"Please, kill me."
The old Pope cried, crimson blood flowing from the hollows of his eye sockets.
"Why? You clearly yearned for immortality. For this, you were even unwilling to kill the 'Holy Grail'. You despised the Demon Hunters, yet desired the same eternal life... Everything comes with a price."
The new Pope snarled through clenched teeth.
Human desires have plunged humanity into a desperate situation. The pursuit of power, the pursuit of wealth, the pursuit of immortality, all these intertwined desires eventually triggered the tragedy of the Night of the Holy Arrival.
"I was wrong, kill me..." he pleaded.
"No, no, no, it's too late now, your Eminence, you've already attained immortality, you cannot die."
The new Pope said cruelly, driving the Nail Sword through the old Pope's body again, tugging forcefully.
"How can a person survive in such an environment? How can they endure this agony without dying?"
