In an especially made conference room, inside of the now Palace of Judea, 3 men, two in religious robes and one in and business suit, were meeting. The 2 men in religious uniforms were the Bishop of Swor, Dwight, and the Bishop of Ker, Gregor. both were member of the Church of the Great God..
Dwight was a man in his early 60s. He had gray hair and a calming aura. He was born in a baron family, as the second son. He went to church at age 18. He was a true believer and only saw the church as a way to help the needy. Since the church didn't had an obligatory chastity vote, Dwight had a wife and one son, who had 20 years, and would, in the near future, marry his now fiancee.
Gregor, in other hand, was a shrewd man. He was in his middle 30s, had a violent and oppressive aura, and liked to command. He was known to be a playboy. He was the true personification of corruption. The only reason that he received the position was because his uncle was the now deceased general Paulo.
The fact that the man he needed to negotiate now was not only the killer of one of his family members, but also jeopardized his position, didn't really help on how he treated the King of Judea.
"You must give us compensation! You and your bunch of bastards are wrecking apart the sheer authority of God! Reverse it NOW!!" Gregor said, in a rage of fury, while slamming his hand on the table the 3 of them were seated.
Dwight could only sigh upon this scene. Just as he was about to intervene, Isaac started to answer back upon Gregor. "If I'm not mistaken, your church, although not imposing the celibacy, it still thinks that an individual shall remain faithful to his or her partner, that oneself shall not drown in desire, and that someone shall not immorally accumulate wealth. He might accumulate it, but he shall do such without dishonoring others. Can you say you did all of these?"
Gregor was now sweating bullets. He was adulterous, lustful, power hungry, and he organized an illegal prostitution ring in the underworld. Actually, he, because of an extremely long list of crimes, could actually be beheaded several times, under the laws of both Ker and Judea. Judea approved the use of death penalty, but only in extremely nefarious cases, and only on federal crimes, not regional ones. The only reason his head was intact until this moment was because of his uncle, who protected him.
Seeing that the man was about to do something that could get him killed, Dwight intervened and said, with a very hoarse voice. "Brother Gregor, I think you should wait outside." Seeing that he could really die, Gregor followed the advice.
Now that the third wheel was gone, the conversation could go smoothly.
"Good morning, your majesty. you may already now me, but let me present myself. I am the bishop of Swor, Dwight Carlyle." Dwight said in a serene tone.
"Very nice to meet you, Mr. Dwight. If I'm not mistaken, you called for this meeting because of some of my policies, am I correct?"
"Partially, yes. We, the member of the church, would like to know what are the limits f what you are planning."
"I see. Well, I have 2 great objectives I want: the separation of religion and state, and religious freedom. Seeing that you are a moderate, I think that we could work together for benefits on both sides."
Even though this wasn't what the church really wanted, it was better than just losing everything. Considering this, Dwight gave a nod of acceptance.
"Excellent." Isaac said with a smile "So, from our side, we want that the church accept religious tolerance, that the church doesn't meddle in the State, and that the church conducts an internal cleansing of 'unwanted individuals'. This is what the government wants. What we offer, in return? We can pay salaries for the priests and other religious professions, like nuns, and we won't obligate the church to pay taxes, including over the money gained with the sell of indulgences and donations. Lastly, over the promise the church won't interfere with the State, the State will not interfere with the church."
Dwight fell in deep thought. Although they were getting less than what they were giving, considering the options, it wasn't the end of the world. So, after deep consideration, he said. "Thank you for your cooperation, your majesty. Personally, I would accept right now these terms. However, I such decision can only be approved by an archbishop or higher."
"Please, take your time. While we wait for the response, we leave the standing situation. Is that acceptable?" Isaac said with a sincere smile.
"Of course!"
"Excellent." Isaac said with a happy expression "Now, how about we have lunch together? I would like to inquire about your church and your view on how the country should work."
"Thank you, your majesty. I would gladly accept this invitation."
"Excellent" With that said, both men got out of the room, and went to the dining room. Dwight Carlyle, after this encounter and trough many years of effort, would become one of the leading figures in the church, and the primary representative of religion in Judea. But this story will be told in the future.
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"I told you. He doesn't want to go against your religions, He only wants to be left alone." A man in black suit, tie, shoes, gloves, and shirt, together with black hair and black sclerae put together with red irises, said, while looking in a projection.
He was inside of a completely white room. He was drinking tea silently, but he wasn't alone. Other 10 entities were there. Only the Devil, an old woman, and a man that appeared to be in his late 80s had a defined physical form.
"That is not the point here. You called him here without us knowing. This is a breach on the agreement we made so many eons ago." Said one of the undefined forms.
"Please, it take us millennia to agree on anything. We don't have the luxury of time this time." The Devil refuted.
Another one of the undefined forms continued "It doesn't matter whether we have time or not. WE made these rules for them to be FOLLOWED. If they aren't, retaliations will be made."
The Devil then became serious. He put down his tea cup, and started to transform in something monstrous. His clothes became one with shadow, and he lost his physical form. He became the dark. His blood red eyes were clear, giving the felling of the abyss staring at you, to destroy, to eat, to kill. "Do not forget: I am more than capable of dealing with all of you at once." He said, in a dark and deep voice. All of the undefined entities shrieked.
"Calm Down." The old woman said. "But he is right. We don't have enough time. The cult has already started their plans. That grows more powerful by the day. We must have someone on the grown to maintain it at check."
"Seeing the movements of the cult, I can't help but agree. We must try not interfere with that human. I support the plan laid by our comrade. Shall we put this on vote?" For the first time, the old man said something.
With the situation put through voting, the results were clear: 7 pro plan, 4 against the plan.
"With these results, the human from another world shall continue with his ventures." The old man announced.
Soon after, one after the another, the entities started to disappear from the room, until only the Devil was left inside.
"Well played, well played…" He muttered, looking at the projection of Isaac's face.