Ah, yes, your eyes do not decieve you. Dan Brown's novel has a fanfiction...and it involves some Pokemon. Why? Because I have New Plotline Syndrome. :P
Pushing that aside, this fic is based on Angels and Demons, but strays from the original book's total plotline and message. I've combined original characters from the book, other series, and my own characters to create a little different atmosphere. Plus, I have made the title literal. Think about that as you read.
Pokemon figure in lightly. If you haven't read my former fics, most of my main characters are Aquapolian, half human and half Pokemon. They have a human body, but Pokemon elements and powers. They look exactly like humans, but wear a pendent around their necks to set them apart. Aquapolis is an island set south of Japan in the real world, including in this story.
Other than Aquapolians, I have incorporated six legendary Pokemon and other original Pokemon characters into the story. I know what you're thinking: it's going to be...wild and weird.
Note to those who have read the book and seen the movie: I have changed the names of several characters. I've mostly based this off of the movie (I'm currently reading the book), so I've mixed up the names of original characters:
The camerlengo- I've kept his movie backstory and name, Patrick McKenna. It serves my purposes much better.
Cardinal Mortati- Cardinal Strauss in the movie, but I've kept his book name cuz I like it better. :P
Commander Olivetti- Of the Swiss Guard...I changed it to Richter. Is that in the movie? I don't remember.
So...let's do this!
“Let’s talk about religion,” the professor said, turning on the overhead powerpoint projector. “From the beginning of its recorded history, Aquapolis has retained a monotheistic religion. Strangely enough, when the ambassadors from Aquapolis reached the Mid-East around 1000 B.C., they discovered that they worshipped the same god as the Hebrews did. This, however did not make them Jewish. They had different customs, but still followed the laws and commandments of the Hebrew god.”
After the death of Christ, Aquapolis underwent a rapid transition to become the first official Christian state in the world. In fact, it was a Christian state within two decades of Christ’s death. As time went on, Aquapolis became a Protestant state, separated mostly from the Catholic Church until the 1100’s.”
The professor turned to his computer, and with the click of a button, a sky view of the Vatican appeared on the screen. Tiny sparks of recognition filled some of his students’ eyes. These same students, of course, were the ones who actually knew what the Vatican was. Their classmates either slept or stared at the picture blankly, waiting for him to go on. He sighed. Why couldn’t he have more Aquapolian kids in his class these days? Human kids were starting to look boring in comparison with the bright minded and fresh-faced Aquapolians.
Snapping briefly out of his daydream, he pointed with a flourish to the screen. “Believe it or not, since the twelfth century, there has been an Aquapolian cardinal off and on inside the Vatican. Of course, there have been no Aquapolian popes.” No KNOWN Aquapolian popes, that is. “Depending on who the pope was at the time, the Aquapolian cardinal was either shunned or embraced by the church. The longest period of exclusion from the church came during the Renaissance.”
Again, some sparks of recognition, mostly from the Aquapolians. Seriously, how had these human students graduated from high school? Some of them must have been asleep. He grinned inwardly. Once he reached the most interesting part of his lecture, he would turn heads.
“During the Renaissance, many intellectuals were questioning the church’s validity on certain scientific subjects. The most famous of these subject cases was Galileo Galili’s famous declaration that our solar system is heliocentric.” As a picture of Galileo flashed on screen, he skipped over explaining what “heliocentric” meant. That was what dictionaries were for. “As the church faced attacks from this group of intellectual’s, it started to become paranoid about the presence of Aquapolians. Some intellectuals were questioning the validity of the claim that, like humans, Aquapolians were created by the Christian god. Not only were they about to question the church, they were about to question Christianity itself. That was when the Aquapolian cardinal was shown the door until the eighteenth century.”
Another picture flicked onto the screen, depicting a grand temple in the ancient Greek style that stood polished and neat in the center of a huge clearing. “The Aquapolian church kept to itself until the Catholic Church invited the Aquapolian cardinal once again into the church. The past few popes, including the recently deceased one, have openly embraced Aquapolis and its customs and traditions…including…”
This was it. He pressed a button on his laptop and a splendid Renaissance-era painting filled the screen. Many of the human students gasped, while the Aquapolians sat, their attention fully on this familiar face.
An angel adorned the painting, tall, golden blonde, and robed in white. There was something about her appearance that both comforted and warned. She clutched the Holy Bible in her left hand, the book opened to some unknown passage in the text. In her right hand was a powerful sword, adorned with Aquapolian crystals all along its hilt. She gripped it with experience, as if she could face any enemy and cut him in two.
