Incoming story: Red Scar

ENG:

"Don Walter Mezzanotte was not a priest like the others… indeed; one could say that no other priest was like him.

The cassock didn't really match his tough look, more similar to that of a convict than a man of the church, especially with his thick, bristly beard and dark hair that was always messy, not to mention his tall, massive build that would have been more appropriate for, for example, being on the edge of a wrestling ring. At any moment it seemed that his big arms could tear the fabric of the robe that was visibly tight in many places, the same goes for the white collar that gave the impression of being able to fly away with every swelling of his neck. And yet; behind that tough face, with his small eyes apparently locked in a constant frown, there was a man very dedicated to his faith. He knew what other people thought of him and honestly, it wasn't something that mattered to him much, that was his face and he liked it. What really mattered was how he could bring faith into the lives of others and how he could help them.

His work gave him a lot of satisfaction, but even in the house of God, there were problems. In his case, it concerned being called to Fontebianca."

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Suddenly he heard a commotion outside the church.

He looked up at the sky, wondering what the local thieves were trying to do to him now. The thugs had tried to steal his work equipment or his robots several times, and despite the resounding lesson he gave them each time, they persisted in trying again.

“To err is human… but to persevere is truly idiotic!” he thought.

His little eyes widened in amazement as a crowd of people rushed into the church. Men, women and children crossed the threshold of the door and dispersed into the large room still dirty with piles of rubble and with the scaffolding still underfoot. Some knelt on the ground and began to pray in front of the large wooden cross still erected on the tabernacle, while many others began to talk among themselves anxiously.

<< Goodness, what is happening? Has Christ, our Lord, risen? >> he asked confused.

<< What Christ! There are ghosts! >> someone exclaimed.

As the first story to fill the blog, I have chosen my most recent project: Red Scar.

The story will be published both in Italian and English, there will probably be grammatical errors so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I will try to publish some drawings based on the story or the characters from time to time, in particular references to the protagonists, and also to open some pages of curiosity about how this idea originated. Obviously I also invite readers to ask questions about it if they want to have some more details.

So I will end with an incipit of the story. Enjoy the reading:

Don Walter Mezzanotte arrives in the city of Fontebianca with the proposal to save the poor neighborhood of Borgomale. He immediately realizes that it is not an easy task, but the priest is not the type to be discouraged and immediately gets to work. But he soon realizes that, while he tries to help the poor people, the city hides a dark side that could endanger his life and the lives of others. In this fascinating city the threat of getting hurt does not only come from the hands of people with a black heart, but also from someone who has cultivated an intense resentment for years.

Don Walter knows that it could end badly for him, but with the faith of the Lord and a good dose of punches and slaps, he knows he has a better chance of surviving.