• The glistening scarlet slowly spread all over the floors and the walls of the Cathedral as the deformed bodies lay unmoving all around. Bruised, dismembered, bloody and degrading. It was a very grotesque sight, and one man was the cause of all the carnage. He stood in the center, in the pool of red liquid. The moonlight shining through the stained glass of God covered his body and seemingly enough he shined. He seemed to glow from the moonlight, but it was just the blood all over his body. His sword was in his hand, dripping with the blood of humans. "This blood is disgusting..." he said in the lifeless room, he took out a plain white cloth with his left hand from his pocket and from the base of the blade he gripped it with the cloth. He moved it down his blade cleaning of the grease and blood that covered it. The white cloth turned black stained with the blood of the dead. He sheathed is blade and began to walk away from the holy altar newly covered with blood. His steps made ripples in the pool as he walked "My shoes are getting dirty.." he whispered under his breath, still it echoed through the walls of the cathedral. Finally walking out of the pool of blood his footsteps echoed through the room and even the aisles were drenched in blood. Stopping infront of the doors he turned around and looked at his work. "I hope this was worth getting my boots covered in blood for.." he ended his speech with a sigh and left to face the empty dark streets of Vatican city.