San Francisco by Night
Marius Giovanni
Once I placed my faith in him. A deep and fulfilling sense of
reverence would fill me every time I prayed. My misguided trust led me to take up his
banner and fight in his name. Not as a warrior, but as a priest.
The battles I fought were not for wealth or land, but for the souls of his faithful.
Someone had to stand against the servants of the fallen one. Demons, Vampires, and
Wraiths. All are very real, and not just faerie tales. A Jesuit I once was, and I faced
those creatures for him.
My knowledge of the supernatural predated my entry into the church. I was born Giovanni
afterall, and my fascination with such things was not uncommon to them. I was preordained
to serve the family, but I fought that destiny and instead chose him.
So, despite a knowledge of the dark, I foolishly chose the light. My service to him was an
endless endeavor. There was no rest, since the evil I fought did not. My belief never
faltered, and only strengthened with each victory I achieved in his name. The dark could
not extinguish the light of my faith. No...but he could.
The very church that I served, turned upon me like a serpent biting it's own tail. A
growing movement within the hierarchy did not believe in the monsters that I fought, and
wished to move the church into modern times. The supernatural was a relic that stood in
the way, and my success against the evil only proved it did exist.
A summons by the church was answered, and I was tried for heresy. I foolishly continued to
place my trust in him during the trial, not once did I lie, and only spoke the truth.
Instead of thanks, my reward for my long service was a Declaration of Excommunicatus and a
death sentence.
Not only was I to die, but was doomed to Hell for my heresy. In the darkest hour it was
not he that came to me, but my family. The Giovanni not only offered freedom from the
sentence of death, but ironically Immortality as well. Heaven was lost to me, but eternal
life was not.
He failed, and his failure, pushed me into becoming one of the creatures I had fought. My
faith in him is gone, and in it's place I've come to accept my destiny with the Giovanni.
God is Dead...
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