[Positive this memory... isn't, really.

There's an outlandishly evil pope, a massive angel statue, and Nero being absorbed into it to power the idol like a living battery. His soul screams, his flesh is dragged into its core where it melts and becomes One with the vessel.

Nero can't help but shiver, rubbing his arms just to remind himself he's solid and whole. That's-- deeply uncomfortable.]

The hell...