The Retaliation, Episode 1: The Inauguration

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IRRELIGIOUS, IRREVERENT, AND IRRELEVANT.

THE PEOPLE, PLACES, AND EVENTS CONTAINED IN ST MUCKYMUCK ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL.  ANY AND ALL RESEMBLANCES TO REAL PEOPLE, REAL PLACES, AND/OR REAL EVENTS PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.  

IN FACT, ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYTHING AT ALL WILL BE 

REMARKABLY COINCIDENTAL

 Saturday Nov 23^rd  St Mocheomoc’s Metropolitan Cathedral 3.17pm

It was a beautiful, crisp, sunny winter’s day in Kilcathclyde. The river Cathclyde shimmered in the low sun as the throngs of people gathered around the curial offices and outside the Cathedral itself to catch a glimpse of the new Archbishop. 

The closing bars of Ode to Joy resounded throughout St Mocheomoc’s Metropolitan Cathedral as the newly elevated Archbishop of Kilcathclyde, His Grace, Stefano di Tartuffo processed down the centre aisle of his Cathedral. He smiled serenely as he blessed the faithful crowded into the pews and those lining the side walls for his inaugural mass.

 “Ya beauty!” he crowed inwardly as he elbowed his way past the plebs, walking triumphantly towards the offices and into the Archbishop’s dining room for the sumptuous banquet he knew awaited him.

His words to Emma St Peters all those months ago echoed through his head. "For the Lord has made it known to me that I will be Archbishop by Advent..." The Lord was right.  Tomorrow was the first Sunday of Advent and here he was. Archbishop Tartuffo of Kilcathclyde. Praise Jesus!

He was followed closely behind by his friend and newly promoted Bishop, Marco Black, formerly Monsignor Black of St Kevoc’s, Teithmen.  In return for Black’s help to remove The Biscuit, he had promised the Monsignor the Bishopric of Teithmen – he had no use for it any longer.  He glanced backwards at Marco and did a swift double-take.  Was that mascara he was wearing......? 

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