The Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith
Angelo Bruno Franchetti was born in 1968 in the village of Lajatico in Tuscany, Italy at the “Villa Della Solari“, his family’s ancestral vineyard. He spent his youth surrounded by thousands of hectares of wine grapes – mostly Sangiovese varietals that have consistently won awards for centuries.
The Franchetti clan grew immensely wealthy selling and distributing wine throughout Europe and North and South America. Tuscany residents referred to the elder Franchetti as “Don” and the Franchetti children wanted for nothing. Angelo Bruno Franchetti had a brother, Alberto. They both spent their early years working their family’s Tuscany vineyards and were later shipped off to Milan, where they attended the Istituto Leone XIII. Founded by the Society of Jesus – or Jesuits – the Istituto Leone XIII is – even today – the most exclusive school for educating the children of Italy’s elite, including prominent business families (like the Agnelli’s), nobles and politicians.
Sadly, Alberto Franchetti died at age fifteen from tuberculosis. Angelo Bruno Franchetti grieved for a few years back home in Tuscany and then enrolled in the most exclusive Catholic College for future diplomats and high-ranking church officials – the Pontifical Ecclesiastical Academy or Pontificia Accademia Ecclesiastica – in Rome.
The Pontifical Ecclesiastical Academy in Rome is often referred to as the “West Point of the Roman Catholic Church“. It is highly selective – and admission usually requires references from successful businessmen, influential politicians or wealthy international oligarchs. Most students who are admitted carry to their initial interview a letter of introduction from His Eminence, the Pope himself. Most priests that staff the Vatican’s Diplomatic Corps are graduates of the Pontifical Ecclesiastical Academy in Rome, as are the majority of Italians in the Vatican College of Cardinals. These privileged few elect Popes and impact History.
Angelo Bruno Franchetti was perfect for the Priesthood. Independently wealthy, impeccably educated at Italian “Ivy League” schools, connected to the very strata of Italian High Society that open doors to a young man’s future – the Roman Catholic world was his oyster. He rose through the ranks quickly – too quickly, some quietly observed – and secured himself the Red Robes of a Cardinal at the (unheard of) age of forty-five.
Angelo Bruno Franchetti, Cardinale was a Prince of the Church. And what role did His Holiness, the Pope, assign to him to perform? He was appointed Director of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith (DDF), the Vatican’s central doctrinal watchdog. This office was founded in 1542 and was responsible for issuing declarations of morality, dignity, pastoral blessings and pronouncements on bioethics. Currently, it promulgates “Doctrines of Policies” – or Canon Laws – and handles the Trials of serious Canonical Crimes.
Looking beyond his Resume, however, the real man that wore the Red Cardinale’s Robes and strutted around as a modern-day Prince was – shall we say – a bit more complex.
Cardinal Franchetti was Gay. He was a libertine, a spendthrift, a gambler and a raging, flaming homosexual. And he didn’t care who knew it. The “Rules” and Doctrines his Decastery promulgated were for everyone else – Roman Catholics who attended Roman Catholic Mass, confessed their sins and abided by the teachings of Jesus and the Saints were of no concern to him. He was strictly a “Rules for thee – not for me“ kind of Church Father.
One of the worst kept secrets in Rome was his frequent appearances on the Via di San Giovanni, across from the Colosseum – Rome’s “Gay Street” – and his private table at “The Rainbow Cellar”, a notorious hangout for Gay hookups and cruising. There he flashed cash, cavorted with a posse of gay artists and influencers and danced ’till the wee hours.
The Church Curia and Vatican staff was appalled. His fellow Cardinals refused to talk about it. The Vatican Public Affairs Office at times had to resort of outright bribery of tabloid Paparazzi photographers and scandal-sheet writers to stanch media coverage about Cardinale Angelo Bruno Franchetti. On this topic, the Pope was silent. Vatican Swiss Guard operatives were assigned to surreptitiously monitor his antics and wrote endless confidential reports in the hopes that they could “damage-control” the potentially embarrassing consequences of Franchetti’s uninhibited and morally questionable lifestyle.
Eventually, the Italian News Media began to tug hard on one noticeable thread of Cardinal Franchetti’s life that was beginning to unravel. His elegant Palazzo in the most exclusive and affluent neighborhood of “Roma Bene”, the Centro Storico District in Rome, was being repossessed by creditors. This is where the most financially impressive residences and penthouses in Rome regularly exceeded 15,000 Euros per square meter to rent. Franchetti’s Palazzo – on the Via Della Camilluccia – was one of a handful of uber-prestigious enclaves in the gated community. His first and second mortgages were in arrears for over two years.
