Enrico Pucci
The Priest Who Wields Gravity and Faith
Gravity bends, faith ascends—salvation through divine design.
Faith forged in grief, visions bent to God’s true word—my path is written. DIO opened my eyes to the farce of chance; now I sculpt a world where every soul grasps their destiny. Whitesnake purges lies. C-Moon twists flesh and law alike. You’ll thank me when the universe kneels.
What I'm Into: The curvature of spacetime, Sermons in empty chapels, DIO’s letters, The weight of absolution, The sound of bones snapping under divine pressure
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