Regrettably, Primo had lived a bland life. He spent his teenage and young adult years studying to become the best Papa he could be, spent his entire childhood watching over his little brothers like they were his own. His life was, by all means, successful. Still, he wanted more.

Had he ever been happy? Yes, of course. Happiness and satisfaction, however, were two very different things, and he was anything but satisfied. He wished he'd done more.

Oh, but he'd really done it now.

At his old age, he'd finally stepped out of the box he'd shoved himself in with the help of his father. Stepped straight out and planted his feet in a sin that not even his father had committed. He knew he was going to Hell, but now he was taking someone else with him.

His hand was still tangled in your hair, your head pressed against his warm chest, still slick with sweat from what you two had done together. The thought would've been amusing if you didn't seem so solemn. Here he was, in one of the finest rooms of the Catholic church just down the road from the Satanic ministry, in bed with a preacher.