Reporters of Italy’s most influential and widely read newspaper, the Corriere della Sera, dug deeper. They revealed that Cardinal Angelo Bruno Franchetti’s ancestral vineyards and Villa in Tuscany were also mortgaged to the hilt and deeply in the red. Receivership was imminent. Even its highly anticipated thousand-hectare crop of precious Sangiovese grapes that hadn’t even been harvested yet were borrowed against. Creditors were coming out of the woodwork filing liens. Every bit of property Franchetti owned was underwater – drained of equity and delinquent in loan repayments.
Rumors the Corriere della Sera did not, however, print involved lurid tales of the Cardinal’s licentious lifestyle and cocaine habit. The Vatican Swiss Guard surveillance teams, however, had this matter in their crosshairs and were writing scathing reports to their higher-ups. The Franchetti problem was rapidly coming to a head. But the Cardinale surmised his hourglass was running out – so he leveraged his office. His plan was to bring the Roman Catholic Church to its knees. He detonated the equivalent of a nuclear bomb under the Throne of Saint Peter.
Cardinale Angelo Bruno Franchetti signed a certain Scroll – in his own blood and sealed with his own bloody thumbprint – in the presence of a Vampyre Scribe named “Aldus”. The scroll referenced other signatories – Rebbe Zvi-Mordechai Schnoorbrun of Brooklyn, NY and Chief Archon of the Vampyres, Pistorius – and authorized the harvesting of Catholic children for Adrenochrome and blood. Great sums of money were involved. The reason Cardinale Franchetti’s official signature was on the Scroll was a matter of settled Roman Catholic Ecclesiastical Canon law: Franchetti was a duly ordained Cardinal, a “Prince” of the Church. This meant that his signature was Law. The Roman Catholic Church – and the Pope – was bound by his signature.
Not only was Cardinale Franchetti a cocaine-using, libertine and a homosexual who was financially broke, he was conspiring with Vampyres – and ultimately Lucifer – to undermine and destroy the Church of Rome. He was conniving to hand over – with the Vatican’s blessing that his signature represented – thousands of Catholic school children to be tortured and murdered. And even one cross-referenced Scroll memorializing the deal was sufficient to terminally humiliate and dissemble the church forever.
And it was all about money, ancient grudges and Luciferian control.
And this was why Per L’Enfant is dressed to the nines in a black Brioni tuxedo and open collar shirt, exuding a drunken, over-the-top gay affectation at 1:00AM at The Rainbow Cellar on the Via di San Giovanni in Rome. He is at the infamous Gay bar on “Gay Street” to accidently “bump into” Cardinale Angelo Franchetti and, quite literally, “charm his pants off”.
As a cop in Montreal he went undercover as a Gay cabaret singer to break into a Cocaine Trafficking ring on the East End of the City. There he perfected the moves to make every man in the bar strain his neck in lustful desire. L’Enfant is here for the third time this week, weaving his way through the gallery of hungry Gay men – subliminally broadcasting: “I’m fresh meat! Come and get me!”.
He’s been waiting for Franchetti – and tonight he feels lucky. The homeless bums outside drinking wine out of paper bags against the building are Hyne and Dirk Fremd. They’ve dressed down for the occasion, donning old, soiled coveralls. Through his earpiece, L’Enfant is told that a black Mercedes with Vatican plates has just turned into the rear loading area of the bar.
Well, Well. Looks like Cardinale’ Angelo Bruno Franchetti has arrived.
Per L’Enfant bellies up to the bar and orders a ginger ale in as performative a fashion as he can. He’ll nurse it and flash it around like it’s scotch. A dark, gangly man in a hoodie suddenly appears and stands near the men’s room doorway keeping his face in the shadows. Typical Vampyre move.
L’Enfant starts yelling at the barkeep in broken English-French Patois – “Excusez-moi, Monsieur! Another one of these, s’il vous plait!!” He belts out his words like a drunken lout. He wants to be noticed.
And, as if on cue, Cardinal Angelo Franchetti walks in and heads to his favorite table – in the front corner. He’s dressed in civilian clothes – neat, tailored and subdued. Nothing garish. A waiter who obviously knows he’s an “important” regular brings him a drink – some kind of vodka cocktail. The Cardinal shoots L’Enfant an admiring glance. L’Enfant fetchingly peers in his direction and returns his interest, sitting back down on his barstool, playing hard to get. How Strange! He ponders….for a man who fancies himself to be quite the Lothario, Cardinale’ Franchetti is as homely and well-used as a hospital mop.
