THE LAST CONFESSION

[Qaz_The_Great 1189]

Caedric Edvardsson receives the news as he sits by the riverside of Elysium. He'd look with shock as he reads the words. He'd look to his aid and say, "A great tragedy has become our Haenseti allies." he'd think for a moment before he pulls a pen and partchment from his bag, "May t'is man find t'e Seven Skies which for which he seeks; Father protect his soul as he journeys t'ere." he'd quietly pray.

[Gandhi 2674]

A certain member of the Mercatorii, a deeply pious man, name of Luka Bishop. prays in his chambers for the soul of the late Pontiff. Sadness was not the only thing resting in his heart, for hatred also boiled. He solemnly rose from his lowered position, turning and exiting the room. "May Godan have mercy on the Pagans, for I wont." Spoke the man, advancing towards his weaponry as he slid his blade into it's scabbard. Himself believing it had been Norland, that committed this certainly heinous act.

 

Carlos Mendez wept solemnly in his quarters, the man that returned him to the Canonist Flock, had fallen. How many Holy Men would fall this year? Carlos thought to himself.

[zuziee 3219]

Adelheid's tired cerulean eyes examined the paper. She was no longer religious, though couldn't help but feel bad at the death of the Pontiff. From her warm bed, she'd wonder how this would affect the war?

[latte 1310]

Esther Castile widens her eyes, face contorting into horror as she read the missive from her family home in Luciensburg. Soon, she'd sigh, silently muttering a prayer.

[christman 2303]

"Happens." Proclaimed Mary Amaricius. 

[Endovelicus 610]

A golden haired man strode into the Cathedral of the Ascent, windows covered in black drapes, candles flickering for the soul of the Pontiff. He too had come to light a candle, out of feigned piety if nothing else. He inspected the holy place, throngs of people, dressed in blacks and greys, yet there stood Hieronymus, bright red coat. This faux pas infuriated him, of course he should've worn black, foolish idiot. His rage at himself subsided, however, when he saw a woman loudly weep nearby, hankerchief by her eyes, clearly sad. The Couentran's eyes shifted to a familiar figure by the coffin, Gawain, he too crying. Their pain and sorrow confused him. Was it faked? Like he had planned to light a candle, was this all an act? He looked once more upon Gawain's figure, legitimate sorrow upon the Gwynonese's face. Gawain is not an emotional man, being quite erratic, Hieronymus thought, it would not make sense for the Cardinal to fake his distress.

 

This led him to a far greater question. Why did he not feel anything? Should, at least, the slightest of tears not be summoned forth by him? After all, the faithful vicar of God had been murdered. Shouldn't this stir something within Hieronymus? He looked on, grasping his candle on one hand and his coat with another. Whenever he recognized that he was different, unfeeling and wroth, he got like this. Anxiety rose. He clenched his jaw. Why was he different? Why was he not saddened? Why did he never feel remorse? Why was he a monster?! 

 

He turned his back upon the coffin that bore the body, and left. 

[Monomakhos 1837]

A beatified hieromonk clad in the purest linen laid hands upon the Pontiff as he reached the skies, weeping joyful tears for the ascent of the worldly ambassador. "Be glad, for a governor of the Church, for any man true in his faith, his work does not end as he enters into the Gates. We are raised in glory, twice-alive in the wholeness of the Lord, REJOICE! That we might lift their voices on high and glorify with all the living and the dead, and all the Saints and Angels and servants of our Lord, the greatness of God. Come, brother of mine, and as we did in life let us be shepherds in death, and whole in the oneness of the Church."

[MRCHENN 3663]

Simon Pruvia merely stood frozen as he entered the fray of the Cathedral, the High Pontiff gasping his final breaths as Private Mortimer chased the Ferrymen out of Providence. Albeit his violent end, Jude II stood there calm in death - almost as if his face never changed. He did not know the man Jude II personally, but he knew him as a virtuous man, and a selfless man. As a Cardinal, he had taught Simon the meaning of God-Fearing, not only as a soldier, but as a devout Canonist. Alongside the Cardinal Rochefort, the Viscount laid rest to Jude II's body within Cathedral.

 

"O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee." He recited. "Only calamity will befall the pagans and apostates for their treacherous machinations."

"Let us mourn today, so we may slay them tomorrow."

[KaiserJacobII 1048]

Father Francis Brown is seen every night for a week after the Pontiffs death, in the cathedral, lighting a candle in honour of His Holiness.

"We shall meet again in the seven skies."

[Cheezzy_Garlik 502]

“WOOHOOO DEAD ‘ERETIC, LONG LIVE THA BRAFFMORDAKIN!!” Screamed Aghuid Ireheart within the balls of the Brathmordakin, the true gods of Almaris and the world as a whole. His arms held high in the air to embrace Yemekar and Dungrimm. The only 2 of the 7 to honor him with their blessings.

[budaq 472]

Ziegfrid looked at the news paper , tearing the paper apart out of anger " If I would get to the church a few minutes earlier. . . the High Pontiff would survive"

[Guzr 2049]

The young Sarkozy would furrow his brows, having only met the man mere hours before his death. The boy would go to sit in his house, silent, as he pondered the way of things.

[Minuvas 2878]

[!] Minuvas would visit the Basilica to pray for some hours, focusing his mind and steadying his hands. 

 

"The wailing of thousands of souls cry out in agony at the loss of his most Holy Father. " He utters from his pew. 

 

"I am a man of reason and logic, yet I know in my heart this act could have been conducted by only one people, who in all of Almaris would see the Holy Father treated so poorly. They are the wolf in the forest, the ones who promised not to feed on the shepherd. Their lust was too great, their envy of his Holy Church and his Holy Empire. This is the work of one who respects no peace, this is the work of a Nordlander"

 

Makes the sign of the Lorraine and arises from his pew. His stoic look returns to his face as he buries himself in his work once more. 

[MissToni 3487]

Katerina Ceciliya shook her head as she heard of the news. The man had helped her through many dark thoughts she held in her heart. Helped her crawl back to the light even if it had taken so long for her to do so. The words he had told her rung clear in her head.

 

"Forgiveness does not mean to forget the things that have been done" she could still picture the kind face of Jude II as he comforted her after the loss of her best friend. After she had told him everything she had been through. After he had offered a place to stay in the cathedral during her grief. How he had told her that she mattered. All the things she had wanted to hear from her brother she had instead heard from him. Even so it had slowly changed her. And those words, she would never forget them. Ever.

 

"Spasiba, vyr holiness. May vy find peace in the seven skies." 

[LithiumSedai 4837]

Incredible grief befell Holy Sir Armand at the grave news. The man locked himself within his office, condemning himself to rigorous fasting and prayer in solitude - contemplating the cruelty of the material to claim a blessed life he had once saved.