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Sicily.If there was one thing about the place that Bennett was certain of, it was that he did not enjoy being there in the slightest. The weather was unbearably hot and, weighed down as he was by his equipment, he found that every step he took was a test of his body’s fortitude. Amongst his organisation, he wasn’t the biggest or the strongest, but that didn’t stop him from taking up the blade in the name of God. He had fought the worst that both Hell and Earth had to throw at him, and he’d be damned if he was going to let a little sun beat him.Taking a deep breath, the young priest pulled his wide-brimmed hat off and used it to fan himself as he made his way down the narrow dirt road.Being here was a risk. Sicily was rife with criminals these days, to the point where even his church preferred to keep its distance from the island. But Bennett couldn’t just leave it well enough alone. Despite everything his peers did to warn him, he researched long into the night, scanning through whatever documents pertaining to the local crime families he could dig up.Most didn’t interest him. To Bennett, he was more than willing to leave the Italian criminal underworld to its own devices; the struggles, crimes and conflicts of his fellow man weren’t his concern.Until he read that name.Oisicco.It was so close to Italian that he almost didn’t give it a second glance. But that name was of no mortal language.It was a name written in Tongues. The name of a demon.Without warning anyone, Bennett immediately charted a course for Sicily, armed with naught but a pair of revolvers and the blade of his order. He was a priest of the blade; a holy soldier. He could not suffer the taint of demonic influence while he still drew breath.Once he had arrived at Palermo, he probed the local populace for information regarding the Oisicco family but was met with irate stares and walls of silence. Failing to glean anything that way, he was forced to hit the books and brute-force his way through local registries and other such documents, and though his grasp of most European languages was poor, he eventually managed to locate mention of his mark in a few old papers dating back to 1883, just seven years ago. Supposedly the Oisiccos were relatively quiet compared to other crime families of their ilk, and though the paper didn’t reveal much else, it did tell him the name of their current leader.Francisca Oisicco.From there it was a matter of tracking down that name in other documents, and after several hours of wading through paper and parchment, Bennett had a lock on the family’s headquarters; a reclusive villa between Corleone and Sciacca.Stopping for a moment to wipe his brow, he reached into his black coat and fingered the steel rosary around his neck. In place of a cross, it bore the motif of a blade.”Francisca Oisicco… You will fall to me…!” he hissed, clutching it tight to his chest.They called him young and stupid back home. That he was too reckless to be hunting demons by himself.But he’d show them.He’d show them all!With renewed fervour, Bennett continued on down the dirt road, his brow furrowed and his gaze set on the path before him. His heart pounded in time with his footsteps, and his palms itched to draw his guns and let lead fly. All around him, the Sicilian countryside – as beautiful as it was, illuminated by the harsh midday sun – went by in a blur. Trees, hills, fields and rocks passed the priest by until eventually, after what felt like hours, he found himself standing before a gate. Beyond it, a long road cut through a steep hillside towards a large marble villa that looked out over a small glassy lake. Before the villa was a large plaza dominated by a fountain, and parked around it were a number of motorcars.This had to be it.He heard someone clear their throat, prompting Bennett to return his attention to the gate. Two surly men flanked the wrought-iron entrance, both well-dressed and clutching double-barrelled shotguns. The hammers were cocked, and their fingers were dangerously close to the triggers.”Who the fuck are you?” one of them asked in Italian, hefting his weapon onto his shoulder in a show of intimidation.”This is Oisicco?” Bennett responded, a little less than fluently.His questioner raised an eyebrow before smiling bemusedly.”You’ve got it wrong, foreigner. Now piss off.”Narrowing his eyes, the priest reached for his holsters and quietly cocked the revolver hammers.”No.”In a flash, he drew the guns and pressed the barrels against Ankara escort both of the guards’ foreheads.”I won’t.”He pulled the triggers.