Confessing Sins

Walking towards the less crowded locations of, a slender man with his scarf covering his head, probably to keep himself protected from the sun, made its way towards a large cathedral. He sat at the far back, removing the scarf from his head. It revealed the face of a very handsome young man, someone probably many people would recognize. Because of this, he kept his head low until mass finished.

After everyone left, he walked towards one of the corners, entering a confessional. A few minutes later, a priest entered the other side. The man made a cross sign with his hand, while he held his cross pendant with his other. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned."

The father made a cross with his hands as well.

"It's been less than a month since my last confession."

"Bless you, my child. Now tell me, what sins have you made since your last confession?", asked the priest.

"Far too many, Father. For one, I've yelled at my employees. I've looked at women in lustful ways...Is there any hope of salvation for me, Father?"

"Of course my child, as long as you repent, the Lord's mercy may shine upon you."

"So tell me...Father. Will the lord's mercy shine upon you, or will his punishment drag you down to the depths of hell!?"

The priest gulped, surprised in the unexpected response. "Uh, I-I assure you, my child. I am a sinner as well, as is everyone. But my connection with the lord is deep. I have faith on His love....Uh now, Umm are those all the sins you've come to confess?"

"Oh, no father. I must confess, I've murdered. I've murdered so much. I've bathed this hands in so much blood recently, I can still feel the warmth of it on my skin..."

"UH! Umm, you're forgiven! Y-You may go now!" exclaimed the priest, absolutely terrified at the young man's sinister tone.

"But no father, I need to confess for the things I'm about to do. Like how I'll kill every single one of you phony priests on this church...You false pieces of trash." The priest was too afraid to even attempt to get out of the confessional. "You...You use this church as a base of contact and transaction for an Underworld Organization, am I right?"

"N-N-N-NO! That's absurd. This is Holy ground. We'd never-"

"Oh! Yes! The Wung Family. They have these phony churches spread all around the globe...Just stay calm, priest. I know already, don't even attempt to lie to me."

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about! Screw this...HELP! SOME-"

The priest's cry for help was cut short, as the mysterious man's hand pierced him right through, grabbing the priest's heart on his hand. The man pulled out his hand, and with a towel, he cleaned the blood covering it. He got out of the confessional, to see a large group of armed men approaching him.

"Who are you!?!", exclaimed one of them.

"Oh I'm the cleaning service." Blood and guts were splattered all over the cathedral.

Donatelli Sinclair once again covered his head with his scarf, as he made his way out the massacre and into a restaurant. All that killing had worked him an appetite.