It had been many days since that grand and earth-shattering assassination; it hadn't actually been long, yet everything felt like a lifetime ago.
In the roar of that Celestial Kingdom-like wrath, the terrifying Dean Lawrence met his end, and the sinful fire burned for several days before it slowly extinguished.
Lorenzo still felt somewhat dazed, unable to believe he had really survived. Sometimes he couldn't help but pinch his own face to distinguish reality from illusion, after all, judging by his physical condition at the time, not even God could have saved him, and yet... yet he survived.
He still remembered waking up in the workshop, the massive experimental site for adjusting the Armor of Original Sin. Just as Lorenzo found the ceiling he awoke to odd, a beam of light shone down from above, and a loud voice boomed from the speaker, greeting him with a friendly good morning.