—–In the span of twenty minutes, the beautiful Oisicco estate had become a warzone. The air was filled with gun smoke, the walls were riddled with bullet holes, and the floors were littered with incapacitated gangsters and spent shells. All around him, Bennett could hear the yells of yet more Oisicco soldiers mobilising, their boots echoing through the stately halls of the villa. He grunted and plucked a discarded rifle off the floor, his own pistols having run out of ammunition.He had downed many a man since he breached the villa entrance, but he had yet to see a single demon. Was his information wrong?Ducking behind a pillar, he just about managed to avoid a hail of gunfire from another batch of well-dressed thugs. Gritting his teeth, he emptied the rifle into the crowd before making a beeline for a large set of double doors at the end of the hall.Shit, he was out of ammunition. He could only hope that there was an armoury or something beyond these doors…!Booting them open, he threw himself inside and slammed the doors shut behind them. Spying a wooden cabinet nearby, he shoved it in front of the entrance, just to buy him some time.His blood went cold as he heard someone laugh behind him.”I was wonderin’ who was shootin’ up the place. For a while, I thought it was the usual cadre of hitmen, but it seems the truth is anythin’ but.”Balling his first, Bennett slowly turned to face the source of the jeering voice.The room he was in was not an armoury as he had hoped. Instead, the priest found himself standing at the entrance of a long, stately office. Paintings of graphic torture scenes decorated the walls, and sunlight streamed through a pair of massive stained glass windows at the far side of the office, before which lay a massive desk. And there, sitting with her feet up on the table, was her.”Francisca Oisicco…” Bennett hissed, narrowing his eyes.Even from her position of relaxed nonchalance, he could tell that she was a massive woman. She looked as though she towered over a foot above him, and he was considered of average height by most folk. She was dressed in dark suit pants and a tight shirt that struggled to contain her bulging muscles, and as Bennett stared on, she casually rolled her sleeves up, revealing the countless scars she bore upon her forearms.”Why don’t you quit starin’ and look me in the eyes, little man?” she demanded in a powerful, booming tone.Mustering his courage, Bennett turned his gaze unto Francisca’s face.She was terrifying and beautiful in equal measure. The woman’s visage exuded confidence and power like nothing Bennett had ever seen. Her mouth was twisted into a smug grin, and both of her eyes were locked with his. One of them was a brilliant emerald colour, whilst the other was a dull grey. A deep scar ran through it from her forehead down to her cheek, where it criss-crossed a second old wound that seemed to reach around to her left ear. Her hair was a wild mane of fiery red that extended all the way down her back.Bennett faltered a little. Why was he so nervous…?”You! My name is Bennett! Priest!” he choked, pulling his rosary from his coat.Francisca snorted.”And a foreign one at that. Your Italian is woeful, little man,” she chided, folding her arms in front of her broad chest.”Silence, monster! I know you’re a devil!”This caused her to raise a thick eyebrow. With a heavy sigh, Francisca arose from her chair, drawing herself to her full height of well beyond seven feet. The floor seemed to shake as she walked around the desk and stood before it, her powerful legs planted apart as she stared the intruder down.”Not a devil. But a demon, yes. I take it you know what I am?” she asked in an almost bored tone, cocking her head.In response, Bennett reached for the long, cloth-wrapped object he had been carrying upon his back. Tearing the cover away, he revealed a shining steel longsword that gleamed in the light from the stained glass windows.The blade of his order. The blade of a priest.”Why don’t you show me?!” he hissed, dropping into a combat stance as he narrowed his eyes.Both of her eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the weapon. With a mighty laugh, the crime boss cracked her knuckles and grinned at him.”Hah! So the little man’s got some grit! Alright, finally! It’s been too fuckin’ long since I let loose!”With Ankara escort bayan that she reached for the buttons of her shirt and tore the first few away, causing them