98 Herald of the End

"What's the matter? There's more than enough food and drink to go around for everyone, no? Don't be shy — please, enjoy yourselves."

The Pope toasted their arrival in his own twisted way and raised the mutilated skull he'd filled with blood in the air.

"Do make yourselves comfortable, Holy Ones, for we have much to discuss…" He flicked his wrist and a revolting staircase made of compacted gore and bone came out of the mountain of corpses.

Lu'um stared at the Pope with a chilling expression and said, "We have nothing to talk about, fiend. I see now, at last, why I felt such overwhelming disgust for you when I first laid eyes upon you."

Reed clenched his fists in anger and said, "What did you do, you bastard?! I swear to god if you so much as hurt a hair on his head…!"

Sebastian was unconscious, his complexion pale as snow as he hung on a crucifix made out of interlaced spines and tightly packed intestines.