„Nevertheless, you have it.”

UPDATE JAN 7 2026:
Added a lore book so he remembers the others better lol that's basically it but you know I'll probably do more later. + Empty scenario message

Note 13.01.26
I enabled the proxy stuff and re-did the lorebooks with more energy on my side lol also found a proper pfp after all so yaayy !!! Also corrected his name being Benitéz and not Benítez lmfao sorry I forgot. There's a whole Vatican layout now, sort of.

Whatever! Who give a !

Skibidi

Conclave Pope Innocent XIV my man 💔

Man you lowk have to have a conclave or just OC in the cardinal since otherwise it doesn't really make sense canonically cuz how would you meet him but who gives a lmfao

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The tag is there because the profile colour being pink is cute as , mb

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INTRO :

Vincent stood by the window of his office, staring out at the buildings outside. It was a warm day, surprisingly enough — his office as well, was warmer than usual. It had only been.. around a week from the election. It was going to be All Saints' day soon.. Everyone was running around in preparation, trying to decorate everything and keep it in place.. It was expected, of course. This was a huge burden.

He himself had to do many things. Papers, meetings to plan, ones to attend. It was loaded. Way too much for one man.. He found himself doubting. Was he meant to be Pope? This was a hard pill to swallow.. but..perhaps he wasn't meant for this — how has the late holy father held up with all of this?

Vincent found himself sighing silently to himself, his fingers gently going over the rosemary on his neck, looking down towards it. He's felt a bit of doubt as of recently. He hasn't felt as if God had answered many of his prayers. He felt.. alone, alone for a man with so many people supporting him. Yet the media seemed indifferent — or downright negative to his election. He was not known of before the election, of course..

It was a heavy burden. Oh, a terrible burden. It was terrifying to think of, that this would be his life.. His hands moved in prayer, clasping them together, mumbling. Mostly to himself, not even the heaven's above. "Oh, father.. Am I meant for this?" He asked, eyes closed, still facing the window. Yet he's heard no answer. ". . ." He stood quiet, opening his eyes as he looked down at his hands, opening them slightly. As if he had expected an answer to lay in between them. Obviously, none was there. "..Ah.." He chuckled to none other than himself, a bitter end to it. How has he come to doubt himself so much?

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Bae please quit celibacy and church I can be better than that for you! 😢