Requiem for the living

Chapter 13: I forgive you, Father, for you have sinned

Friendship turned to be always a ship where its captain is nothing more than a pirate looking for it to sink. The tragic murder of one's soul could never been obtained from the evil act of a stranger, but the one who the victim is close to, someone to whom he would give his life and even soul on the altar of maintaining what is called, disgustingly, love.

And so the victim does.

In our story, the victim was nothing more than the vengeful Leonardo DaVinci, and the reader could never be the judge beating the wood with some little hammer of justice just to bring the big, bad Fra Luca Pacioli in front of the audience that would sent him to the gallows.

Long story short, Leonardo could have never forgive what his best friend did to his lover, and like that, things started to degenerate into a conflict centuries after.

Love is the only fear men are willing to make sacrifices for and not against. Mona Lisa, the muse of Leonardo DaVinci's artistic heart was the everything he couldn't have and the almost he couldn't reach.

What is important to be known is that the conflict shared because of the defying beauty of the woman with the most mysterious smile in history of mankind has raised another problem - the making of two factions that were, ar first, nothing more than two men with growing reputation just like their gealousy and their little secret they never shared - the one that scared the divinity's false protectors for decades and started slaughter out of nowhere - witchcraft.

And like that, the little order that had its ctitor no one else than the later-to-be famous Leonardo DaVinci, and the order of the mathematician Luca Pacioli were what would be called "sub rosa", no secret to be spilled as they grew so much after they had their other heirs as their descendants were more and more after other dusty decades.

And so like that, the knowledge the Jacksons were having about Leonardo DaVinci comes to place as it is easy to realise that she is nothing more than a descendant of the family of Leonardo.

The onomatology¹ seems to be a legit issue to the accuracy of the stories, as the italian name wouldn't seem to be so easily changed into one with such american influence. But even then, Gerard Way knew that the real name of that family was at first Catenacci, only to be gruesomly changed into the most common american last name the senator William Catenacci could have been thinking, as his mother, a woman with black ancestry grew in the land of lust Columbus gave to the mankind, even though he resembled his father perfectly.

The question that still remained is simple - What does the appearantly evil priest Gerard Way has to do with all the nonsense that happens in the Catenacci, now Jackson's, family?

"Father Way, might I draw conclusions too quickly", Brendon Urie said softly, inspecting closest the still mesmerising eyes of the priest whose kindness have been washed by tides of torment just to be brought back, hopefully, as faithful as the sea of truth he spilled. "But my I ask if you are into this conflict not because of your interest, but your duty? Because all I can understand is that your ancestors are the ones that were born in Pacioli's family.

"I made a promise when I was a child, Brendon. Do you think a mindless ofspring of a wealthy family like mine, that inherited the gold and fortune Fra Luca Pacioli had could have been kept otherwise than in the lies his parents told?"

"That is the cult you are in. The one Pacioli founded"

"Pacioli and DaVinci founded it together, just later to become enemies, indeed, Urie. The thing is that DaVinci made a system that is called a cryptex, but you know that already, and people thought that it was a great invention to the mankind. DaVinci was not an egocentrist, he invented lots for humanity, but for that certain moment, he did this crypted box in an attempt to hide and secure the thing that both Luca Pacioli and himself thought to be too powerful for one to handle, but it could be in good hands till one of them died, only to escape hell and when the last of them hit the sack, to do the same. They were afraid of dying because they knew what to expect on the other side."