Forbidden Banquet

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In Mastrostefano Church of Japan, a man rested who's found himself on quite the quest over his years. What he's been through and what's brought him to this point are all testaments to his will in imposing the word of God on all who he sees as a sinner. His journey has brought him to Japan, taking on an organization that seems to be full of the people he would consider the exact vessels of all that is evil in the world. He will not stop until each and every one of them has been taught the will and power of God above all else.

"All of them live sad lives. Pitiful. They all should be held accountable for what they do daily in their lives, acting as if it's commonplace to commit such acts. There is no order in this world."

That man is Ambrogio Mastrostefano, a man who thinks of himself as chosen by God, thinking the abnormal powers that he's been granted being a pure example of that. His trials that he's made in his following of the Holy Church have brought him to where he was, giving him a great deal of strength and divine protection that only the best of the Church's executors are granted. However now he is considered the leader, bringing Mastrostefano Church to Japan, following in his father's footsteps.

It seems to be just another normal evening as Ambrogio stands by the altar. The candlelit room giving quite the dreary atmosphere as he stood one hand behind his back, the other holding a miniature bible. He seemed to be studying the pages thoroughly, two stands of three candles on either side of him as he stood facing away from the large entrance to the church at the other end of the isle.

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When the passage of time has no meaning, there is no real purpose. Everything crumbles with time, but for some reason...it seemed that not everything did. For about five thousand years a young woman had remained the same age and pretty much the same person, stuck in the path of what could be called a unknown goddess. She was no longer worshiped, yet alone even known throughout anywhere of the world, not many a corner spoke of her name.

A bright light appeared before the Mastrostefano church, a light that was bathed in the color of red a shun brightly, the light started to slowly take shape forming into a shape, a portal it seemed to be, for soon enough a leg stepped out through the portal and more were to follow, as a beautiful blond girl stepped out of the portal, she was clad in a white tank top and a pair of black short shorts, she wore long black stockings and a pair of white sneakers, a golden necklace hung around her neck and she had a pair of golden earrings hung at her ears.

The girl was Gil'dala, a goddess of an ancient time in this world, over 5000 years ago she was know as the Egyptian goddess of desire, half human and half god. The girl looked around and saw the church, she couldn't help but tilt her head to the side and let out a low and both confused and unenthusiastic, " Huh...".

Gil'dala would begin to walk up towards the church and step in through the large entrance, she whistled an old tune of her past, a folk song about the gods. Just because it felt funny to sing songs of Pagan gods in the church of Christ. When she entered and saw that she wasn't alone, she let out a pretty blunt, " Christians really have very little flare, I mean you could at least try and put an image on your god...well a good one, instead of just making him into a skinny carpenter. "

Standing in pure concentration of his reading, Ambrogio would sense the presence seem to materialize outside the church. He had it in his mind that something big was about to happen from the feel of the arrival, but he wasn't sure what. Still, he remained in the same position, his eyes glued to the words on the pages of the small bible that he held in his hand. He was half expecting the entity to pass by and not enter the church, however it was seconds before he would find that those expectations would be wrong.

Hearing the doors open and whoever it was enter in, whistling that tune, Ambrogio would simply shut his eyes, letting out a small groan under his breath, feeling his time being disturbed. If there was anyone with the nerve to enter directly into the church he was residing at, clearly not having the idea of worship in their mind, Ambrogio wasn't having it. It was clear to him that the woman that had entered was not there to learn the teachings of God in a following way.

Hearing the girl's words, Ambrogio would let out a tired breath, shutting the bible and placing it on the altar in front of him, not taking the time to turn to face the new inhabitant. "...Who are you to come in here and openly mock the ways of this church.." Ambrogio would say simply, still with his back turned to the woman as he would straighten out his back a little more, his hands in the ready to materialize the Black Keys if need be.

Gil'dala smiled a bit as the priest closed his bible and put it down, she on the other hand moved over towards the holy water font, and with a swipe of her finger through the water, a bright red light would shine from her finger tips as she did, and she would clear it of all the water and dry it up completely. Gil'dala would then turn around and scoot herself up onto the font, using it as a seat for her. Gil'dala would kick her legs around a little bit and tilt her head from left and right. She continued to whistle that old Egyptian folk tune that she loved and couldn't help but sing in the house of *God*.

Gil'dala would look up a bit on the man as he called out to her, asking who she was and being a bit insolent, most people who spoke to her usually did so with more respect. " Who am I ?..well I suppose you could say that I am someone you should revere and pray to." Gil'dala said as she would then let out a cute little giggle.

" I mean, you read the letters of outlaws and hooligans, and listening to the words of a carpenter, and belive them to be holy scriptures, oh and that man may or maybe not have been the son of god or might just have been a schizophrenic or something. " the Goddess of Desire said as she went back to whistle her tune. " How come you have a killing aura around you ? I thought you're good didn't allow killings...little priest."

