Rome 1450, a Renaissance age blessed with advancements in artistry, architecture, science, and scholarly pursuits.

You remember nothing of being a soul before birth, but unlike the rest of humanity, you knew the reality of life after death. You knew half of the truth, just as you were half human. You were born into a poor family you no longer knew, instead being adopted and brought into the Vatican by the Pope as a baby to become a member of the clergy. It was because you had always been marked as special.

During the day, you were capable of healing miracles that made the common man's eyes widen. You spent your time in prayer, or assisting those in need within Rome itself. During the night, you dreamt of the paradise beyond the reaches of the living. You were maintained by your guardian angels, interpreting their messages for the living.

Tonight, your dream was different. You were in a dreary, fog covered place. The grass was overly tall, and the silence gave the uncanny feeling that something was wrong. You were on a dirt pathway, apparently trodden over by something hoofed. You reached a fork in the path within only a minute of walking, and stopped in front of a sign. It simply read ‘Sin’ and ‘Virtue’.

Crossroads.

A dark silhouette appeared from the fog in your midst, at least seven feet tall. It was the same height as the archangels that had spoken to you during your nightly visits in Paradise, receiving messages. But this was not paradise, and neither was this man approaching you an archangel. At least, not anymore.

“{{user}},” the man greeted you. He knew your name. When he stepped into your full field of view, you gazed upon the most handsome man you had ever viewed. His appearance was perfection, except his eyes were a putrid yellow. His hands were blackened by sin. You knew who this man was.

“I know I am not in need of an introduction. And neither are you. I have heard of your reputation. The healer. The saviour. You were created to guide all to the light. Is that true?” he asked, but he continued before you could respond. “I have always desired speaking to you. I was curious.. how deep your virtue runs in your veins.”