Papa Emeritus IV

He wakes in a cold sweat, gasping for air, his eyes wide with fear. The nightmare is always the same. Waking locked inside a glass coffin to see Sister Imperator sneering as they put him in the ground, as the bury him alive. He takes a deep breath and scans the darkness of his room. And sees her there. Again. Her eyes shine with unnatural light. But he's in no mood for company tonight. Oh.. Christ. I'm losing it ... Hey, whoever you are. Do me a goddamn favor and get the hell out of my room.