Novel & Cerita Exo Vaticanus

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked, bound tangle — bodies marked by ropes and welts, holes leaking profusely as the distant Vatican bells continued tolling in the night. Alessandro knelt between them, fingers lazily pushing his cum deeper into both of their used holes, feeling the warm, sticky mix of their shared sin. “The Vatican has witnessed your fall,” he whispered darkly into the candlelit darkness. “You now carry my unholy seed. Your bodies and souls belong to me.” The three of them remained locked together in the ancient chamber, breathing ragged, bodies trembling with exhaustion and dark satisfaction as the storm of lust slowly subsided. Outside, the holy city slept.

Now he saw why. “Who paid you?” she asked, voice sharp, eyes locked onto Luca’s. “Who gave you the order?” Luca sobbed, the fear catching up to his lungs. “They...De Marco didn’t come himself. It was filtered. Vatican bank contacts. A deal signed in Donatello’s name.” That stopped her hand. “What deal?” Luca was crying now. “They’re building something. Donatello and a faction inside the Vatican. Old money. The Black Chamber. Human trade routes built under religious outreach programs. Coded sanctuaries used to traffic data, children, weapons. Untouchable because they wear crosses.”

He didn’t also bother to look back at her. The officiating minister cleared his throat and began his sermon. “We are gathered here to witness the joining together of Ramon Anthony Fridling and Violet Heathenway.” He started, earning hisses and muffles from the crowd. “Do you Ramon Fridling take Violet Heathenway as your wife, to love and ch – “Yes I do.” Ramon interrupted earning chuckles from the crowd. “And do you, Violet Heathenway, take Ramon Fridling as your husband, to love and cherish in moments of joy or sorrow. In times of joy and pains, in riches and in poverty –