Shortly after deceiving the dead Pope into taking Shiva to his resting place, our friendly neighborhood necromancer arrived at the base of an old, withered tree.
<The long-dead Pope sighs while looking at his lonely grave for a moment before recollecting himself and speaking to the sinful child to be grateful, many would die to be where he is right now. He commented on how the child should thank his life's fortune that he got to see a Pope's holy burial ground, let alone a Pope as renowned as himself.>
The soul of Nicholas kept spouting such nonsense, thinking that the person 'listening' actually cared for what he had to say. As the soul hovered near the roots of the tree husk, the psycho behind him smiled innocently and spoke up with a caring smile plastered on his stupid face.
Forsaken by the Gods, I made a contract with the Demon King