βI am not that tasteless to joke about such things, Cardinalβ a venomous smirk crooked the Antichristβs beautiful, burgundy-painted lips βYourβ¦ connection to the Bubonic Plague has captured my admiration. Thus I doubt, in flow of time, there shall ever come a better candidate to become my White Horseman. Think about it, Cardinal. All you need to do is stretch out your hand, take the Crown, and Conquest of every disease, every sickness in this damned world shall be yoursβ.
Β Β Β Β She is braying to the ambitious dogma that made a home in the deepest,Β most inherent crevice of his soul.Β Β At any cost the Cardinal Copia would place himself above all else,Β even cutting down those whom dared be a stickler against his agenda ββ and worse,Β using them as pawns in his climb to higher power.Β Β Eyes wide as saucers he is drunk on his own greed,Β and could hardly believe all heβd dreamed of is being offered to him on a silver platter by none other than Satanβs beneficiary herself.
Β Β Β Β Β Copia for that very reason was the essence of The Plague.Β Β A pandemic that leeched people of their life blood,Β and left a trail of destruction in its wake wherever it had been.Β Β He looked as sick and cold as he was inside.Β Β Befitting.Β Β Kneeling with great aplomb the unholy Cardinal made a point of being humble.Β Β It was to show his gratitude and acceptance simultaneously.Β Β His heart a war drum and his mind in the throes of elation he vows to his insidious self that heβd stop at nothing to continue his rapport with the Antichrist and keep her happy with him.
Β Β Β Β Β β Gratias tibi ago, βΒ Β Β the genuinity in his voice lacked no need for sycophantic charades.Β Β Β Β β I am certain I would be a wise choice,Β for the present and into the next millennia,Β and for eternity. βΒ Β Β Β Regardless of her words being literal or metaphor,Β Copia presents his open palm,Β gaze unwavering much like his avarice.Β Β Β Β β I,Β Cardinal Copia,Β will be your pestilent auxiliary.Β Β I accept,Β with every inch of me I accept this gracious offering. βΒ Β Β Β A frigid wind drifts by,Β snuffing out several black prayer candles in their vicinity as if they were the very hoardes of victims taken by the plague.Β Β It filled him with bliss.
