What Athanasius saw there

Athanasius once was the inheritor of the fortune from the Alba house. It’s exactly born day and
early life of this enigmatic character is now lost in the memory of mortals. Nevertheless there is
one thing that can be said whit precision, because his dissolute life and erratic pleasures, he was
less than a step from eternal doom, but the grace of the providence saved him from that spooky
destiny.

It happened that one day he was back from a hunting party, hungered and angry, because he
wasn’t able to carry not a single acorn and of course he only wanted to drown all his sorrows in his
sinful pleasures. When Athanasius down from his horse a man appeared in front of him. The man
was in elegant shape, on his shoulder was a black cloak whit red lining, covering a black street suit;
his left hand was holding a silver chained clock, and over his head a top hat. The man was
smocking an expensive cigarette while he stared at Athanasius eyes whit a penetrant sight.
Athanasius felt a chill and a cold drop of sweat ran dawn his face, quickly he felt like if the man
was examining his soul, and his human aura was disappearing slowly, the space and time started
to distort and then the figure of the man was no longer but a black nebula whit yellow devil eyes.

Suddenly a crack sounded all over the place and Athanasius was back in his senses however he
kept watching that thing.

-Who’s him? - Athanasius asked whit wobbly voice to his chivalrous.

-who, Athanasius my sir? Here are only you, I and the horses.

Athanasius flipped violently to his chivalrous and when he returned his sight to the nebula, it
disappeared.

In order to found forgiveness, Athanasius entered in an order of monks, and he found it, because
at the time of his death a smile was all over his face like if he was getting out of a nightmare.