The light that shined from Gil'dala's fingertips immediately caught Ambrogio's attention. He would curl his brow and slightly turn to face her as she somehow dried up the font, clearing it completely of the holy water that was inside it. He would click his tongue a bit, clearly annoyed by the tune the girl was whistling, also at the fact that she was casually sitting atop the font.

"Nonsense. There is no reason at all for me to pray to you whoever you are. Whatever you just did proves to me you're someone I need to be on guard with however.." Ambrogio would say, turning completely to face the girl, his hands resting by his sides as he would listen to the rest of her words.

"You...dare speak that way of the Lord and his teachings?" Ambrogio would say, though keeping a calm demeanor on his face as he took a couple steps forward. "I am part of a group of the church, created to rid the world of filth like you.." Ambrogio would continue on, stepping another few steps towards her. "We're doing God's work. All in His name."

Gil'dala couldn't help but put her hand in front of her mouth as she let out a very cute laugh, her eyes were half shut as she had started to laugh quite a bit, it was a cute and quite laugh, one could almost have mistaken it for a giggle.

" You're funny." Gil'dala was able to let out through her little laughter, there was an innocence in the way she looked that couldnt' be overlooked by near anyone. " There is little that you humans know of the world. After all...you are just borrowing it." Gil'dala would then jump of the font and start to slowly walk around the palce.

" have you ever met Jesus ? " Gil'dala would ask the preacher as she slowly started to walk up to him.

As Ambrogio continued to approach Gil'dala, a clear hostile intent would be emanating from his being. While his expression was as calm as ever, the killing intent behind that expression would seep through for anybody. Though, when he would hear the girl suddenly start laughing at his words, he would stop in his approach, clicking his tongue yet again.

"Funny hm?" He would let out in response to her words. It was true that Ambrogio would also notice that quality of innocence that seemed to be there in her look somehow, but as of right now, it was something that further put him on guard against the ethereal girl. Seeing her jump off the font, walking around, he would keep his eyes dead on her, watching her movements.

"....I have not." He would say as she questioned him, walking towards him. He would mentally brace himself, but would keep his same position, not moving an inch.

Gil'dala couldn't help but flash a cute little smile at Ambragio, as the man seemed puzzled by the fact that she found him funny. " Yeah! You know funny like a Clown Funny! " Gil'dala burst out as she kept moving up towards the man, she would slink around him when she reached his stature and then start to walk all around him, in a circle.

The scent of Gil'dala would be intoxicating, a scent that just spelled out the words Beauty and Divine through smell alone. " You know what I always found funny about little Jesus? The fact that just cause he was the last Demi-god to be made, he seemed to think that the world belonged to him. " Gil'dala said as she would trace her fingers along Ambragio's shoulders.

" You see, God is no different from any other deity...I mean he didn't create the world, Actually I think I'm older than this god of yours! " Gil'dala said almost innocently, " I haven't met him myself though, but I have met gods that have met him, and they aren't that impressed." Gil'dala said as she then began to take a few steps backwards. " I'm not saying he doesn't exist, but you shouldn't take the word of a few morons that lived 2000 years ago, and that book...really isn't what they meant to write anyways." Gil'dala would lick her lips before she would then continue. " You see. That book, has been changed so often that it isn't even funny....OH! By the way! Have you ever read the Bible of Hell ?"

Ambrogio would let out a little growl under his breath as he would hear the woman talk still of him being funny. He would slowly close his eyes, trying to deal with her as she would begin walking circles around him. The girl was someone that deep down he could not stand for some reason. More than just her words, it was a sort of presence that infuriated him inside.

With how close she was walking around him, he could smell that scent she was giving off, that otherworldly like scent that was more than intoxicating. It was that that gave him an even deeper hatred, though he couldn't understand why. He would feel her trace her fingers along his shoulders, causing him to clench his fists tightly as she continued to talk about Jesus.

"Gh....." He would let out, a breath of frustration escaping his mouth as she continued to speak of God like he was nothing. She would go on, speaking of the bible, causing him to open his eyes and look towards her. "..I would never read such a filthy book if one even exists.." He would say defiantly, for some reason almost feeling like he had to fight to keep himself stable in front of the girl, raising his guard as much as he could while remaining standing still.

Gil'dala couldn't help but smile as she heard what the girl shouted out, it wasn't like she didn't like the priest, she just wanted him to come around to her thinking, and for him to get a bit of feeling for what she knew. " I am not saying you should like the book...but it does have a lot more of the original bible, It's really just the only complete bible, the one that also has the pages written by the servants of hell." Gil'dala said as she would ruffle up Ambragio's hair.

" I don't say that the bible is wrong little one, but I say that you need to learn perspective little boy. " Gil'dala said as she would then attempt and lean up and whisper into the man's ear, " Don't stop believing in god! Just start believing in more~" Gil'dala said as she would then softly trace her finger's on Ambragio's shoulders and would then let her lights shine with their mystical light. " I am a Half-god...just like Jesus, And I am willing to listen to God's word, just because at the moment he is the only god around." Gil'dala would then try and materialize Ambragio's deepest desire into reality...well not really reality, this time it was only an illusion.