to tinkle to the floor. Pulling it open, she revealed the black pendant tucked within her canyon-esque cleavage, as well as inadvertently drawing Bennett’s attention to the pair of stiffening nipples poking through the white cloth.His cheeks burned despite himself. Not only was she forgoing a brassiere, but she was actively getting excited by this…?!”Feast your eyes, little man! Burn this into your memory before I part your head from your fuckin’ neck!”With that, she tore the pendant away. A wave of demonic energy suddenly washed over her body, causing it to slowly change.Even from as far away as he was standing, Bennett could feel the heat rolling off Francisca in waves, forcing him to shield his face as she transformed. Her tanned skin darkened to a deep orange colour as her eyes lit up with demonic fire. A red, rocklike horn sprouted from the centre of her forehead, and once it curved to its maximum length, she extended her right hand and pulled a mighty bronze labrys from a rift of burning flame. Hefting the axe onto her shoulder, she grinned and slammed her foot down, leaving scorch marks on the floor.The priest swallowed hard. Just as he thought.She was an Oni, a dread demon of Wrath.”Well, I see you haven’t shit yourself and run for the hills! You’re braver than you look, little man!” the demon scoffed.Her fiery gaze darkened.”Huh… you’ve piqued my interest now, I’ll say that much…!”Bennett’s grip on his sword tightened.”Enough talk! Fight me! Now!”He rushed towards the demoness as fast as he could, eyes narrowed and fixed on splitting her clean in two. He had fought Oni before, and though they were tough opponents, they weren’t unbeatable. It took a skilled combatant to avoid both their axe swings and their fiery spells, but he was nothing if not a competent swordsman. If he feinted at the last second, he could use the momentum of his swing to bring his sword back around and cut her head clean off.As he approached, Francisca didn’t move. Rather than attempt to attack or defend herself, she just watched Bennett approach with intrigued eyes.Wait… she looked… hungry…Shaking his head, he ejected those thoughts from his mind and focused on slaying the demon before him.Right as he got within range of Francisca’s twin-headed axe, he made a swing for her neck, only to duck out of the way at the last second. With gritted teeth, he whirled the blade around in an arc and brought it down hard upon-!In an instant, the Oni lashed out with her free hand and grabbed the sword, immediately halting it mid-swing. She gripped it tight and held it aloft, nearly dragging Bennett off his feet as she brought his face close to hers. She was oppressively hot, and her sweat smelled like burnt cinnamon.”Weak,” the demon jeered with a sidelong grin.As if to punctuate her point, Francisca tightened her grip on the blade. The steel cracked and groaned before shattering altogether.Falling to the floor, Bennett could only watch on in horror as his weapon – his badge of office – fell to pieces all around him. Amidst the rain of steel shards, the Oni grabbed his throat and lifted him high into the air. Though he struggled and kicked, he couldn’t break her grip of iron.”So you come into my house, kill my guys, and take a swing at me?!” she roared, eyes ablaze with diabolic flame.Her fingers tightened around Bennett’s neck, threatening to crush his throat altogether.”The fuckin’ nerve! In all my years of headin’ this family, I have never seen someone do somethin’ so suicidally stupid! Do you know how that makes me feel?! Wanna take a fuckin’ guess, little man?!”He pulled one of her fingers away, just enough to let him breathe.”A- Angry…?” choked the priest, the edges of his vision going dark.Francisca pulled him close and grinned madly.”Oh no, little man…”She leaned in and bit his ear painfully.”You got me interested!”Before he could even fathom a reaction, Bennett felt the wind get knocked from his lungs as Francisca dragged him into a tight sleeper hold. Pulled tight against her firm chest, he could only fruitlessly claw at her heavily-scarred arms as the blood flow to his head ebbed away. Right as his vision went dark and he lost control of his body, he heard the Oni whisper something into his ear.”Oho, this is gonna Escort Ankara be so much fun. I’m gonna enjoy breakin’ you, little man…”—–When Bennett next awoke, he was dismayed to find himself lying facedown on a cold stone floor. He couldn’t feel the weight of his clothes pressing against him, and when he performed a brief check