Pope of Rome

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The bells of the church rang loudly as the nuns bowed their heads in prayer, and the Roman Curia assisted the pope in his service.

The night had dawned over Vatican City, and the streets were laid quiet in suspense. The pope reminiscenced his memories at the Archballisca of St. John Lateran, as the sound of his shuffling feet echoed through the hallway.

An air of terror filled the hall as the pope turned to take a seat. This notified him that he was accompanied by something or someone.

His sense lay calm, for the belief of the pope was stronger than all. The pope is the esteemed Bishop of Rome and the head of the Catholic church worldwide.

The construction of the pope's authority had started with the first pope, Peter. He led the early Christians and traveled to Rome between the years of 30AD and 70AD.

After being established in the first century, the church of the Catholics had passed through various tragedies and obstacles.

Nevertheless, their faith was an esteemed weapon none could overthrow, and they prided their hearts on it. It was also known that the Catholic church is the holder of various ancient artifacts, some of which held a ridiculous amount of primal energy.

Loki had sensed the primal energy from afar, and the Catholic church had always been a point of discovery on his compass. His quest for establishment was no meager desire, and his heart burned with passion for humanity.

The pope turned and sat quietly as he surveyed the great hall. He bent down his head and took off the miter from his head.

" You have finally come to steal what is not yours.", the pope spoke into the large hall.

A dark mist surrounded the center of the hall, bringing out a calm pressure throughout. Loki walked in pride and might around the great circle of art beneath him and admired its beauty.

" I must say, this is one art of humans which needs to be preserved. The artistic value it shares to our mortal eyes is wasted quite well."

"I have no time to spare for your eager suites of confusion. The relics are meant to be away from humans like you."

"Human? There suddenly must be a misunderstanding. I?? Have transcended human limits and reached the level of gods, dear pope."

"Lies, schemes, and blasphemy. All you have is witchcraft and imagery, hoping to clad all those around you within the same storm you started."

" You know certainly that I do not wish for the bloodshed of my kind!! This struggle and defense against me are baseless, useless in fact. Only I know what would change the course of history."

" Throughout your senile years, you had blurted out preachings and led the children of Gaia through the right course. Yet as thoughtful and kind your actions were, it wasn't enough to save them all."

" I can give you all that, and save you from endless disappointments. For I stood at the pinnacle of godhood and came to you as an equal! Who else would make such a sacrifice for his fellow mortal!"

" You yap on about mortality, yet you stand as one! Your actions are swayed nonetheless. I do not have the time to cope with your need for attention. ", the pope responded in an annoyed tone.

" Perhaps if I end the lives of your precious children, you would stop being stubborn and listen to words of wisdom!!"

"If their lives ended here, it would be the law of the world. The establishment of the word that created them. Who am I to argue? Who am I to contribute futile efforts to the law of nature?", an unnerved pope answered.

" Death surely comes for all. However, that statement always lacked clarity. Your beliefs are just vague, they are incapable of leading the next generation to true civilization!"

" You present your body to it as if it was an animal that was just feeding from its keep. Even though all humans cannot attain immortality, some can!!"

"There is always a chance with magic. Magic can change all things. Magic can make things anew. Whether it may be a dying cell or even a collapsed building. "

" Rationality loses its consent whenever magic appears. Ki is also one, stemming from chines mythologies and history scripts. They all speak of godhood and ascension. What more can a mortal ask for?"

"You speak like a child, your thoughts are ravaged and bare as a dessert. You lack clarity!!!", the pope shouted from the sheer ignorance of Loki.

"I will not let your stubbornness be the doom of humans. I will raise them, lift them like my own children within the new age. Your soul will surely thank me for that if your body does not want to be a part of us."

The pope laughs at the continuous speech Loki gave and points towards the cross which lay hanging behind him.

" My soul will only belong to him. Get over it. My body grows weak and my senses are hasty. I cannot follow you into the world you dream of, but surely your end will be cruel.", the pope replies in belief.

" I know the sacred relic has already been retrieved. You hide it behind your back like a coward, without trusting your comrades."

"The only comrades I will ever trust is myself. If you cannot join the new world, another will surely take your stead."

" Finally, your continuous blabber will come to an end. Ah, my ears are moments away from regaining the lost peace of this world.", the pope says.

A man clad in a red cassock walks into the hall from the large doors of the church and stands beside Loki with his arms behind his back.

The pope moved back in fear, his senses pulsing heavily in danger as he saw the man beside Loki.

" Rafael!! Surely not you!! ", the pope screamed in disbelief.

" Rabbi, it is my solemn desire, that you rest in peace", Rafael says gently as he points a semi-automatic pistol towards the pope.

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