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Invader Johnny: Just because their family tree includes some popes doesn't mean they're pious. The Toyaka's ancestor, Leo X, said "God gave us the Papacy, let us enjoy it."

Nireena26: Your wish is my command.

Chapter XIII: On Earth As It Is In Heaven

Danni

"Please Vlad-father-I'll behave!" I pleaded with Vlad as I laid on the floor. I was utterly exhausted; I had been training all day without rest. My muscle ached and I barely had to lift my head up. "All I want is rest," I whimpered as Plasmius' red eyes glowed with rage.

"You lazy wretch, I give you life and this how you…," he began to say as Ectoplasm flowed his hand making it glow with a magenta light. I closed my eyes and awaited him to strike but nothing came. "You want to rest?" he asked as I opened my eyes and saw him with his hand extended to me.

"Ye..s," I stuttered as he reached out but he retracted his offer and grabbed my neck. I fought to free myself from him but his grip was too strong and I all could do was squirm is grasp. "Wh...at are you go...ing to do to…me," I croaked out as he walked towards the wall.

"You asked for rest?" he asked as he stamped his foot and revealed a swirling green vortex, "then I shall give you rest," he said as I frantically fought to break free. He was going to dump me in the Ghost Zone again.

"NO!" I shrieked, "Please Vlad-father-I'm sorry!" I pleaded as I tried to break free but all I was doing was exhausting myself.

"Enjoy," he said as he let go and fell into the green portal.

"NO!!!!" I screamed as I started up in a cold sweat and saw that I was in my room, "What happened?" I asked myself wiping the sweat of my face.

"You had a nightmare," a comforting voice said as I looked up and saw Poof, "I wish you would tell me about what he did to you," Poof said as I cracked a smile at his unintended joke. "You can't keep it bottled up inside," he said as I sighed.

"Maybe one day Poof but not now, it's too fresh in my mind," I said looking down, "how's Timmy doing?" I asked him changing the subject smiling somewhat.

"He's doing as well as can be expected, he's sleeping now and I have a friend looking after him," he said as my ghost sense went off.

"No!" I gasped in horror as I raced to window and looked out expecting to see Plasmius there waiting for me but there was nothing. "Get a grip Danni! It's probably just the Box Ghost again," I said as Poof smiled. "What?" I ask him as he tried not to laugh.

"Nothing, it's just that Box Moron is so stupid, does really think that he's scary with that 'I am Box Ghost, Beware!' nonsense?" he asked, "my dad's feet are scarier than him," he said as I laughed as his joke, that was one thing about Poof no matter he can bring a smile to my face.

Cardinal Borelli

"Why thank you Cardinal, let me say that as Pope my first act will be to excommunicate these modernist heretics and restore the…," I muttered to myself dreaming that I was elected Pope when I heard someone yell my name. "Uh...I'm here your Holiness," I said with a start as I peeked out from under my Galero to see Dexter staring at me.

"Borelli, I'm done with those prayers you wanted me to," the boy said looking exhausted. I studied him for a second trying to see if he was truly sorry for his sins.

"Very good, then you are absolved," I tell him as I adjust my hat and get up, "I think I better see just what Timothy has been studying before his mother took him out. "Dexter, would be so kind as to carry my books downstairs," I asked as he took the books and I walked down to the boy's room.

It has been years since I've seen the boy. I was just a monsignor at the time when Fiona called me to her house. The poor creature was possessed by a demon that took his voice and called me to perform the Rite of Exorcism over him.

His older brother had abandoned eternal salvation and committed the sin of suicide and in the lad's impressionable state Satan sent one of his accursed band to take the boy's voice. The rite took hours and my body and soul was exhausted after waging war with the Devil but I had cast the demon back to Hell (it was even more taxing as the fiend didn't give me his name which would have allowed me to take command of the spirit) but it was worth it. Now it seems once again from what Fiona told me that the enemy of God and man had returned to claim the boy.

"You know Timothy you can't possibly keep this up," I heard a voice inside talking to the boy, Dear Lord the Devil has made himself known to the boy and is no doubt trying to lure him to sin and condemnation but I will not allow the him to take his soul.

"Thank you, Dexter, you may go now," I said as I took the books from him and walked in the room, "Don't worry my child everything will be fine," I told Timothy as I opened the door and barged into the room.

"Cardinal Borelli, w...hat are you doing here?" he asked scared as I closed the door and came over to him. I could feel the demon tremble already knowing its hour has come.

"You're mother has asked me tutor you my boy, now where are you books?" I asked him as he showed me a pile of books on the nightstand. I picked one of them up and thumbed through it was filled with heresies and blasphemies of all kinds that I could stand to look for them second before I threw it to the grown and crossed myself and prayed for forgiveness. "Such…," I began to say massaging my temples, "you won't be studying that anymore but the teachings of the church," I said taking my copy of the Vulgate Bible to give it to him something on his clothes attracted my attention.

"What's wrong your Eminence," the boy asked as I looked at what appeared to be green slime.

