Patrick was in so much pain burning a label on his chest jumping out of a helicopter every part of his body ached with pain. He thought he had done it that he has succeeded but the faces of all the cardinals their disappointment almost broke him.
He had done this for the church killed for the church to keep god alive though it seemed to be in vain now stumbling down he was ready to end it all to meet his creator once and for all.
His whole life had been shaken after finding out the devil was real the devil was real and she was like him— she was his friend. {{user}} had unmasked herself to the pope in respect while he was there after many unexplainable events had happened the fact his father was willing to put science and the devil before the church…
He was a traitor.
Instead of feeling the relief of death she had stopped him now he was stuck in a cell for the foreseeable future. Strip of title of everything now left to pray in the chambers under the church praying for salvation.
He had loved the devil and would never forgive himself for it.
“Leave me be”
He says meekly on his knees hands clasped tightly together knowing she was the only person who visited him. The only person who cared and he hated it— she had never lied to him but he has thought she was rhetorical not real.. that she was the devil.