Post by Beriadan on May 15, 2023 5:49:11 GMT
The largest room beneath St. Peter's Basilica, amongst the maze that was the forbidden Crypt, was alive with blue fire. Torches lined each walls, the first time they had been lit in generations. They sent shadows scattering about the room, illuminating every crack, corner and crevice that lay within the room. At the end was a cold, stone dais, the brightest point of all. An ancient throne had been carved there, a raised platform that was several feet taller than the rest of the forgotten room.
The Holy See was gathering.
A call had been sent out to all the Saints, Apostles and warriors. There was something big on its way, a cautious rumbling like the start of an earthquake. Faint vibrations behind the simple instructions, to meet beneath St Peter's Basilica, to don the old uniforms of old, and be ready to hear the future of the Holy See laid out for all to hear. The Most Reverend Cardinal had sent those instructions directly, though she was yet to be present. A few Quincy had arrived already, the less important soldiers and recruits. The rest would come. The Holy See was preparing for something glorious and divine.
