" instead of "name of the Lord" felt more appropriate, as though he felt like he was in the Lion's Den. The Witch's nest.
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