Millions of believers have flocked to this holy city to celebrate the birthday of God tonight. Although it is already winter, the air is still hot because of the countless heartbeats.
This is a religious festival from the Gospel Church. According to the Gospel, the so-called God was born on this day. Because of His birth, the dark world saw the first ray of sunshine, and then the sky was filled with fire and rain, burning the entire world for seven days and seven nights.
The demons that roamed the barren land died under the rain of fire, and new life was reborn from their ashes. The solid glaciers also melted, and the surging sea tides swallowed up most of the world.
A beautiful new world slowly rises after this destruction.
But at the same time, this day also has another meaning in the Book of Revelation. According to the description in the book, when God comes, the darkest shadow appears under his feet, which is the abyss. On this day, not only did the gods appear, but the demons fighting with them also crawled out of the darkness.
"What are you waiting for, kid?"
After getting off the carriage and stepping on the blood-red carpet, Priest Lawrence looked at Lorenzo who was still standing there and questioned his hesitation.
"I am thinking."
After a long pause, Lorenzo answered slowly.
"Thinking about what?"
"everything."
As if he had heard a joke, Priest Lawrence walked over with a smile.
"It's no longer necessary. All you have to do now is accept the honor and enjoy this carnival of victory."
The hundreds and thousands of years of war between the Demon Hunting Cult and the demons has finally come to an end. All the sacrifices have become worthwhile. The torches burning in the dark night will eventually burn away the endless darkness.
The blood turned into mead, the corpses turned into soft bread, and the air seemed to have become sweet.
Lorenzo could not help but look around. People's faces were filled with enthusiasm and joy. The holy words of prayer, accompanied by the organ in the church, the melody continued to boil, as if the whole world was singing.
Yes, this is truly a day worth celebrating. I don’t know how long ago a god was born on this day, and in the distant future, the last demon will be nailed to the cross.
So everyone celebrated.
"Let's go, Lorenzo."
Dean Lawrence extended his hand again, as if as an invitation.
Behind him, at the end of the red carpet, the door of St. Naro's Cathedral slowly opened, endless light overflowed from the gap in the door, and then the hymns became louder and louder.
"Lorenzo, what are you waiting for?"
Priest Lawrence still stretched out his hand, but on his other side Lorenzo seemed to be frozen in place.
He stared at Principal Lawrence quietly, his gray-blue eyes filled with pity and nostalgia.
"No, that place doesn't belong to me after all... I can even say that the entire Florence and the Gospel Church don't belong to me."
As Lorenzo spoke, he casually fiddled with his clothes. From inside his holy robes, he skillfully took out an iron box, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"I remember you didn't smoke."
As if he had noticed something wrong, Priest Lawrence spoke slowly.
"Yes, this is a bad habit I developed in Old Dunling."