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The
camerlegno
turned
to
him
,
surprised
by
the
pain
in
his
voice
.
Certainly
Mortati
could
understand
.
Headlines
carried
science
’
s
miracles
every
day
.
How
long
had
it
been
for
religion
?
Centuries
?
Religion
needed
a
miracle
!
Something
to
awaken
a
sleeping
world
.
Bring
them
back
to
the
path
of
righteousness
.
Restore
faith
.
The
preferiti
were
not
leaders
anyway
,
they
were
transformers
—
liberals
prepared
to
embrace
the
new
world
and
abandon
the
old
ways
!
This
was
the
only
way
.
A
new
leader
.
Young
.
Powerful
.
Vibrant
.
Miraculous
.
The
preferiti
served
the
church
far
more
effectively
in
death
than
they
ever
could
alive
.
Horror
and
Hope
.
Offer
four
souls
to
save
millions
.
The
world
would
remember
them
forever
as
martyrs
.
The
church
would
raise
glorious
tribute
to
their
names
.
How
many
thousands
have
died
for
the
glory
of
God
?
They
are
only
four
.
"
The
preferiti
,
"
Mortati
repeated
.
"
I
shared
their
pain
,
"
the
camerlegno
defended
,
motioning
to
his
chest
.
"
And
I
too
would
die
for
God
,
but
my
work
is
only
just
begun
.
They
are
singing
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
!
"
The
camerlegno
saw
the
horror
in
Mortati
’
s
eyes
and
again
felt
confused
.
Was
it
the
morphine
?
Mortati
was
looking
at
him
as
if
the
camerlegno
himself
had
killed
these
men
with
his
bare
hands
.
I
would
do
even
that
for
God
,
the
camerlegno
thought
,
and
yet
he
had
not
.
The
deeds
had
been
carried
out
by
the
Hassassin
—
a
heathen
soul
tricked
into
thinking
he
was
doing
the
work
of
the
Illuminati
.
I
am
Janus
,
the
camerlegno
had
told
him
.
I
will
prove
my
power
.
And
he
had
.
The
Hassassin
’
s
hatred
had
made
him
God
’
s
pawn
.
"
Listen
to
the
singing
,
"
the
camerlegno
said
,
smiling
,
his
own
heart
rejoicing
.
"
Nothing
unites
hearts
like
the
presence
of
evil
.
Burn
a
church
and
the
community
rises
up
,
holding
hands
,
singing
hymns
of
defiance
as
they
rebuild
.
Look
how
they
flock
tonight
.
Fear
has
brought
them
home
.
Forge
modern
demons
for
modern
man
.
Apathy
is
dead
.
Show
them
the
face
of
evil
—
Satanists
lurking
among
us
—
running
our
governments
,
our
banks
,
our
schools
,
threatening
to
obliterate
the
very
House
of
God
with
their
misguided
science
.
Depravity
runs
deep
.
Man
must
be
vigilant
.
Seek
the
goodness
.
Become
the
goodness
!
"
In
the
silence
,
the
camerlegno
hoped
they
now
understood
.
The
Illuminati
had
not
resurfaced
.
The
Illuminati
were
long
deceased
.
Only
their
myth
was
alive
.
The
camerlegno
had
resurrected
the
Illuminati
as
a
reminder
.
Those
who
knew
the
Illuminati
history
relived
their
evil
.
Those
who
did
not
,
had
learned
of
it
and
were
amazed
how
blind
they
had
been
.
The
ancient
demons
had
been
resurrected
to
awaken
an
indifferent
world
.
"
But
…
the
brands
?
"
Mortati
’
s
voice
was
stiff
with
outrage
.
The
camerlegno
did
not
answer
.
Mortati
had
no
way
of
knowing
,
but
the
brands
had
been
confiscated
by
the
Vatican
over
a
century
ago
.
They
had
been
locked
away
,
forgotten
and
dust
covered
,
in
the
Papal
Vault
—
the
Pope
’
s
private
reliquary
,
deep
within
his
Borgia
apartments
.
The
Papal
Vault
contained
those
items
the
church
deemed
too
dangerous
for
anyone
’
s
eyes
except
the
Pope
’
s
.
