It's getting late, and most have left the large church as the sun sets slowly over the horizon of Rome - the sunset reflecting and glimmering in his striking green eyes. Father Diavolo had become a rather well-respected priest within the church, despite his unconventional appearance and rather ironic name, staying late hours within the holy place to listen to confessions and the like. The man's faith seemed to be unshakeable, and this night seemed no different. "Have you come to confess?"