Setting
Italian Republic (Italian: Repubblica italiana[note 1]), is a unitary parliamentary republic in Southern Europe. To the north, it borders France, Switzerland, Austria, and Slovenia along the Alps. To the south, it consists of the entirety of the Italian Peninsula, Sicily, Sardinia–the two largest islands in the Mediterranean Sea–and many other smaller islands. The independent states of San Marino and the Vatican City are enclaves within Italy, while Campione d'Italia is an Italian exclave in Switzerland. The territory of Italy covers some 301,338 km2 (116,347 sq mi) and is influenced by a temperate seasonal climate. With 60.8 million inhabitants, it is the fifth most populous country in Europe, and the 23rd most populous in the world.
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Italy is a part of 
The Promise Made.
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Sofia del Rossi [1] The high priestess
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In an indisclosed location within Italy
The priestess lurched and doubled over, her entire body tremoring violently as she gasped, almost as though she had been cut off from an air supply. Behind her, the dark emperor watched, his bright yellow eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.
"What is it, Sofia?" he asked, his tone more threatening than concerned.
The priestess was quiet for a moment, her own eyes seeming to scan the barren linoleum floor in search of an answer. She slowly rose to stand as the smoke from a thousand smitten candles spiraled haphazardly around her.
"I... I've lost her," she responded slowly and softly, her voice muffled with disbelief.
"What do you mean you've lost her?!"
"I-I don't understand... she just... vanished. I almost had her, and then-"
The emperor groaned, his fists curled tightly in front of him. He gazed hatefully at the priestess, whose face had paled in defeat. Her eyes remained on the shiny ground as he paced around her and finally stopped to gaze at the empty cradle before her. Sitting upon the silk pillow meant for an infant of royalty was a tiny lock of ebony hair tied with a red silk ribbon. It had once shined brilliantly like the little soul whose body it belonged to, but now it became dull and expressed its age.
"Find that girl, Sofia," he hissed darkly in her ear. "Summon Rafael if you must. We already have Maria- the last living Lombardi is the only link we need to complete the sacrifice."
"I understand, my lord," Sofia responded, her gaze still sullen.
She listened as his footsteps faded into the background before she closed her eyes and lit the candles with the strength of her own psychic mind. She reached down to touch the lock of hair and felt heat immediately traveling through her hand, and then suddenly there was a loud hiss, followed by a small waft of smoke before the hair burst into flame and became ashes. Sofia cried out and recoiled, and behind her came a melodious, silken chuckle, though it was faint and heavy with despair.
"You will not find her, Sofia," said the voice. "And you will not have her. You are foolish to believe that your partnership with the empire will bring successful fulfillment of the prophecy."
"Silence," came the rebuttal of the priestess. "Or I'll sooner have you banished to hell. The child is more naive than you ever were."
A diamond hourglass plated in gold held the translucent form of the legendary woman's soul, who even in spirit resembled Isabella remarkably. The fire in her eyes was ever present though her once caramel colored flesh was nonexistent and pale.
"And once we have the soul of Adacio in our grasp, the hunter boy will be ours for the taking- perhaps sooner, since he seems to share the same tragic attraction to Isabella as Adacio had to you... Maria."
"You forget who guards the precious life of my descendant, ignorant daughter," Maria responded. "The love that the pureblood has for the girl surpasses that of anyone in history. Do not stupidly underestimate the lengths he will go to in order to save her."
"On the contrary," Sofia said with a smirk, though she did not acknowledge the soul trapped in the glass that reflected the dancing candlelight. "We are anticipating it."
The priestess lurched and doubled over, her entire body tremoring violently as she gasped, almost as though she had been cut off from an air supply. Behind her, the dark emperor watched, his bright yellow eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.
"What is it, Sofia?" he asked, his tone more threatening than concerned.
The priestess was quiet for a moment, her own eyes seeming to scan the barren linoleum floor in search of an answer. She slowly rose to stand as the smoke from a thousand smitten candles spiraled haphazardly around her.
"I... I've lost her," she responded slowly and softly, her voice muffled with disbelief.
"What do you mean you've lost her?!"
"I-I don't understand... she just... vanished. I almost had her, and then-"
The emperor groaned, his fists curled tightly in front of him. He gazed hatefully at the priestess, whose face had paled in defeat. Her eyes remained on the shiny ground as he paced around her and finally stopped to gaze at the empty cradle before her. Sitting upon the silk pillow meant for an infant of royalty was a tiny lock of ebony hair tied with a red silk ribbon. It had once shined brilliantly like the little soul whose body it belonged to, but now it became dull and expressed its age.
"Find that girl, Sofia," he hissed darkly in her ear. "Summon Rafael if you must. We already have Maria- the last living Lombardi is the only link we need to complete the sacrifice."
"I understand, my lord," Sofia responded, her gaze still sullen.
She listened as his footsteps faded into the background before she closed her eyes and lit the candles with the strength of her own psychic mind. She reached down to touch the lock of hair and felt heat immediately traveling through her hand, and then suddenly there was a loud hiss, followed by a small waft of smoke before the hair burst into flame and became ashes. Sofia cried out and recoiled, and behind her came a melodious, silken chuckle, though it was faint and heavy with despair.
"You will not find her, Sofia," said the voice. "And you will not have her. You are foolish to believe that your partnership with the empire will bring successful fulfillment of the prophecy."
"Silence," came the rebuttal of the priestess. "Or I'll sooner have you banished to hell. The child is more naive than you ever were."
A diamond hourglass plated in gold held the translucent form of the legendary woman's soul, who even in spirit resembled Isabella remarkably. The fire in her eyes was ever present though her once caramel colored flesh was nonexistent and pale.
"And once we have the soul of Adacio in our grasp, the hunter boy will be ours for the taking- perhaps sooner, since he seems to share the same tragic attraction to Isabella as Adacio had to you... Maria."
"You forget who guards the precious life of my descendant, ignorant daughter," Maria responded. "The love that the pureblood has for the girl surpasses that of anyone in history. Do not stupidly underestimate the lengths he will go to in order to save her."
"On the contrary," Sofia said with a smirk, though she did not acknowledge the soul trapped in the glass that reflected the dancing candlelight. "We are anticipating it."
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