Hyne whispers to L’Enfant that the Cardinal’s Mercedes is parked at the rear – with two Vampyres sitting inside. Xen Chen will enter the bar at the rear and make short work of the Vampyre keeping watch at the Men’s room doorway. Hyne and Dirk Fremd will terminate the Vampyres in the car, put on hooded cloaks and take their place. By the time Cardinal Franchetti invites L’Enfant home for some fun and games, he’ll be surrounded by La Confrerie des Paladins – Hyne’s Brotherhood of Vampyre slayers.
Hyne and his men have been inside the Cardinale’s posh palazzo in the “Roma Bene” neighborhood on the Via Della Camilluccia three times already – they know every inch of it. If L’Enfant can work his magic and entice Franchetti to take him home, Hyne can get to work “persuading” the Prince of the Church to give up his Satanic scroll.
Dirk Fremd saunters up to the Mercedes parked at the rear of the run-down bar building and taps on the driver’s window. He’s in filthy, worn-out coveralls like some out-of-work truck mechanic. He’s clutching a wine bottle and intentionally wobbling about.
“HEY! HEY YOU IN THERE!!! YOU GOT MONEY?? YOU RICH SCUMBAGS MAKE ME SICK!!! GIMME MONEY!!!”
The driver lowers his window about eight inches. He looks like he’s about to turn his hooded head towards just another annoying homeless loser and say something.
Big Mistake.
The moonlight briefly illuminates the gruesome face of a Vampyre now hissing and grimacing through his fangs – when Fremd expertly skewers its eye socket with his Bowie knife. He hammers it in deep. The Vampyre’s screams shatter the nighttime calm. Hyne stands at the passenger side door and pulls on the door handle.
The passenger side Vampyre pushes his door open – enraged – determined to battle Hyne. As he twists himself to exit the vehicle, one swipe of the Captain’s Seax blade carves off the top crown of his head. The fiend collapses outside the car like a sack of slaughterhouse detritus. Hyne quickly hits the Mercedes door lock button and releases the driver’s door. Fremd drags the screaming, one-eyed Vampyre out from behind the wheel and calmly hacks off his head.
Hyne and Fremd strip off their dirty coveralls and don their hooded cloaks. They drag the dead Vampyres to a nearby dumpster, heave them inside and get into the Mercedes. Fremd will drive.
They wait….an hour goes by….then two.
Finally, they spy L’Enfant weaving and swaying his way out the back door of the Gay bar with Cardinale Franchetti next to him, trying to prop him up. Xen Chen follows, lurking at a distance. Franchetti instinctively heads to the Mercedes and opens a rear door. L’Enfant suddenly spins around and twists the cleric’s arm behind him. The pain causes Franchetti to collapse at his knees – a perfect opportunity to push him into the back seat of the car. Xen Chen is on one side of Franchetti and L’Enfant is on the other by the time the car starts moving.
They head straight to the Villa Della Camilluccia – to the Cardinal’s posh Palazzo.
Dirk Fremd stops the car a block and a half before they reach the residence’s courtyard. Hyne and Xen Chen get out – to make a final search for Vampyres. Almost immediately they sense some movement across the street, and they make their way closer. Sure enough, there’s two Vampyres sitting in an Alfa Romeo sedan – eyes glued on the Cardinal’s Palazzo. Hyne tells Fremd to drive around the block while he and Xen Chen handle the fanged sentries.
Hyne signals Lee and Peter Xiang-Li – safely ensconced miles away in a remote Tech location in Rome – to kill all the security cameras in the neighborhood and all the sensors inside Franchetti’s house. They then move in on the two Alfa Romeo Vampyres.
By the time Dirk Fremd drives the Mercedes into the Cardinal’s courtyard with L’Enfant and their Prince of the Church prize in its backseat, Hyne and Xen Chen are waiting for them. Fremd carries a small pouch with some Centex explosive, detonators and six pairs of handcuffs.
Xen Chen has one special piece of “kit” for tonight’s “Persuasion Session” – a two-foot length of two-inch diameter PVC pipe. Hyne assures him that their “Interrogation” of Cardinal Franchetti is going to be “Historic”.
And by that he means – fit for a King.
*NO PART OF THIS WORK PRODUCT IS AI GENERATED*
Copyright, 2026 – Jon & Jedediah Croft
www.bogironfoundry.com
Email: vlchek1@gmail.com
