The pope was beyond upset, he had heard the most messed up news. This century has ever had the pleasure of presenting.
Pope: a. Franco blessed a Franco of all things. It would appear God has a sense of humor.
He miter to himself as he sat at his desk staring in his face while the nun and priester stood before his desk trying their best not to sit down before he gave them permission
Pope: and you are sure that it was xirol.
The priest nodded he pulled the book out from his side and presented it before the pope.
Priest: it would appear so unfortunately My book speaks of the Angels gossips. They speak of the Angel who abstains from blessing and his champion being the thing he hates the most.
The pope placed his hands down on the desk.
Pope: it could just be a sinner. He hates those.
The priest shook his head.
Priest: that is true but any angel can tell you he hates Franco's the most.
Pope: this can't be happening.
Nun: I don't get it. Franco's are the descendants of the primo that bank got from the council of life, right? What's the big deal.
The father looked to the girl with with anger but realizing her mental disposition he except she just doesn't know.
Priest: You're too young to get it. It's just a well-known fact where there is a crime you know of. Franco is involved where there is sin. You know a Franco is around. It's just in their nature to be evil and now one of them has somehow weaseled their way into a blessing.
Nun: come on. There's got to be a few good ones out there. I mean an angel chose one to give. Give his Blessing.
Priest: you are a fool but what else is now? There's no such thing as a good Franco only an agreeable one. They just don't see the world the way others do instead of right and wrong. They only see it gains and is it worth it?.
Pope: honestly the only good Franco is a dead one. Anyways, we have our hands full. Trying to figure out what exactly I need as many blessed as we can on the ground. Looking for it. Our newfound stray if any, even more people, making it a priority to find the person who will wield xirol's artifact if the blessed is already here, that means God's already dropped it by now. So whoever has it is our best option to keep this under control.
With those words the two United and left the Pope's office.
On the other side of town Michelle watches her body sleeps as she stands there like a ghost she's growing rather concerned after they managed to get away from the scene. They found themselves at the edge of town where a few abandoned buildings were located. Her body was able to set up camp at an asylum that still had mattresses that hadn't been commandeered by the homeless. Of course, after that the body procedure just passed out and hasn't woken up yet. It's near the afternoon.
Too many things are now on her mind one. She's now hired by an Angel to do his bidding and judging by his own job and obsession. Murder is definitely on his mind and there's the fire. Depending on if her father's men join your investigation or not, they might not believe she's dead and then she's also out of money when she was drugged last night. Her father come endeared her things. She's surprised the nuns of it was not to taken as well. He probably just did it as a way to flex his hubris or as a show of respect her still being his child.
As she pondered these thoughts watching her body sleep feathers came in from the window a scowl formed on her face as she turned what she was expecting was xirol assumably checking in on her but she did indeed find an Angel. Just not the one she was expecting. This wouldn't appeared to be a type of cherub wearing a small business suit and flipping throw pages in a book.
Michelle: you are.
The angel didn't bother to look up carefully flipping through pages one after another scanning through them for information.
Rondo: rondo's the name bookkeeping the game.
Michelle: you mean to tell me that heaven has a market.
Rondo: yes indeed. Saints and sinners are the name of the game we got to make sure we're keeping those numbers by the pinch. If we got too many saints it will Rock the curve and we'll have to open up the gates but two little sayings and we might have to start adjusting our standards. Meaning people are going to hell if you catch my meaning.
She pretended to care
Michelle: okay and what brings you here.
Rondo look at her for a bit.
Rondo: word on the street is your xirol's your right hand man or woman who cares thing is I got permission to talk to you and see if you can help me out with something someone is out there trying to get the sinner's curve to jump and if that happens. Like I said, we have to open up the pearly gates and that's not going to be pretty. I need you to find out who.
Michelle: no I'm sure you're aware me and him have an understanding. He keeps my name off his list. I kill whoever when his life is pissing him off me and you have no such arrangement.
A chair up on about her words and scratched his head at it for a moment.
He was about to say something but that allowed growl comes from her body. They both looked at the body laying on the bed. She opened her eyes then rubbed her stomach. She then started to Pat around her body.
Rondo: what she doing?
Michelle: probably looking for for money so likely she's hungry after sleeping for so long.
The body stopped patting and look sad. Then she suddenly remembered something and ran off since. Michelle couldn't be too far from her body. She was dropped along with her. And Angel feeling ignored. Flew afterthem.
Rondo: hey, I'm not I'm done talking here.
Michelle: sorry but since she's decided that on businesses elsewhere.
Rondo: and where is that.
Michelle looked around taking any in the scenery of the directions she's heading.
Michelle: judging by the direction, it's likely that Dyna work I was at before all this started.
The cherub only nodded and followed along.
When they arrived at the diner her body was staring down the lady at the register.
Waitress: can I help you?
She's got a bit anxious just looking at Michelle's appearance. Her skin was pale. Her hair had patches of white. She still had the iron crown stuck to her skull. That was more confused to her skin from the electricity and her feeling complexion was doing nothing for her. Most people would have mistakened her for an undead.
Michelle's body: raaa uh sash.
The waitress looked at her confused and the body stopped speaking realizing she had no control over her vocal cords. The body then looked to Michelle in the soul. Who clicked her tongue in frustration? She then eyed the pinning ion the waitress's hair and the notepad in her earbra and swiped both.
Waitress: what the?
She was startled by the second movement above the pinion notepad but even more so by the two floating without anything controlling it they then turn to or what the words written on it is Dawn around Tell him Michelle's here.