"What is that on your clothes," I asked poitnign the stain as he became nervous and blathered something about getting Jell-O on his shirt. "Don't lie to me boy, I know what it, it's ectoplasm," I said as he began to grow scared. Now I knew the Devil returned, the boy wasn't attacked he summoned the Devil and now like his brother forsook salvation for power.

"I don't know what you mean, Car...," he said before I took his hand and pulled him off the bed.

"I want you to pray for forgiveness for your sins, recant whatever lies Satan as filled your mind, a promise the Lord that you will always be faithful for him," I said as he went down on his knees, "no wonder Satan clouds your mind, you have been practicing necromancy," I told him as I heard a knock at the door.

"Hey Card, mom wants to talk to you," Dexter's voice rang out as I rolled my eyes. That boy has no respect for a Prince of the Church if I had the time I would instruct him as well but right now Timothy was my concern.

"I'm coming," I said as I stood up and took my copy of Canon Law, "when I get back, I will administer penance for you," I told Timothy as I opened the door and walked back upstairs to talk to Fiona.

Clockwork

"Are you part of the tour group too?" the green fairy known as Cosmo asked blissfully as I sighed in frustration. "what time do we have to be ready?" he asked as I shook my head realizing that he will never understand what's going on.

"You have to forgive my father's counterpart, brains are not forte," the young Anti-Fairy said as Cosmo glared at him. He was still upset over what happened to his mother but was determine not to let it show.

I was about to say something when I saw a portal open and Dan's Anti-Fairy allies brought in a young boy with glasses. "Alright, alright, I'm going," the boy said with a British accent as he was shoved in the cell. He studied us carefully, "let me guess you got these blokes made as mad too?" he asked with a snicker.

"Hey cool it's James Bond, hey 007, what happened to your gadgets," Cosmo asked as his wife rolled her eyes. "Hey James, do the martini line, come say it!" he said excited as the boy shook his head.

"You must excuse my friend, intelligence isn't very bright," I tell him as I studied him carefully, "you are Taroku Toyaka are you not?" I asked examining him as he looked astonished. Even without my Time Staff I would recognize him anywhere.

"Are you some sort of psychic?" the child asked as I smiled, this would work to my advantage and allow me conceal Cosmo and Wanda's identity from him.

"Yes, I am…Tempus, master magician and these are my students," I said bowing as he looked skeptically before nodded.

"Can you tell me what the heck is going on?" he asked upset, "I'm getting out of here," he said as closed eyes and tried to transform but the ectoplasm was also blocking his powers. "Hey what gives, I can't change," he said running up to the front of the net but was electrocuted. "AHHH!" he screamed as he the force of the blast sent him crashing against the back wall. "That flame haired freak his going to pay," he said as I realized something- Dan didn't came back with the Anti-Fairies.

"The Ancients protect us," I muttered to myself knowing who is next target is and hoping that the Great One is strong enough to take on his dread foe.

Fiona

"Those miserable chuurui how dare they probably scarred my little koinu," I said as I sat down on the couch as Dexter came back into the room with the cardinal. That stupid woman trying to tell me what's best for Timothy, I bet she hasn't even met the boy. Now, if only I could get Taroku out of there as well.

While I was thinking I heard a familiar voice call out, "Fiona, how nice to see my amico," I looked up and saw Aldo standing in front of me. He was dressed in his traditional red vestments which made the gold pectoral cross hung around his neck stand out. His galero fastened under the chin and long tassels hanging from the sides hid his bespectacled gray eyes.

"Your eminence," I said starting feet so I could kneel before a Prince of the Church and kiss his ring, "I apologize for not being here when you arrived. I ran into some problems withdrawing Timmy from his old school," I said as he bid me to rise.

"I understand, in fact I would like to discus some things about with you," he said as I looked at him curiously. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble I just need to ask so I know how to proceed with the boy," he said holding out a hand.

"What do you want to know?" I ask him worriedly as he smiles warmly.

"Has Timothy ever been baptized?" he asks as I gasp that he would ask such a thing. Sophia always thought it 'sacrilegious' and a 'horrible sin' to have an illegitimate child receive the sacrament. She told me that if I knew what was best I would got dumped him on the streets to fend for himself.

"No, Sophie told it was sinful to have an illegitimate child to be baptized," I said as he looked at me shocked. "She said that children 'born out of sin' aren't able to be rec…," I told him before he stopped.

"That is…," he began to say until we heard a noise upstairs. "Che cosa…," he exclaimed and we raced upstairs and say Sophia and Tybalt fighting again.

"You bitter bat, I'll teach you to…," he began to until Borelli slammed his hand against the wall, "what are you doing you red robed snob?" he asked as held his temper the best he could. "Don't tell me you brought him here to wat…," he said until Sophia slapped him.

"Hold your tongue you imp, this is the pope's best friend," she scolded, "he's a prince of the faith…,"she went on until Borelli decided to break them up.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves," he said, "you're already an adulterer Tybalt, don't add to your guilt with the sin of wrath," Borelli said as Tybalt, red in the face pushed him to the ground before walking away.

