Pontiff loses his Mind

“I will take him to trial. I will make him walk fire. He cannot have these powers without mischief - it is not possible. Let his piety prove his worth and save him from the scorn and scorch of the cleansing flames.”

And so saying he picked up a small dog that was absconding, and threw it into the fireplace with such a force the young creature did not have the opportunity to save itself. Its scream travelled all the way to Hell and back again. Several angels vacated the cathedral - and the ghosts of the former Popes looked on, shaking their heads with disgust.

The smoke from the burning fur filled the room and the old man began to cough. Several attendants rushed into the chamber bringing wines and concoctions of elderly salve.

“Who amongst you can be trusted?” he addressed the cages, looking not at the servants.

It was plain to see that not one of the animals understood what he was trying to convey, or wanted to. The Pontiff had officially lost his mind, and his envy of Francis had scorned what wits had remained.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances