Sin

This was started the morning after I completed reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown—not five minutes after I had completed the novel and was sitting in bed in a daze. The story is powerful. The characters are powerful. I have always been enchanted by the esoteric and the ever-raging war between science and religion. Had I lived in past Rome, I would have been firmly on the side of the Illuminati, as such is my nature, though this book resurrected my doubts against the pure mechanical universe theory. I am such a melancholy sap.

WARNING: This is one huge spoiler for the end of Angels and Demons. Do not read if you want to complete the book. Trust me, completing the book is well worth it.

This is rambling from the point of view of three characters, without any real plot or any point. Originally, this was only going to be a one-shot about Ventresca, my opposite but for whom I felt pity. If there is justice, he will be all right, wherever he is. All he wanted to do was to save the world. I decided to add chapters for Kohler and Vittoria, both of whom with which I sympathize.

This entire thing was written in one afternoon. Talk about a slap-job.

Angels and Demons and all of the characters therein are copyright Dan Brown. I disclaim ownership of any of them.

I. Ventresca

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with you.

I am a martyr.

This is hell on earth. This is hell. Earth. The earth I am leaving. I am going home. Home, Father.

Father.

Father, cruel joke, deceit. You kept your promise to God at what price? To toy with the very tools of science that make men think themselves God. You allowed man to play God to create me, Father. Me, an abomination before god. I am a demon.

I am a demon, praying to angels. Help me.

Help the world. I am only a demon who wants to save the world. I am only a man born from evil. My conception is the very essence of the Devil I work to eradicate in the hearts of Man, oh, cruel irony! Help me, for You are so gracious and virtuous a God as to choose a spawn of abomination as Your voice. You work through demons; You show that even the product of Satan's hands can become holy through Your light.

I am a cursed being, and yet You have made me whole.

If this is destiny, o Lord, if this is Your way of showing the world that demons sprung from science are forever cursed by the Devil's hand, let the entire world know right now the true nature of my origin. Let them know somehow.

But do not tell them of my deceit. For their sake, o Lord, never let the world know. Sometimes an illusion is needed to represent what the heart knows already. To those who rely on worldly senses, let my canvas remain intact to glorify You.

The Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

I am a horrible mockery of Mary's conception. Immaculate, hardly. Not by the flesh of man but by the hand of the Devil himself so I am conceived. Is that my purpose? Opposite of Jesus, opposite of Your son? Am I so cursed?

And yet You save me. And yet You work through me, praise! I raise my hands to You in Heaven, o God, so forgotten in this world, being rendered obsolete! Never, never shall it happen!

I have committed murder. I have tortured innocent and devoted souls to Your cause, misguided as they were, I have defiled the earthly relics to Your greatness, and yet You will still accept me. I am still Your son first and foremost, o Lord! Praise be!

The people below are so silent. I can no longer hear their singing. I hear the very fires of Hell.

Is this my earthly punishment for my nature? Is this the way You intend demons to exit the world? By my own hand, driven by Your guidance, is my death an example? After I endure, I hold faith that into Your arms I will travel. I am finally coming home.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

I am a sinner. But aren't we all?

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

For we have all fallen short of your glory, we all deserve to burn.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

I may be a beacon of Hell, but after my suffering I will rise again, like Your Son. Though unlike Him I am demon in flesh. He is divine. Twin stars, twin souls, both born from virgins, one touched by Your hand, the other touched by the hand of Satan.

The Satan that lives in the hearts of Man. Doubt. Reason. Holy Mary, save them all.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

I do not dare to compare myself to Your Son, never! I am not worthy! O Lord, I am not worthy! My suffering pales in comparison to His! While He is immaculate I am awash in sin! I am an earthly, sinful, flawed man. Demon.

I am a demon living among angels.

And yet You will save me. And yet You work through me. Hail Mary, Mother of God!

I am a liar. I am awash in deceit. I am no different from him. My earthly father. He from whose seed I am begotten, aided by the Devil's hand. O, were it that he only surrendered to the desires of the flesh, but no! This cruel mockery!

I have made mockery of my Church. I have defiled our mission of mercy by murdering its own servants, gentle souls all! And yet it is for Your good. We must progress with the times. Vatican City may fall, earthly ruins sacrificed, but Your spirit remains! I have reawakened it!

Do not let it come undone. The tape… celluloid that could destroy the world. The end of faith. The end of the church. The Church is dying.

I am a disgrace. Lord, what have I done?

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

I only wanted to save the world.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

No, my works were in good intention! The preferiti now rest in your arms, Praise God! They have gone to their reward! Certainly, they will understand. Certainly, they will be honored. Certainly, they will be proud of what I have done.

How could they be so blind not to?

I am the Horror. The Hope is theirs.

The Hope is the world's. This is my punishment. This pain is the Horror. I am the Horror. I am pain.

I am in so much pain, Hell's fire on earth, o Lord!

Jesus endured more for my sins. For his endurance I can rise to heaven, demon-spawned and sinful as I am. I am red with sin. I am black with sin.

Black… father's tongue. Father, what have you done?

Father, did you save the world? Did your sin result in such pain in God that I am to counteract?

And the sins of the father shall be inflicted on the child.

I am holy penance; I pay for your sins. I am an effigy on the stake.

I am an effigy, burning at the stake.

For the world, my Horror, the effigy, take my gift of faith and be alive!

And my sins shall be white as snow. And his sins shall be white as snow. The world, someday, will be white as snow.

So many lost souls that will forever paint themselves black. They turn their backs on Your glory. They turn away from the holy fountain of Jesus' blood that will wash them white as snow. That blood is so powerful that even demons can become angels.

I will become an angel.

The world is black with sin. Mary, help us!

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

They are no longer singing in the square. It is so quiet.

I can no longer even hear Hell's fire.

I'm coming home, Lord! I'm coming home!

Amen.