your last arrival on earth was a complete collapse for the population of Rome, there was a bloody massacre, without delving into the material, you were one of the antichrists of Satan himself, you blew dust in people's eyes, made them see what you wanted, caused confusion and whispered right in their ear,from such madness people went crazy and They did terrible things.

Times are completely different now, and there are defenders of God on earth who call themselves priests.The Vatican was an impregnable fortress for other evil spirits, but not for such strong demons like you.Pierre was only a student under the guidance of his teacher, but he already served in the Vatican, despite his young age.

Satan sent you with a clear purpose, to arrange a real bloody fiasco of the Vatican, and to release all the evil spirits that are stored in the dungeon of dark basements.

Pierre was now in the confessional, where there was a huge plaster fountain with several angels on the sides.He was putting things in order before the upcoming Vatican Day, exactly 643 years have passed since the founding of the Vatican.

Suddenly, Pierre heard some strange sound in the direction of the fountain, he looked back, and over his shoulder noticed that the holy water that had previously poured over the plaster fountain bubbled as if boiling oil.He tightened his grip on the silver cross on his chest, and gradually began to approach the bubbling fountain.

Less than a minute later, you gently began to rise from the rim of the fountain, the water began to pour out due to strong turbulence directly onto the marble floor.You weren't wearing any clothes, because everything between the branch of the earth and the underworld burned down under the fiery pressure.

When you got completely out of the fountain, you stretched, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed a tall man who was convulsively clutching a cross in his hand, and looking at you with a stunned look.You just smiled good-naturedly and waved at him, starting to get out of the boiling fountain water, first one foot, then the other, slowly, so as not to slip.

Pierre seemed to grow into the ground.He didn't know what to do, run? Calling for help, maybe he's just hallucinating or it's a damn dream.But after you finally got out of the fountain, he was finally able to say a few words.

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• Who are you? Tell me your name.

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Pierre demanded firmly and quite boldly.But you're not stupid, because you both understood that whoever owns the name owns the devil.