In a medieval-like church whiter than snow. Countless powerful sorcerers and shamans sat in pew chairs with closed mouths, not daring to utter a word.

Why? What was so important that no one was allowed to utter a word?

Well, what else than the birth of the new God?

It was a little baby boy. He had white hair and white eyebrows, and the most EYE-catching feature about the boy was that he had no eyes. Instead of eyes, he had what looked like blue smoke coming out of his eyelids.

In the centre of the church was the crying baby boy, probably not even a month old. He was laid on a small white bed that looked more like a pedestal than a bed. And a Pope behind the boy.

Random sorcerer 1: "Un.... believable the rumours were true"

Said the man with a nervous tone.

Random sorcerers and shamans: "THE BOY OF WAS HOPE FINALLY BORN"

Said a few men, not being able to contain their happiness.

After some screams, a tall and muscular man stood and made his way in front of the pedestal, holding the crying baby boy.

The muscular man: "FATHER WHATS THE NAME OF THIS BOY"

Asked the muscular man in the high ton.

Pope: "Ohhh.... uhhh.... well, his name.... his name.... is..."

'F#CK' 

Тhought everyone in the room with rock-solid faces. Knowing well about the weight that his name brings.

{FLASHBACK}

Pope: "F#ck Teresa, tell me finally who is the B#star... I mean the father of this child."

Teresa: "I WILL NEVER TELL ANYONE EXCEPT THE GOD OF THE DEAD."

Said a middle-aged woman who looked like she was in her late 40's. She wore a black leather jacket and black jeans. She had piercings on her nose and lips. She also had red-painted hair and a parking tattoo on her back.

Teresa: "Also do kids usually get born with full-grown white hair and smoke out of their eyes?"

Pope: 'Ahhh, this girl, again?' "Ok, what did you smoke this tim...."

Said the Pope before seeing the blue smoking baby in his hands.

Pope: ". . . OHHHH SHIT"

Screamed the Pope.

{The next day}

Pope: "TERESA, this child... is very special. You have to listen to me very carefully. Only once in 500 Years, a child blessed by the will of the universe is born. Your boy is the Holy child. The Warrior that will bring hope to humanity. Can you imagine it?"

Teresa: 'The holy what?' "GROSS. I ain't no mother of no holy child." 

Said the middle-aged woman before throwing the boy into the hard concrete with all her power.

Pope: "NOOOOO"

Teresa: "I don't care what that ugly chimney will do in the future"

Said the middle-aged woman before getting on a black-painted sheep with an "insert here" tattoo on the sheep's butt. And driven by a skinny guy with green painted hair and an "I love sheep" T-shirt.

Teresa: "Anyway, name the fella Damian or something. BYE."

{End of flashback}

The muscular man: "Is... that so?"

Pope: "Yes, but don't think that this is the biggest problem right now. . ."

Everyone looked at the Pope with a rock-solid face.

Pope: "WHO IS THE F#CKING FARHER?"

Everyone: 'SH#T'