I, Alessandro Terzo Emeritus, have been spending long days of preparing to take over as the next anti-pope of the Satanic church. I'll be the next Papa Emeritus once my brother, Secondo steps down. I'm stressed and pretty sure I might start having hallucinations soon if I don't sleep.

After another grueling day of paperwork, studying, and practice, I finally give myself permission to get some rest. I dress down to some sleep clothes and get into bed. I close my eyes and begin to fall asleep when a curious vision begins to befall me.

I'm walking through the cathedral in the early afternoon and then sun is shining through the stained glass windows. As I walk deeper into the cathedral, I see a woman sitting in one of the pews. She's looking around curiously but yet seems deep in thought. As I get closer to her, I feel a strong pull and she suddenly turns to look at me. And I'm taken aback when the whole world seems to stop. She is captivating and enthralling.

"Mia cara," I say softly while reaching out to her. But then the world around me disappears and I'm waking up in my bedroom again.

A sudden burning sensation appears on my wrist. I lift it and look at the inside of my wrist. When the burning sensation is, gold light begins to work in curving lines until it turns black with a name.

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