darker_london | Dammit! (Dragonetti) (Reply)

When Dragonetti awoke on the cold, stone floor of the work room, he did so with both a headache, and a deep feeling of utter failure. He had had the heavenly being, Deirdre Gallagher, in his grasp. She had been right in front of him, and she'd gotten away. And while he believed she would not hace succeeded, were they at a better manned facility or had they been better equipped for her, Dragonetti had assumed that Caoilfhionn had Deirdre under control. It had been a stupid assumption. He had been stupid to trust her. He knew that now. There wasn't anyone else to blame. And for the first time, Dragonetti was glad that Holden wasn't around as his punishment for this fuck up would have been indeed severe. And Dragonetti had thought a week spent fasting was rough...

Dragonetti didn't understand why God would let something like this happen. It was as if God were testing them. But why wouldn't He want His church to take it's rightful place? Why would He want to delay the process?! The sinners needed the church. The world was corrupt and it was up to the Templar to save the world from itself by bringing it back to God.

And for the first time in his life, Dragonetti started to wonder if God even cared. Peter Kemp had won again, clearly. Dragonetti knew that this had Peter's fingerprints all over it now that he was looking at it in hindsight. The Antichrist had one more victory under his belt and the Templar were left with nothing. The very fundament of his faith was being shaken and Dragonetti didn't know if the structure would outlast the reign of Peter fucking Kemp.