Prelude: Piazza di San Pietro
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Manon was one of those rare individuals whose abilities were not only accepted by their religious scholars as tolerable, but actually deemed sacred. At unannounced and often inconvenient times, she would fall into fits of what she referred to as an “Ecstasy.” A spiritual wall would seem to strike her, often knocking her to the ground. As she rose, her eyes would be locked on an entity that no one else could see. Manon claimed it was her angel.
Falling to the ground, Manon struck her head on the stone base of one of the light posts that surrounded the obelisk. Samantha hated that she was partnered with the French girl. Mind you, it made sense. Manon would rarely have an Ecstasy without being placed in a stressful environment; and what was more stressful than following a Hunter on assignment? In addition, Samantha was not only the most efficient agent Italy could offer, and therefore the safest individual to keep watch of the girl, but she also came with the added benefit of a photographic memory. Considering the fact that Manon’s Ecstasies were prone to sounding like the mumbled coos of doves when recorded, it was necessary that they be heard first hand. Still, Samantha hated that she was partnered with the girl. Mainly due to the fact that each time Manon fell into her fits, it hit Samantha’s soul like a flaming sledgehammer.
She could feel a demon trying desperately to yank itself free of her body while Manon began to raise, her eyes on the imaginary angel. Manon could never remember the words she spoke when in this state. It was as if the mere presence of the angel was all that mattered, his message not so much for her as for those around her. There was a far away look in her eyes as the words of the angel began pouring forth from her mouth, nearly too fast to understand. As if the distraction of the saintly hub and the agony of the Ecstasy that was taking place before her were not enough, Samantha was forced to draw her remaining attention away from the target to listen to the words.
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