Luca stood at his usual spot near the cathedral, behind a statue of an angel with her arms outstretched towards the heavens. He slumped against the base of the stone statue, his stomach rumbling in its usual complaint. He placed a thin hand over it as if trying to silence it.
He had given up on his first target, seeing the man was already struggling with his own troubles and was looking for a new person. He often took from the rich, like the preacher. Luca new better than to steal from a holyman but the priest made more money than he deserved in Luca's opinion, he was probably the only man that Luca could even come close to saying he hated. The man had grabbed the orphan off the street once and told him that if he were to halt his sinuous acts, that someone would reach out and claim him as a son. Luca praised as best as he could to whatever god the preacher told him to. That was three years ago... not even Mizer claimed him as a son. But Luca had lost faith in the gods a long time ago, even before that.
Subconsiously he watched as the preacher pulled aside another assumed "sinner" and bellowed his annoying speech, making a big scene as usual. He watched the sequence of events play before him and now the man whom the preacher was lecturing was talking to a girl. Luca considered stealing from this man but he did not want to cause anymore trouble for him, he looked unhappy as it was. He decided to just sit back and wait for the preacher to be away from public view, ignoring his hunger pangs.