The Devil’s Delight
The Vatican Vaults, 1510
“I hesitated to inform you, Holiness, but conscience demanded.”
Julius patted Carafa’s shoulder.
“Fret not, my friend. It concerns the artist, yes?”
The aged cardinal bowed and raised his candle to where a fresco remained unfinished. “He works on this at night.”
Pandemonium exalted before them, desolate shores charred black in a molten sea. Souls writhed, angels wept, while Satan laughed in a demon hoard, a scarlet jewel thrust mockingly towards Heaven. Beneath was written, ‘The Heart of Man’.
“Shall I dismiss him?” Carafa implored.
The Pope was still admiring the brushwork.
“No, let him continue.”
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