"With the drug that Polis had developed from the old formula," said Manguino while staring out of the window, "I thought that I would live forever."
He looked at Orren for a moment and thought about the remarkable resemblance he had to his father, the late Cardinal Allen.
"I do so love power. Anything that I wanted I would get, no matter what it was!" he said to Orren, then looked out of the window again.
Orren came closer to him.
"So are the benefits of having no one above you to be afraid of, Your
Grace." he told Manguino.
He laughed and with wet eyes he continued to speak in a soft voice while he rubbed his groin.
"Power is beautiful. If I demanded to someone to kiss my scrotum, it would be done. If I commanded someone to rub my refuse over themselves, or even to eat my refuse, it would be done."
Manguino's tone of speaking was soft and had a pleasurable quality about it, as if the imagery that he was conveying to Orren was pleasing to himself.
Orren felt disgusted but tried not to let it show, and he began to speak of something other than the fantasies that go with power.
"You do not have to worry about being overrun, Holiness!" he told
Manguino. "My army is out there ready to die for you, if necessary."