The Pope's Deadly Demise

Earlier...

The Pope was at his wits end. More so than the pain and the panic, was a deeply rooted rage. He was going to fail! He could see it as clearly as he could see the statue of the Demon Lord erected in front of him. All his years of diligent work, all the souls he had sacrificed to his Lord, all the people he had used, his meticulous planning which made in near impossible for anyone to catch him in his acts had been blown into bits.

And now he was going to be blown into bits!

All because he failed to take into account just how dangerous a Saintess could be. Just one Saintess. A weak and pathetic girl whom anyone could have easily stomped upon when she was alive proved to be so much more dangerous in death.

I should not have killed her. I should have just kept her imprisoned and let her live out her days. Her power had not even awakened when she was alive. What harm could she have possibly done? 

Matthew knelt on the floor, eyes glowing and the satanic circles made of red fire spinning around him. He continued to chant to no avail. The holy power within Felicia's curse was going to destroy him. He made a mistake trying to control it. It could not be controlled by anyone other than the Goddess and Felicia herself. 

And right now, Felicia was in charge. She was determined to smite at everyone who had wronged her. Which extended well past just her former fiancé and family members.

Matthew's vision suddenly clouded and took him to another place.

The Saintess was trapped in a strange world of white. Even dead, her soul had not passed on. She had not joined her sisters in spirit. She had not joined her mother. She had not joined the Goddess. Simply put, she was not at peace.

And if she was not at peace then that could only mean her curse was keeping her anchored. Her magic was filtering out of her and leeching into the living world. Red tears flooded from her eyes, she pulled at her hair and clawed at her arms. Banshee like screams of fury and agony left her parted lips.

"You will all pay! You will regret the day you killed your Saintess as a witch! I condemn you all! I seal your doom with my death!"

Matthew dropped to all fours and vomited up blood. More red fluid flowed out from his orifices. The veins in his eyes erupted from the holy power battling against the demonic power within him. He had tried to release the curse, but it was too late.

The tables had turned.

Before he was trying to control and contain Felicia's magic so he could use it as he desired, but the power was as unstable as her state of mind. It kept pulling away from him. Sensing that it could not escape him and do what Felicia had created it to do, the holy power now turned on him.

It latched onto his very soul and began devouring him from the inside out!

His entire body was burning up. The curse was ruthless. Matthew felt as if he'd been throw into a flaming pit. The demonic magic was being cleansed out of his soul and his veins. Soon all that would be left was the man himself and he knew that he alone would not be able to survive it.

The fabric of the curse ate away at the ones who wronged Felicia and he was one of them. Without his demonic prowess to keep him safe, he would not be able to fight off the purification.

Miles away Helena gasped in pain as she felt a sharp tug in her chest. She collapsed from where she had been seated next to the Empress in Constantine's bedroom.

Maids rushed to her and so did the Empress.

"Helena! What's wrong with you?" The voice of her step-aunt was frantic. Empress Eleanor was horrified that Helena too had been hit with the curse.

Helena didn't respond. She fainted again. 

The Empress wailed in pain when she saw blood coming out from Helena's nose. The witch had unknowingly lost her black magic.

Back inside the underground demonic prayer room, the Pope was dying. The curse exploded out of him, blasting his entire body into pieces. The entire stone chamber was destroyed and the ceiling collapsed.