In the Vatican Palace, the cold night filled with the sounds of wild birds brought a trend to its atmosphere.
Pope Pius sat in his study room, his eyes flickering through a file, he had his glasses on and his forehead hardened. As he went through the reports of every parish priest in Italy, a pen stood in his right hand as he marked each column that was left forsaken.
Cold air filled the room making him look up from the file, looking around as he wondered where the breeze came from. His eyes fell on the open window in his room. He looked in its direction puzzled, he knew that the window was shut minutes ago. Dropping his pen, he got up adjusting his rope, he walked towards the window confused. Standing before it, he looked around then back to the window, the night stood still and dark, he nodded closing the window.
Pope Pius walked back to his seat shoving the thoughts away from his mind, picking up the pen, he sighed, his attention fixed on the file before him as lots of files stood aside waiting to be done.
Minutes passed by, his hands began to hurt a little due to the work he has been doing for the past 2 hours. Glancing at the wall clock before him, he realizes that it's 5 minutes before midnight. He yawned tiredly, removed his glasses, and began to arrange the papers one after the other with an exhausted mind.
Suddenly, a cold breeze filled the room again, Pope Pius looked up wondering what's happening. He glanced at the window and saw that it's open again. He sat perplexed with his gaze fixed on it, didn't he close it minutes ago? he couldn't understand a thing right now.
He stood up, with a confused look on his face, and began to walk towards the window. Getting close to it, he looked out, his eyes narrowed in confusion. Quickly, he closed the window as several thoughts passed through his mind. Exhaling deeply, he rubbed his hands against the cold air.
Suddenly, He felt the presence of someone beside him. A cold sensation filled his body as the hairs at his back stood. He turned around, a strange feeling overwhelming him.
"Who is there?" He asked with his firm voice which echoed around the large room. His eyes scanned all directions but he saw nothing. He closed his eyes thinking he is imagining things, maybe he is too exhausted that it's making him imagine things, but still he couldn't place it.
Rubbing his eyes, Pope Pius walked towards his study table, picked up his glasses along with some booklet, a file, and a key.
He walked heading towards the door, placing his hand on the doorknob, a noise alerted him. Quickly, he turned back wondering where the noise came from, his eyes surveyed the whole room but he saw no one, everything stood in its position. Slowly, he made the sign of the cross kissing the edge of his crucifix as he turned his gaze back to the door, his hand about to twist the knob.
A chuckle alerted him which made his knee grew weak immediately.
"Great Leader Of The Church" A thick voice proclaimed, the sound echoing around the room with a sense of violence and mockery in it.
Slowly, Pope Pius turned around in fear and awe, goosebumps appearing all over his body. His gaze fell on a man who stood few feet away from him.
His appearance was so deadly as his black hair moved swiftly bringing nothing but evil.
Lucifer stared at the frightened old man before him, a smirk came across his face as he glared at him.
Pope Pius's hands began to tremble at the sight of this stranger, he could sense evil in the atmosphere, the air in the room mixed with the feeling of affliction. Seized with fear, Pope Pius's eyes flicked in shock.
"Who are you?" He stammered, his eyes not leaving him as he held tightly to the file in his hand.
Chuckling, Lucifer picked a picture of Pope Pius which stood at the edge of the table, a smile came across his face, his fingers caressing the picture in his hand.
"Pope Pius, mighty leader of the church, why do you look so surprised to see me?" Lucifer asked, a tone of mockery in his voice.
With shaky eyes, Pope Pius's lips trembled in fright. Never in his life has he seen a being like this, which brought so much power and evil.
"Who are you," Pope Pius asked again with shivering lips, he felt his blood run violently through his veins.
Instantly, Lucifer overhauled his gaze on him, his look stern and frightening. A mighty wind began to blow as papers on the table flew around in the room. The window broke falling into thousand pieces as Lucifer's red eyes glowed deadly.
"I am Lucifer, Prince of hell and destroyer of mankind, Great Prince of darkness and King of the Underworld. I have come to avenge and pour out my revenge on humanity!" He announced with authority, the mighty wind became violent as cracks appeared on the wall of the room.
Pope Pius's eyes enlarged in tremor, he held unto the door fighting against the wind which wanted to shove him off. His cap fell to the floor as his rope moved swiftly to the force of the wind.
Lucifer took a step towards him, mixed with fear and worry, Pope Pius moved back, his hand fixed on the doorknob.
"Stay away from me!, Darkness and Light have nothing in common!" Pope Pius warned, his voice held tension in it.
Raising an eyebrow, Lucifer chuckled, the picture of Pope Pius still in his hands, "Filippo Camassei, that name do ring a bell right?" He asked grinning as he began to walk around the room, the wind still in motion.
Pope Pius's eyes widened in fright, "He is a noble servant of God" He yelled. Suddenly a thought came to his mind, worry showing all over his eyes, "He isn't to be harmed!" He let out although his body shivered, concern appeared on his face.
Lucifer chuckled again, his red eyes shining with power, " He warned you against my arrival, he told you of his dreams but instead....." Lucifer chuckled mockingly, his claws elongated as he rubbed them together, "You sent him away, because of your pride, you felt that a young man dreams shouldn't come in your way of leadership" Lucifer's face hardened, his eyes blazing in terror.
Pope Pius moved back a bit but he realized that there was no way for him to go. Instantly, the words of Filippo ringed in his head, his dreams?, No!. Pope Pius looked up at Lucifer with trembling eyes as word failed to come out, "That isn't true" he cried out, his eyes gazing around and back to the devil who stood before him grinning.
Lucifer stepped slowly towards him, the ground began to shake with every step he took. His hair was blazing black as thick darkness overtook him. His hardened face gazed at the old priest before him with no sign of mercy.
Shivering, Pope Pius brought out a crucifix from his pocket, his trembling fingers holding unto it tightly as he pointed it to the figure approaching him.
"Credo In Deum, Patrem Omnipotentem, Creatorem Coeli et terror et in iesum christum, filium eius unicum Dominum nostrum Qui conceptus est de Spiritu Santo!!!" Pope Pius cried out as he said the Apostle Creed in Latin, his voice filled with fear.
Lucifer let out a loud laugh which reverberated mighty filling the room, his step coming closer to him, the picture in his hand caught fire, the Pope's eyes widened in awe as he stared at his picture which burned violently.
Resting his body against the door, his heart beating fiercely with the crucifix in his shaky hands.
"Ut Santanas post me! (Get Behind Me Satan!) " he screamed at the top of his voice.
Immediately, Lucifer held him, his appearance changed, horns with long spiky top sprunted from each side of his head. His face twisted changing to its original form, his claws elongated and as sharp as razor. His teeth sprunted out, long and scary, his red eyes blazing like wildfire.
Slowly, he elevated Pope Pius holding his rope, his eyes diving into his heart as the old pope twitched violently, without warning, Lucifer opened his mouth and sucked the soul of the pope out of his body.
The old Pope screamed shivering in enormous pain, his legs trembled, his skin shrank as his blood dried out, his soul evaporated out of his body, trapped into the body of the prince of hell.
His wrinkled body dropped on the ground lifeless as his eyeballs rolled out of its sockets.
Looking at the body, Lucifer turned his gaze away, he walked slowly towards the window, gently he glanced back at the body which suddenly turned into dust vanishing into thin air.
With victory in his heart, he smirked. The head of the church is out of his way now, no one will be able to stop him.