Lucas all but choked on the tea he was sipping on when he heard the piece of information, taking all of his will to not spit it out from the emotions he was feeling right there and then. He felt his skin crawl at the thought of that awful woman on top of his prone, unconscious form. Her body pressed against his as she shoved her tongue into his mouth while Father Frollo's corpse was three feet away from them...<br/><br/>"Lord," he said, making the sign of the cross. He shoved the teacup away from him, his form showing that he was shaking from the revelation. He gripped<em>Fides</em>' hilt for dear life, wondering how he could close his eyes to sleep when all he would see is most likely her.<br/><br/>"New York," he repeated under his breathe, looking up at the The Archive. "New York... she's there. After all this time, she's there? I should have known. " Lucas' eyes flashed when he heard the murders, his jaw set once more. "Murders? Darn... how many of those poor souls were found? Do you have an address of where she lives perhaps?"<br/><br/><strong><em>Meanwhile, in the Vatican as this takes place...</em></strong><br/><br/>Pope Pius IX looked at the bickering priests, deacons and bishops bickering before him around the table and shook his head. He was honestly too old for this, truly. Blessed Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca, as always, was trying to calm everyone down just so he could not waste his voice. His throat has been parched and sore nearly the entire day and he couldn't raise it at all.<br/><br/>Carlo finally had everyone settled down, going back to his side like a faithful watch dog. "Thank you," he said. Carlo just nodded in reply, saying it was an honor. Pius now looked at the crowd before him, readying himself for this tiresome cycle he will have yet again.<br/><br/>"People," he said, his voice coming out in pathetic wheezes and coughs. He hasn't been feeling well for the past few days and his physician claimed it was just a simple cold. "We are here today to discuss about the matters of the rightful owner of the<em>Fides</em>, which is currently held by the Knight Templar Lucas Carpenter."<br/><br/>"We should get it back from that boy immediately," one priest predictably announced, slamming his fist on the surface of the wooden table. "A sword of great power like that should not be in the hands of such an ignorant child."<br/><br/>"The Knight is all but ignorant," one of the deacons said, defending the man. "But he is troubled at the moment. He has been obsessed with finding the killer of Father Frollo for months. The sword could be a dangerous weapon for a child that is letting his heart be led by his fury, Pius. We should give it back to the original owners of the sword until he has learned to calm himself of his emotions."<br/><br/>"No," one of the bishops said. "If we do that, we will be giving it back to the Kane family for Father Frollo has no more relatives and he claimed his ancestors were given to it by the Solomon Kane. Are you willing to give<em>Fides</em>to those scoundrels? The ones who turned their backs on God?"<br/><br/>"Well, we can't keep it for ourselves, can we? It is not ours and we have no right to seize and take it. It will break one of the Laws we swore with the other Courts and Councils."<br/><br/>"But it is has one of the nails of the Cross smited into the very blade it self. It is the reason why it even has its' powers in the first place. It is very well ours."<br/><br/>"But not in word, Father Foothill," another said.<br/><br/>And the bickering began in a full circle once more. Pius sighed, slumping in his chair as he looked at the men wearily as they argued over the<em>Fides</em>. This will be a long meeting, that's all he knew.