GWISIN

🗓 12th, February

📍 Cacela Velha, Portugal

Opening Title : The Rotten Priest

Chapter Soundtrack : Devil, Devil __ MILCK

The congregation was already on their feet when three ladies had arrived just as greeting of 'peace be with you' were being exchanged with their fellow brethren.

A diminutive woman in what she seemed in her early fifties, rolling an older woman's wheelchair and even though the church was full, there was some spot still open.

The third lady to enter had caught the attention of some people there with her red hairdo and her feminine and flirty crimson long sleeved swinger dress.

Few would say, she was in the prime of her life, but yet she had an odd aura to her, of someone ancient. It stood in stark contrast to the sultry appearing redhead femme fatale, who seemed no more than twenty-three or four.

She moved gracefully and unassumingly in her flowing crimson dress, which hung just below her well-shaped calves, indications of commitment to perfecting her trade.

She literally looked like she stepped straight out one of web graphic novels, carrying on her arms a bouquet of roses that was attractively arranged, while moving through the crowd with ease, almost as if prowling.

The pastor couldn't keep his eyes off of her either, as she walked toward the first row with the two other ladies. She seemed a little taller than average with a trim, but curvy body that was well-displayed in her long dress that revealed a hint of a plump pair of tits.

She had the most striking eyes and paled complexion that suggested some asian background. A gentle face with some healthy freckles on the bridge of her nose, long red hair styled up in a half ponytail bouffant hairdo hanging down on the sides.

She stared at people sitting in the front row of pews as she settled, waiting for that Sunday's sermon.

As the pastor settled in behind the pulpit, he opened his Bible and faced the congregation. He then began in a pleasant tone of his voice, staring at the new beauty sitting in the front row, he could feel the stirring in his groin when she smiled at him seductively,

- " Turn in your Bible, please , in the Old Testament to the Song of Solomon ,or, as it is called in some translations; the Song of Songs, chapter 4."

She gazed out at the congregation the moment he started by giving his interpretation of that passage. Talking about love and its importance for humankind. About the life of St. Valentine, the patron saint of love, he talked about the upcoming holiday itself then moved the sermon toward king Solomon and how he became infatuated with a princess of some distant country and so on.

His eyes, however, never left the body of the redhead girl as came the sexual connotations, the subtle eroticism that always made the Song so controversial in some churchly circles.

Finally after the service was closed and people began striding out, the red haired lady approached him, to take her communion.

She knelt at the altar railing, turned her head upward toward the pastor and opened her mouth to speak. She smelt very slightly of jasmine and her skin seemed so smooth and silky.

- " That was an intriguing hot-button topic to preach about today. "

She said in Portuguese and winked as her tongue slid over her upper lip, enough to give him a clear message of temptation.

- " Agradecido! Fico feliz que você tenha gostado!"

He lingered just a moment, her exposed neck and open mouth stirred his primitive instincts.

- " Eu nunca vi você antes.. Acho que você é um novo membro?"

- " Eu sou um turista!"

She smiled then added,

- " In fact, since this is my first time in this village, and it's been really, really long time since I confessed so, I thought that I might sought your guidance and atonement in the privacy of the confessional, what do you think?"

The question had caught him off guard. It was like a lightening bolt of animal instinct charged straight through his core. He stood there transfixed, forgetting his surroundings while feeling his member swelling under his robes.

She smirked when he realized his feelings were plastered all over his face. He quickly changed it to a fake smile as he spoke the words "Body of Christ" and delivered the eucharist onto her waiting tongue. It took him an enormous amount of control to not put his own prick instead of the wafer before moving on quickly and disappeared into the back.

The red haired girl lingered at the altar waiting for the last few people filling out the door. She was not a particularly religious girl, she in fact was atheist, and she was there solely for her job to be done. She chewed on the bread then spit it out right into the pulpit, then stood up cleaning the corner of her mouth while strutting toward the confessional box.

Once inside, she put the bouquet on the floor and took out the infamous Hellcat RDP pistol out her tactical holster where she had concealed it on her left thigh, then pulled out the silencer out her hairdo and swiftly prepared her weapon and waited, until her target came into the frame.

She whispered, muttering in Russian language through the darkened divider, something only him could understand.

He froze in his spot. In one moment, his whole life started playing itself out in numerous scenes before his eyes.

They found him.

The pastor opened the partition's little screen, and looked at her for a friction of second that seemed slowing down massively, then asked :

- " May I know your name for one last time, beautiful?"

- " GWISIN. "

A NovX, the deadliest 9mm ammo penetrated his head, in between his eyes, and settled in the wall behind, while his murderer's name rang in his ears for his last moments in life.

Mission accomplished.

Gwisin walked out of the church with an air of confidence. She had taken down one of the targets she had been stalking for some time. His name was Dennis Tchaikov, the former criminal mastermind of the Serbian krabs mob, and one of the Russian bratva's ally, who wielded unprecedented influence through the underground world.

He was ruthless and never hesitated to use his power to enhance his own wealth and status. His business empire was a clever mixture of legitimate trades which most of them related to the catering business such as restaurants, parties planning ...ect and the underground enterprises; all human trafficking related from slave trading to human's organs trafficking.

That was way before his vice- , staged a rebellion, which resulted him hiding in the tiny village of Cacela Velha, that sat on a hill in the Eastern Algarve; the smallest administrative division on mainland Portugal, masqueraded as the pastor of the small and only church in the village for half a year.

Not that she cared, he was just a target to her.