New Vatican

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New Vatican

The new Vatican has now risen as a phoenix. Rebuilt to match the Old Vatican as much as humanly possible. Vatican City State is an ecclesiastical or sacerdotal-monarchical state ruled by the Pope, who is the bishop of Rome and head of the Catholic Church.  

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҉ ___The final Aman, and then the organ sounded and the procession came and went. The ritual of another mass ended. The Flow of robes and the mummering of "Aves" and then the press of the guard. Miyka'el crossed himself in reflection, then crossed the crowd in blessing. "Blessing upon you, my children,...blessings and strength to you, my fellow hunters. May our sacrifices bring us closer to He that is and ever will be. Let us reflect and confess our weaknesses and beg for forgiveness. Let us not mourn the fallen brethren as they have inherited the kingdom in the beyond." He gave his small speech as he gracefully left the crowd and returned to his Papule palace.

A few hours later:

Pope Lightbringer sat behind his desk, reading reports from the palace of justice: the hunters' main headquarters. The look of concentration and fury filled the face of the previously tranquil pope. ''Kyrie Eleison! theses deamons spread like lice and worse... We have lost brethren who were pure to the bloodline as well." swore the pope, reading an ancient missive labeled "The Cartwright Brothers.", as well as other missives from RRT out of New Houston in the Americas. The pope crossed himself and muttered a penance to himself. As he threw the note across the room. The Swiss guards looking on.

His desk was piled with scrolls, notes, missives, all covering the many issues of Europe and the world. The world slowly survives this volcanic winter that covers it. But much is to be done to make this "Wrath of GOD" the fault of faithlessness and the demons and inhuman scum that are infesting the earth___҉

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҉ ___Michael smiled beatifically at the young man and raised his hand in blessing and softly said. "Blessings upon you, my child, come forth." The pope gently took the report from the man, smiling. ' This young man is scared of me. So young, I think he thinks I'm going to perform Defenestration upon him for the bad news.' thought the pope to himself as he read the report.

'' All that happens is held within the great plan of GOD, my child. Have faith and stand firm. said Michael, trying to calm the young secretary. it was rare that the divine interfered directly in the affairs of mortals but their touch was everywhere. And the pope hoped to use them in supporting his speeches on the corruption sweeping the earth; even to those within the church itself. The pope turned and faced the window his back to the secretary. " Come, come, my child, speak up, there is more that sits upon your tongue. Speak freely, my child." said michael waiting.



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҉ ___Michael nodded and his gentle smile turned into a small frown. "....We mustn't let the archangels turn their eyes upon us. The edict must be upheld, or our penance shall be hard upon us. " The pope turned to the great window behind his desk and looked out of it, pondering what he must do to purge the sin and blight he saw everywhere. but without the celestials turning their immortal eyes upon his task.

'' If I must bring Father Gavin before the cardinals and myself, I will not be pleased. " said Michael, turning to the young secretary. "blind devotion has its places, but it can lead one into a blind fall." said Michael, shaking his head as his hand lightly pounded the desk.

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The younger priest cleared his throat again and licked his lips while shifting on his feet nervously, silently thankful that his own robe his his shaking knees, "Our contact among the Angelics said that... Well... It s-s-seems that... F-F-Father Gavin w-w-wa-was taken by M-M-Michael and questioned..." he couldn't help the stutter with that news. Especially since their contact had reported the questioning to be 'rather thorough' but without details.

Honestly, they still didn't know the identity of the contact. But they'd always been truthful with their information and had delivered some really juicy stuff. Legend within New Vatican said that this particular contact had delivered the information that the Vampire named Sebastet had Turned one of the Cartwright brothers and had even given them the information about the trip to the church that had led to the attack on the couple. Thankfully, Julius Cartwright had been Cleansed. Unfortunately, Sebastet survived.

He still didn't know how the reports got to his desk, but they always appeared there. The paper looked handmade, the high quality thick stuff, and always had the Celestial Seal on it.

Right now, he nervously put that report on the desk.

It said that Father Gavin had fallen to Michael's personal hand and had cracked under the questioning. Thankfully the priest hadn't known anything beyond his own tasks in the plan.

The problem with Father Gavin was that he'd gone off script.

Their contact had suggested taking Sasha Brightscale to keep Michael out of the plan and to use her healing ability for the Church. A few miracle healings would have served their purposes perfectly.

Now, they had to figure out how get hold of the female dragon after she'd been alerted to their interest in her skills. Converting her would fall to the Inquisitors and was something he didn't need to know about.

The plan to kill Ebony Shadowscale had to have sprouted from Father Gavin's obviously addled mind. They didn't want her attention on them. A dragon of that power level with unknown assassination skills was something they didn't need focusing on them. While they knew that Heaven protected them, there was something about that particular dragon that was able to get past those protections like they didn't exist.

Their contact had basically given them every target they needed to get to. Admittedly, a few were unobtainable due to being in an entirely different realm, but they could still get to those on Vampire Island. Using RRT as the front soldiers enabled their Hunters to get to the targets. They'd be able to fully Cleanse the island, a task that had been on the books for centuries.

But now Father Gavin had put a hitch in the plan...

But the young priest had full confidence that their leader would have a solution. He was fully devoted to the New Pope and had proven his worth from day one. His only issue seemed to be delivering bad news. He even started stuttering if the news was bad enough. As he was doing now....

((sorry for vary late reply been vary busy and if not busy been sick, currently sick but i have a bit of energy to reply ))


The pope paced his hand, fondling the knife within the fold of his robe, now growing temperamental and wanting to stick something... the deck, the wall, the novice priest... he started muttering a litany in Latin to himself to try and calm his storm.
After a few moments, he cleared his throat. ""Lord, what fools these mortals be"..Midsummer Night's Dream,Act 3, Scene 2..." he said barely above a whisper. he sat himself down and arranged his face and robes.

"We must not meddle in the affairs of the draco...a strategic... setback uhmm repositioning of powers and accets. The Arcangel's fondness for the creatures such as them must be respected after all," he said mirthlessly he had to make new plans now, and set up a small peace between him self and the dragons ..for now. But how? He looked up at the priest and set the hidden blade in his robes on the deck, the blade facing outward. And he gestured at the priest to continue with any more reports. all without stabbing anything . he congratulated himself to his restraint.

"Please continue," he said with a mirthless grin. his hand was near the hilt of the blade. he silently prayed for better news. by his name sake he prayed for better news on his battles and maneuvers