"I'm so sorry, you're em…," I said as I got up and shook his head telling me he was fine and brushed it off. "She talks…," I began until I saw the door to Derek's room open. Just what I need now is for Borelli and Derek to get into a shouting match.

"Ah young Derek, how nice to see you," Borelli said trying to be nice but Derek just looked at him with contempt. "Is something wrong, child," the cardinal asks as Derek walks over to him.

"Listen you sciocco anziano, I'm not one of your subjects you can frighten with tales of fire and brimstone," he said walking down the steps ignoring the cardinal.

"God help that child," Borelli said to himself as I looked to the clock on the wall and noticed Blade was late in getting home. "Is something wrong Fiona?" he asked going up to me. "If it is the treatment I received at the hands of Tybalt and Derek, I assure that I take no hostility towards…," he said as I shook my head.

"It's Blade, something must have happened to him, he's not back yet," I explained as he understood, "he's never this late, " I explained panicked as the cardinal looked at me trying to calm me down.

"Relax, I'll help you look for him," he said as we went down the steps and head outside to began looking for poor Taroku.

Anacletus

"This is boring, why the heck does Vlad want us to watch this kid anyway?" Æsc asked annoyed. I don't blame him, I'm beginning think that whole moving things without touching just a trick of the eyes. "I say we ditch this place and…," he says as the door swings open and some drunken fool stumbles.

"I'll teach to you blab about things that don't concern you," he roared grabbing the child and throwing him to the ground before whacking him with a golf club. I had never seen such a brutal attack since Spanish Inquisition and even they gave you a chance to confess to avoid torture.

The child screamed and yelled trying to get away but the man kept pulling him back. It was about to get ugly when I heard a noise in my ear. "Oh great, my ears a ringing again," I moaned upset that my ears are going again.

"No, you insufferable birdbrain!" the boss' voice said as I activated the microphone to speak to him, "do you have anything on the Stryke kid?" he asked as I looked at the kid crawl back into his bed. "Well?" he demanded.

"No boss, this boring, it's not worth it," I said as I gulped hearing Vlad curse on the other end, "Not that…," I began to say nervously.

"Never mind, come back to the lab, I have another job for you," he said as I took of my fez and used the built in portal generator in it to go back to the boss' place.

When I arrived at the mansion I flew down to the lab as fast as I could, "what did you want to see for me," I said as I saw Vlad sitting in his chair reading something. He didn't even look up at me but just kept reading like I wasn't even here.

After about a second he finally looked up, "dear Anacletus, what took you so long," he said smiling.

"I'm 2008 years old, I'm moving as fast as I can, now what do you want?" I ask him growing a bit Impatient with this, Matlock will be on soon and I will not miss a moment of it.

"I think the time has come that Danielle's school mates learn the truth about her," he said writing something down on a piece of paper and stuffing it in an envelope. "Deliver this to the address on the front," he said giving it to me as I looked at him like he had lost.

"Hey what do I look some kind of carrier pigeon, I may have been alive when they used them during wars but I am not some one's…," I began to say as he growled telling me to take off with the message. "You got it," I said zooming out of there faster than anything.

Anti-Cosmo

"That man certainly takes after his namesake," I said tending to Timothy wounds. That rouge had inflicted a lot of damage to the boy which seems to be commonplace in this house from the looks of things. "Why on earth did he take it out on you?" I ask my counterpart's charge concerned.

"He hates me because I'm illegitimate," he says as I finish bandaging his head, "If it wasn't for stepmom he'd do worse," Timothy said as I shook my head in disgust, "what's wrong AC?" he asked seeing my expression.

"It's the way you're talking, you don't serious believe that swill that harpy feeds into your head," I asked him sternly. "You're a bright and kind child, I've looked over your godparent's file and…," I began to say as the door opened and a tall kid with brown hair came in. I could tell this was someone who wasn't to be taken lightly and transformed into a glass of water.

"D…D…erek," Timothy moaned as the other boy pulled a knife from his pocked and held to Stryke's neck. I tried to pay attention to what was going on but I couldn't focus and kept thinking about something else.

I can see an image in my mind, it's of Timothy but he was younger, nine I think. He's strapped to a bed trembling as the door open.

"How are you doing tonight Timothy," a voice asks as a tall man with brown hair and blue-grey eyes. He was dressed in a black cassock with purple trimming. A sash of the same hue wrapped around his waist- he was a Monsignor of the church and judging by the way he carried himself that he was probally a de numero.

"Good sir," the boy peeped out as the man knelt down and muttered something a strange language I couldn't understand. "When can I go home?" he asked as the man shook head and sighed.

"Not yet but soon," the man said standing up and signing a cross in front of him and leaving. I would have focused on the image if not for hearing another voice.

I shake my head and return to the present. Timothy is laying on the bed shaking in terror, "Are you all right boy?" I ask him worriedly trying to clear the cobwebs.

"It's just Derek; he terrifies me especially when talks about this one girl, Victoria, I think her name is. He says if I don't do what he says he have over to 'take care of me.' He says that very few of her victims make it out alive," he says as I shuddered there was something about that name that was eerily familiar and it wasn't a pleasant memory.