591 590. I Became The Pope

The air of celebration filled the Holy Court hall; eyes stayed plastered on the rituals taking place. They were tedious and time-wasting, but Sylvester followed them to the teeth, so no old foolish Clergyman could later raise their finger at his legitimacy. 

The massive drums, trumpets, and violins rang throughout the Holy Land as a sign of the rituals being conducted. Apparently, he was to take a Holy Bath before everyone else, naturally, not without his underwear. It had something to do with being purified, inside and outside—yes, he had to drink Holy Water too, thankfully not the one he bathed in. 

He placed his robes aside and sat down on a massive steel plate, which rested on the floor beside the Pope's throne. As he sat down, the Priests poured Holy Water on his body, figuratively cleansing him from the outside.