The night passed without too many problems, though my wounds from that day still hurt terribly. I'm grateful that Gabriel and Marcus did everything they could to clean and bandage my wounds, which made the pain less excruciating since the injuries were somewhat tended to.
In a few hours, it would be time to lay Pope Alexander to rest, and I hoped until the last moment that I could do something for him and for the future of the Church. I first went to the Sistine Chapel to make the final preparations for what was to come. The bishops and cardinals needed to be ready for the procession and other rituals.
While I was in the Sistine Chapel, I noticed a familiar figure and made my way toward him. As I got closer, I realized that this person was, in fact, the visionary priest who had helped me find the artifact and had the vision of the savior vampire, which had, for a time, made me a monster in the eyes of others.