of his body, he discovered that he had been stripped down to his undergarments. Swallowing hard, the young priest kept his nerve and peeled himself off the floor.It was hard to see through the gloom, but if the round, dark shapes surrounding him and the heady smell in the air were anything to go by, he had to be in some kind of wine cellar. He squinted and groped around for something to steady himself with; he was still very lightheaded.Behind him was a wall, so with his arms held before him like a blind man that had lost his cane, Bennett began to stumble through the darkness. Just as he thought he was making progress, however, something tightened around his neck and dragged him to the floor.Swearing aloud, he reached up to feel the leather collar around his neck. A chain had been fed through an iron loop on the back, linking him to the far wall.His eyes widened. He was a prisoner.Somewhere else within the cellar, he heard a door open. As he scuttled back against the wall, Bennett watched as a circle of light slowly rounded a large stack of barrels, before someone carrying a candle stepped into view.His eyes narrowed.Not just someone.Her.Francisca Oisicco set the candle down on a nearby barrel as she reached for the pendant around her neck, casually unveiling her demonic features before her captive. Her good eye seemed to glow in the dark.”Well well; look who’s finally awake,” the Oni commented, reaching into her pocket.She was dressed in full regalia; a three-piece suit, a long black coat and a pair of black leather gloves to complete the look. How long had he been out…?”Where am I?” grunted Bennett, glancing around.”Safe enough. For now.”Producing a fine cigar, she pulled one of her gloves off and snapped her fingers, causing her thumb to burst into flame. She lit the cigar and took a deep drag.”Let’s make this easy on the both of us. You tell me who sent you, and I won’t leave you to rot down here. Sound good?” Francisca asked, tapping some of the ash away.”I was sent by God to-“”Oh don’t give me any of that bullshit, little man! I saw the damage you did! You’re not some wanderin’ preacher; you clearly belong to an organisation! All I want to know is why they sent you to bother me!”He swallowed hard.”They didn’t. I’m here… by myself,” Bennett admitted, gritting his teeth.She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head as if expecting the punchline to a joke, only to be met by shamed silence from the priest. Slowly, the Oni’s eyes widened as she burst out laughing.”So you came here by yourself? To try and take me out on a whim?! Bahahaha~!”Francisca punched the wall as she doubled over laughing, causing the entire basement to shake. Once she calmed down, the demoness wiped a tear from her eye and took a deep breath.”Oh, that’s just too fuckin’ cute, little man…”Her bemused gaze turned predatory.”But hey; you answered my question, and I’m not so cruel as to leave you sufferin’ like this. How about I get you a drink, huh?”Bennett frowned. True enough, his throat was incredibly dry and his mouth was parched, but he wasn’t about to accept alms from a demon, and especially not a demon that took such delight in his misfortune!”Fuck you,” he spat.Surprisingly, she just grinned.”Is that so? Wait here, then.”Francisca stomped off into the shadowy cellar, taking her candle with her and leaving Bennett alone in the dark once more. He heard the rattling of metal, followed by the sound of a cork being pulled and liquid being sloshed around. The priest shuffled back against the wall as the Oni returned, carrying a tin mug and a wine bottle. She grinned, allowing him to see how her fangs flashed in the candlelight.”Seein’ as you’re insistin’ on keepin’ your pride, I’ll just have to enjoy this vintage by my lonesome,” Francisca sighed, putting out her cigar as she raised the bottle to her lips.Though he tried to look away, Bennett couldn’t help but stare as the demon took a long, deep draught of the wine. He watched it surge down her throat as his own began to feel dryer, prompting him to almost choke. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him with one fiery eye, but kept on drinking. She was drawing it out. Teasing him. Torturing him. Waiting until he conceded defeat and begged for a drink.But he wouldn’t.He couldn’t.He was a priest of the blade, dammit! A warrior! He could last days without water! Why was he faltering now?! What was it about this brutish woman that made him feel so feeble?!

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