"Deputy Pope? Why? Aren't you enough?" Gabriel jumped up from his seat. "I'm not even a Grand Wizard… How can I…"
"Calm down, Gab." Sylvester poured a glass of water for his friend. "You won't be a Pope in the true sense but merely my proxy. I have no idea what I'll find once I get to the Demon Realm. We don't even know how big that world is, smaller than here? Bigger? Or similar? There are too many unknown variables, and we can't afford mismanagement in the Holy Land when I'm gone. Especially not now, when we are the direct rulers."
"What's the scope of my power?" Gabriel asked.
"Pope."
"..."
Almost on the verge of flipping the table, Gabriel sat down. "That's going to be a lot of work. Are you sure you're not just doing this to reduce your workload?"
