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Vincenzo was young and fervent. He had wanted to be, been called to be, was fated to be a priest his entire life. After years of study, philosophy, theology, and other studies, he was ready, he was ordained. At his first Mass, his mother and father looked on with pride and joy as their son celebrated the Holy Sacrifice. Vincenzo had felt blessed as he had placed the Holy Wafers on his parents' tongues.
He had long been practicing his language skills in the company of a famous professor, an old sage who had escaped the land of his birth in search of something he'd always been taught was fictional but knew in his heart was Real. The professor felt much love for Vincenzo and others who were learning what he could pass on to them as they prepared for their mission.
Vincenzo put away his cassock and other priestly garments. He would not be wearing them where he was going; indeed, they would make him a marked man. While he had no fear of martyrdom, his mission was minister to those faithful he could find in the fleshpots of Babylon. He packed his bags and took up his plane ticket for Beautancus...
He had long been practicing his language skills in the company of a famous professor, an old sage who had escaped the land of his birth in search of something he'd always been taught was fictional but knew in his heart was Real. The professor felt much love for Vincenzo and others who were learning what he could pass on to them as they prepared for their mission.
Vincenzo put away his cassock and other priestly garments. He would not be wearing them where he was going; indeed, they would make him a marked man. While he had no fear of martyrdom, his mission was minister to those faithful he could find in the fleshpots of Babylon. He packed his bags and took up his plane ticket for Beautancus...