When Marco finally arrive home he does not go to sleep. In his Balcony there is a book waiting. 7 deadly sins he takes that one to bad with him: “Interesting... lets see how bad am I doing... I bet I got some of the things right in my life." He thinks as he browse the very old copy.
A proud look: "The sin of pride... I definitely have that. I was an arrogant bastard. I still am a little bit arrogant. I'll give you that one J, J 1, Marco 0"
A lying tongue: "common J ... you are not giving me much hope in here. that tongue of mine lies so good it can turn light to darkness and vise verse. J 2, Marco 0 "
That doesn't look very promising for Marco.
Hands that shed innocent blood: "That one I managed not to do! J 2, Marco 1. "
A heart that devises wicked plots: " Damn... I did just that today... didn't I? The world do not need more drugs! J 3: Marco 1... I don’t like my chances here."
Feet that are swift to run into mischief: ..."Oh now that is debatable... I give decency an honest try... I got to get this one. J 3: Marco 2. "
A deceitful witness that uttereth lies: ..."J ... I may be a liar but I am no lawyer. False witnesses... that one I didn’t do! J 3 Marco 3. "
Him that soweth discord among brethren - "Oh... that one I do not understand and I am too drunk to do so now. lets call it a tie for tonight J." Marco closed the book. It was old and dusty and crumbling... kind of like the church. In a world were pagans had magic... the church was late to adopt.
Marco felt that religious books were a better read while drunk... He summarized.. "not pure evil, not yet. Definitely going to hell... no redemption for me... but at least I didn’t kill anyone... I got that and it is nice." He laugh at his cross... after talking to a demonic mentor spirit Marco has no problem talking to thin air, is is no longer a shame. He is a Mage... people assume it is normal that he talk to himself.
He envelops himself in the soft blanket, trying to get the sleep to come... he feels lonely, the bed is empty. He thinks of Yelena..." I have a crush on a killer... both strong and evil, but at nights she cries like a little girl."
He turns over:
"I hope her killing days are over... Her entire life are shaped by her guilt. She may not believe in god, but in her way she believes... she believes she deserve nothing but suffering and pain. Please. J, just give her a fighting chance. Either kill her now, or give her some of her soul back so she can live again. "
Back to his original position, finding a comfortable place to rest is difficult when his head is full of thoughts.
"Let her be a real person... with love and friends and family... Do not keep her this way... like a terrified shadow of a person that roams the world, killing and escaping into sex, into drinking into drugs and I am sure that I missed some possible escape routes... anything but to be in tranquility... anything but being alone in the dark... "
At this point Marco gives up, he feels that he has to make it a prayer, so get out of bed, kneel before his cross and whisper:
" I am begging you... just give her back enough of her soul so she can reclaim the rest... I know you never give up on anyone. This is why I still talk to you J"
"One last thing... Sorry J, I don’t like humanity my motives are totally selfish. Humanity has done nothing for me... As far as I can the entire world can burn... just give her a little hope... a ray of light. This is all I am asking J. "
He sighs " I know I know... I must be going to some extra hot oven once I die for calling you J, I just can’t say your full name... the memories are too painful. Forgive me for this one... you are not a joke to me, but so much evil was done in your name... I dare not even say it myself. "
Sleeps comes quickly to Marco once he let it all out. He sleeps peacefully until morning.