In the heart of the corrupted church, under the flickering light of occult candl
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In the heart of the corrupted church, under the flickering light of occult candles, sits a gaunt, ugly old pope, his figure draped in black pope regalia adorned with skulls. He pores over an ancient book, his lips moving silently with the forbidden incantations. Beside him, a formidable figure stands guard – a woman clad only in a skull bikini, her hand gripping a whip with an air of deadly grace. The tension in the air is palpable, a twisted sanctity pervading the space, as shadows dance along the walls, whispering secrets long buried.
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In the heart of the corrupted church, under the flickering light of occult candles, sits a gaunt, ugly old pope, his figure draped in black pope regalia adorned with skulls. He pores over an ancient book, his lips moving silently with the forbidden incantations. Beside him, a formidable figure stands guard – a woman clad only in a skull bikini, her hand gripping a whip with an air of deadly grace. The tension in the air is palpable, a twisted sanctity pervading the space, as shadows dance along the walls, whispering secrets long buried.
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