The Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them.
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The door to the Santa Maria Delle Grazie rang with a mighty knock as the first signs of daylight peeked through the narrow windows. Upon hearing the sound echo through the convent, the church's caretaker, Maria, rushed through the hallways and heaved the door open, revealing the image of a pale, joyless man in a beret and green tunic hunched below a gargantuan backpack.
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"Hello again Leonardo," Maria said to the visitor. He nodded at her as thanks, and began trudging into the grand hallway
At first, the church appeared a beautiful sight, with an elaborate golden tapestry depicting the crucifixion dominating all other fixtures, but, when one examined closer, they could see a great mess gradually pouring in from one of the side corners. And, as Leonardo and Maria walked deeper into the church, the source of this chaos was shown. A grand labour, equal in size to the tapestry that drew visitors in, and yet completely unpolished after three long years. The pile of paint pots, meant to supply every colour Leonardo could need, lay mostly untouched and the fresco itself was barely recognisable as the Last Supper of Christ, with only a few apostles being painted and even those nowhere near completed. Leonardo removed a long wooden ladder from his backpack, set it up, climbed limply, and observed his burden.
"A true labour of love," Maria commented, trying to encourage the artist. "Three long years, and yet still work is being done."
"Leave me alone." Leonardo grunted.
"Very well then, may God be with you." Maria then ran off to resume her housekeeping.
Leonardo looked up at the all-consuming project and cursed its name. He was the greatest artist in Milan, renowned for his mastery of the human form, and yet he had been utterly defeated by this project. He knew everything about the human body, and yet there was something strange, something intangible, that he had completely failed to capture. He unfurled the scroll depicting the plan, compared it to his current progress, and racked his brain to find any location that could be used as a starting point. Several days this was as far as he got, most he placed a single brushstroke and then mulled over the painting until nightfall, and on some blissful days he managed to actually make a tangible difference, but those days were now so distant as to be indistinguishable from one another.
And yet, how Leonardo longed for one of those days, a time like that of his childhood, when every discovery was life-changing and every day a chance for adventure. Leo thought of those blissful memories, then to the pile of empty pots strewn about, and decided today was the day to battle his bane; the centrepiece of his fresco, the most well-known face in history. The face of Jesus Christ.
