[Apparently you guys think this is funny -.- ; anyway, thanks I guess, Tommy_C]
[Abyssal Pope (???)]
[Level: 50]
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[Physical: 20,000][Mental: 20,000][Will: 20,000]
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The aged pope sat on a throne with skin so wrinkled and aged it almost appeared to be a greyish blue. He held a staff in one hand as Sylas slowly walked in, the glaives of ten Elite Abyssal Knights hovering at his back.
The glaives shimmered with gold, pulsing with a life and vitality that didn't seem natural for this cathedral.
Sylas, however, stood with his hands in his pockets, his emerald gaze looking ahead to the pope as he seemed to wait on it to make a move.
What Sylas didn't expect, though, was for the Abyssal Pope to actually speak. His jaw unhitched like a rattling mechanism, a hoarse laughter leaving his lips.
