Voluf VIII, The Pope of Corruption
"You fool, Reverse!" But Voluf VIII knew it was too late as he watched his dear friend Gleem cut down by the Warhammer of the Imperial Throne. The armies of the Monarchy once again continued their relentless march upon the Vadican, no longer held back by his friends determination or the forces of the merchants guild, determined to see his reign over before nightfall. He had already sent his wives away, so they weren't in any danger, at least. The Pope of Corruption took a moment to reflect. Ah, the Twins, so carefree, so…innocent. They doted on him in his old age, adored him more than he reslly deserved. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door, echoed by the hollow boom of the siege machinery on the inner walls.
"Enter," he said, and turned away from the window to see Cardinal Ruka standing there, a look of shock upon his face, staring down at the dagger protruding from his chest. The missive he was about to deliver slipped from his fingers and he was pushed aside by the assassin that Voluf knew would be his doom.
"Hello, Raul. I see you've decided that their ideals were more important than our money."
"Not in the least," the Assassin replied, stepping over the Cardinal's body and towards his old employer. "They just offered me more. Nothing personal, I assure you."
"Of course, merely business." Voluf sighed, and turned to look one more time upon the city he had once ruled. "Merely business." In testament to Raul's skill, the Pope of Corruption barely felt the blade that ended his life.