Chapter 21 - The Inquisition, Let's Begin, The Inquisition, Look out sin.

Five of the most fearful of the Orange Catholic Churches cardinals meet in one of their offices. Whispering the nine old men worried. "His Excellency has been out of sorts since the mass." "It's true, he seems a bit distant today." then one of them speaks up, "He's gone mad! He executed those merfolk & then the sheep. He'll make us accessory to it all if we don't do something."

Unexpectedly, Cardinals Esteban Ramirez robes, rip through the sides in 4 places. Before the orange clad elderly had a chance to even look his way, each of them had been stabbed by the mechanical arms extending from the hidden pack on his back. Each needle poured the red gel into their hind quarters. Each of the men gasped and began jumping out of their chair, "What's this...." one yelled. Then each of the old men became overly calm. Each needing to find their seat again.

In a thick but understandable, Spanish accent, Ramirez begins to tell them what to do. "Take out your Pomegranates, gentlemen." They each comply without hesitation. "You will send out confirmation of the pope's direct orders for this Sunday's Mass. Instruct the fathers & other church leaders on the importance of administering the new wine being delivered tomorrow. Each of the old men do as instructed. Ramirez leaves the room.

Later in the Pope's Chambers, "Sire, they have been inoculated. I'm sorry it had to come to that." says Ramirez

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" as the pope throws the near empty bottle of wine in his hands, at Ramirez. But missing wildly, it breaks on the wall behind him. Ramirez never flinches. "My apologies, Sire. Your wish is my command. The deliveries are all heading out as you have ordered."

"GOOD! You were one of my most loyal cardinals."

Perplexed, but not showing it, "Were? Sire?"

"Yes, what are you deaf.... UGh, I'm sorry, now... too, HA Ha! I'm promoting you Bishop Ramirez." he puts his hands on Ramirez shoulders, wine on his breath, he continues. And further, I want you to purge our lands of these creatures DESTROY THEM! DESTROY THEM ALL! & bring more people back to, more Godly ways. You are to be a Cardinal & MY Grand Inquisitor. May God Bless your new mission."

"Thank you, Sire."

***That weekend, in every church ...

".....O God, Thou didst create bread for the food of mankind and wine for its drink so that bread might strengthen the body and wine rejoice the heart of men; Thou didst also grant to Thy beloved disciple, Saint John, the grace of being able to drink the poisoned cup without harm and also of raising from the dead those killed by poison, grant to all who drink this wine the attainment of spiritual joy and everlasting life. Through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen." finished the priest. Then the altar boys came up & took the trays of wine to the parishioners. Upon drinking each person fell quiet.

In some churches, one or more people who had been hiding the fact that they were transhuman minimalists, began convulsing & fell to the floor. Mass continues as normal. Until the end when the Father imprints a hypnotic suggestion through the new wine. Simple asking became telling. All stayed & helped clean up trash around them & that each member of the mass is to bring a new person or family member in with them next week for mass. Everyone happily agrees, helps hide the bodies and heads home, sedated, controlled, basically themselves, but filled with the joy of the Lord & oh so eager to help bring new sheep into the fold.

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