Chapter 7: The Devil's Rebirth

Like two silent statues, two ash-gray figures stood quietly in the crystalline corridor outside the chapel, as if they had been in place for hundreds of years. The activities within the chapel did not escape the perception of their mystical sight. The unfathomable divine might of the Great Prophecy Spell brought about various strange phenomena, which were enough to make both, who had not felt such sensations in over a decade, sigh inwardly with admiration. When might they reach this freewheeling state of mind where intention moves with heart? Not now, but it did not mean never. The Pope had but experience, and that should not be a problem.