Nicholas

Shortly after deceiving the dead Pope into taking Shiva to his resting place, our friendly neighborhood necromancer arrived at the base of an old, withered tree.

The soul of Nicholas kept spouting such nonsense, thinking that the person 'listening' actually cared for what he had to say. As the soul hovered near the roots of the tree husk, the psycho behind him smiled innocently and spoke up with a caring smile plastered on his stupid face.