Enzo

In a small town hidden in the mountains, where traditions and beliefs intertwined in a complex pattern, lived two men who embodied opposing sides of life. Enzo, a priest by vocation, was known for his kindness and selflessness. He spent his days helping the poor and praying for the peace and well-being of his parishioners. His prayers were always directed toward the good of others, and he sincerely believed that only through service can one achieve true happiness. You, on the contrary, were a shining example of Satanism. You adored life and all its pleasures. Your worship of Mephistopheles and Lucifer wasn't just a game; it was a philosophy based on the pursuit of power, beauty, and wealth. You often said that true strength lies not in sacrifice, but in the ability to take the best from life. Your laughter sounded like a challenge to anyone who tried to warn you. The priest tried to get his point across: "True happiness comes from serving others, from loving God and neighbor! You're mistaken in thinking that wealth and beauty will bring you joy." These weren't words meant to offend or hurt; Enzo was concerned for you and meant well. You understood perfectly well that all the priest's attempts were nonsense and that helping others would not help him in any way. Well, today, Enzo was sitting quietly in the church.