The model for a life a faith |
The Vatican had taken some hard hits in the press. Money laundering mafia money and gangsters turning up mummified in monastery crypts. Farther Eugen Hersey tried to maneuver through the politics quietly. He was a Vatican investigator and a man of faith. "Job was a simple man, who feared God." Fr. Hersey remarked as he examined the mummified remains. "Yes, Father, do you need the autopsy by tomorrow?" An Italian detective stood beside the Priest. He did not have jurisdiction on the Vatican territory. It was clearly a murder and Farther Hersey was conducting the investigation. "That will be fine. I need time to speak with Bishop Healey. We are all anxious to know who this man was." The Priest put his hand on the detectives shoulder and stepped back as the body was removed. "To bad you can not bring him back from the dead." The Italian officer smirked. "God does not will evil, but merely permits it." Father Hersey smiled back and blessed himself. Bishop Healey was a portly man and very loud. "I hope you understand the importance of discretion. The Church is under fire by God I will not have another scandal!" The Bishop pounded his mahogany desk. "It is not something that can be kept quite. This is international news. From what I can surmise the body was crucified and then placed in the crypt. Perhaps a ritual killing." The Priest tapped out his small pipe in an ash tray and scooped up more tobacco into the pipe from his pouch. "Jesus. A devil cult?! WE DO NOT NEED ANOTHER CULT IN THE VATICAN!" The Bishop bellowed. Father Hersey lit up his pipe, "Well let's say a prayer the victim does not resurrect." The Bishop poured some liquor into two crystal square glasses and handed the Priest a glass. "Amen." Bishop Healey replied and clicked his glass with the Priest's. + ^ V Reflections: The human heart is driven by fear. The fear of death and love of lust for blood disguised in civilization. The planet spins blindly through eternal darkness. But in God's Heaven we can have faith in justice. Chapter II *A Message In a Bottle* "You worry me. Why are you a Priest?" Rachael lit up a cigarette and adjusted her blue and white habit. Farther Eugen sat up in his bed and admired the slender line of her naked spine. "I suppose I'm looking for truth. But, then again the food and service here is immaculate." the Priest lit up his pipe. He was in excellent physical condition; a discipline from his military service as an Air Born Ranger. "So, Rachael why are you a nun? Clearly you still lust for worldly pleasures." Rachael gave a gentle smirk and slipped on her white tights and white bra the blue and white vestment followed like a curtain. "We are after all only human." she answered and kissed the Priest. "Hmm. That is a damnable answer. We could be excommunicated." He kissed her throat and then puffed his pipe. Rachael left the door ajar, "Then will get married by a Buddhist." The Priest rushed to shut the door with a pillow over his privates. The phone rang. "Farther Hersey the victim had a small piece of paper inserted in his left ear. It had a message written on it: "Let all who have sinned rise up in Christ." "Thank you inspector. It sounds like a serial killer. I hope you are looking for any prints or trace of DNA.." Fr. Hersey stumbled into his pants. It was time for another look at the crime scene. The sun was rising as he reached the crypt. The Priest blessed himself and cut the tape on the heavy door. The body had been found in side a sarcophagus. It had been there long enough to mummify. Farther Eugene studied the base on the stone box where the body had rested. There was a small wooden figurine; like a chess piece but not representing any rank. It had horns and several rings in its garment. Perhaps a talisman. The Priest put the figurine in an evidence bag and was careful to wear latex gloves. "I know I've seen that symbol before." he thought and put the small bag in his right jacket pocket. "Now, how to narrow this cult down?" This was not easily done. There are hundreds of covens in Rome and some are active in the Vatican. How many Priests and Bishops have fallen under their spell? He sought out a friend and expert in the occult. Gail had her own Tarot shop just outside the Vatican. "Oh, that is precious." She looked at the figurine through the evidence bag. "I believe this is Mourisca: the demon of blood lust and is at war with Mimi the vegetarian." Farther Hersey sat down in the bean bag in Gail's backroom. "Are you telling me this man was killed by a vegetarian?" His question gave him a headache. Gail offered some aspirin with a glass of water. "Well, there are many covens in Rome and they have old grudges against the Papal Seed. Mourisca is a Portuguese version of Santeria. Maybe, your victim was involved with a Spanish Mafia?" "Thank you for the aspirin. Do you still do blessings?" Farther Hersey smiled at the Wiccan Lady. She danced the seven veils and let her dress slip to the floor. The bean bag made the coupling awkward, but still fulfilling. "You are a horney Priest." Gail laughed. "Be fruitful and multiply." Farther Hersey retorted and smacked Gail's butt. This would not be an easy murder case and the Bishop wanted to keep it simple. Reflections: Numbers can be a powerful symbol and means to predict events. In the Tarot the number 3 is especially important to pentacles, wands and cups. It is the Divine number of the Trinity and foretell historic events in God's plan. =^+^= |