Europe.
Vatican Cathedral.
This cathedral is far less famous than Notre-Dame Cathedral, but the Holy Light is pervasive here, as if angels are singing within.
On the floor are pieces of sacred tiles made of Holy White Stone, engraved with the names of saints from the Church through the ages.
Today, inside the church, rows upon rows of believers stand, holding Bibles!
Their expressions are serene, immensely devout.
It seems they are waiting for someone.
At this moment, an old man in sackcloth, with white hair and beard, dressed in ancient Roman attire, his eyes seemingly flowing with endless time, his aura as deep as the sea.
He is the current Pope of the Church--Frankie,
also an unparalleled strong man ranked second on the Divine List--a Saint.
Plop!!!
At this moment, all believers knelt down with a loud thud, their faces full of fanaticism!
"Welcome, Pope!!!"
The thunderous voice echoed throughout the cathedral, reverberating endlessly.
"Rise."