Most striking were her eyes. Aquapolian crystal was a rare stone found only in Aquapolis from which all Aquapolian pendants worn by the people were made. No one on Earth had the same color eyes as this angel, a prophecy silently sought out by even many humans in academia. Her eyes were brilliant, sparking with intelligence and fierceness. This was no peaceful angel. She was one worthy to fight at the head of God’s army. If only the professor believed such things were true. He was one of the few of his kind very doubtful…
“The legend of the Chosen One is thousands of years old, dating back to the origin of the Aquapolian race. The legend told of a great war between the powers of land and sea and of an angel descending to quell the fighting. Another prophecy tells us that the Chosen One will return in the future to stop another cataclysmic war from destroying the Aquapolian and human races. She is, in essence, an angel, but the Catholic Church has always shied away from the fact of an angel being so predominant in the Aquapolian church. She’s not worshipped, but many fear that she is raised to almost goddess standard in the church.”
The professor sighed. “Whether or not she is accepted, these prophecies can mean disaster for all if they come true in the future.”
The halls were too dark for his taste. Everything in his life had seemed to grow shrouded in darkness for the past month. Since the pope’s seat had become vacated, he had become restless, continuously pacing the Vatican halls, waiting for a sign that all was well.
He knew all was not well. He could feel the convergence of shadow inside the city of Rome. Suspicious Aquapolians roamed the streets, several even coming up to observe the Vatican steps, as if surveying the land. None of the other cardinals would listen to his suspicions…except for Cardinal Mortati, the Polish cardinal. Though Mortati believed that something was wrong, he continued to tell Reed that circumstances were not as dark as he believed they were.
“My friend, it is quite late. Are you having trouble sleeping again?”
He turned as Mortati slipped down the hall towards where he stood in front of one of the floor to ceiling windows that decorated the side wall. Mortati was at least five years older than he was, with a wizened, wrinkled face and a shock of white hair. He looked away from the cardinal’s icy blue eyes, his one dark blue ones swinging back to the window.
“The night is growing darker. I fear it may be time…to speak to the camerlengo about this.”
Mortati sighed. “We have yet to experience any trouble from this darkness. Maybe it is time for you to visit home again and…”
“The monks at the Cave of Origin are as on edge as I am,” he snapped back. “Something is coming.”
Mortati looked away. He didn’t know what to do with the Aquapolian cardinal, but he knew what must be done if his suspicions were right. “Maybe…it is best for you to speak to the camerlengo about this…”
“About what, cardinal?”
Both cardinals turned as a much younger man strode into the hall. He was dressed much plainer than the two older man, shrouded in a black shrift while the two cardinals were dressed in the elaborate red and white of the concave. He had dark brown hair and dark green eyes, intelligent, but reserved. Mortati looked from him back to the Aquapolian cardinal.
“Padre, Cardinal Reed believes he must speak to you about his recent…suspicions. If you may excuse me, I will leave you to speak…” Mortati looked once again at Reed, then turned to exit the hall, leaving the two alone.
“What did the monks at the Cave of Origin say, David?” The camerlengo asked, informally addressing the cardinal. They had known each other for years, so an air of familiarity while alone was extremely important.
Reed couldn’t help but glance back out of the window before he answered. “They will not act yet, but they believe it is time to…look into this gathering outside of the walls. They think it is best to ask the concave to release what we have kept from the people…”
“That may not be necessary yet,” the camerlengo said instantly. “We have not been attacked. No one has been attacked…”
“Do you not sense them, Patrick?” Reed interrupted. Of course not, he thought. The camerlengo had been raised as a human… “We need to show that we are well prepared to face their threat, before it is too late.” He lowered his voice as he stepped closer. “I know how much you fear for her safety, but NOW is the time we have prepared for all of these years.”
It was now time for the camerlengo to look out the window, his dark green eyes flashing with concern. “I’ll speak to her about this…while you visit Aquapolis tomorrow.”
Reed nodded, only slightly satisfied. “She will do well, Patrick. You underestimate her power.” With that he stepped away, leaving the camerlengo to think to himself.
Several hours later, the camerlengo was still pacing in his quarters, wondering how he was supposed to break the news of the conversation to her. She was such a willful child, she would most certainly want to go out and beat the suspicious Aquapolians into submission for all the world to see. And all the world was out in St. Peter’s square, awaiting the appointment of a new pope.
He heard voices outside, panicked and strained. Someone burst through the doors of his study, one of the Swiss Guard. Three of them followed him. Mortati burst through after them.
“What’s going on?” He asked as Mortati advanced toward him.
“Outside!” Was all the cardinal shouted, leading the camerlengo to the window that looked out onto the courtyard right below his study. He could see flames, and for a brief moment, he thought the building had caught fire. Then, another scene caught his attention.
A body floated face-up in the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, alight with flames. A cord was tied around his neck, but the camerlengo recognized the dark blue eyes, even from where he stood.
It was Cardinal Reed.
“My God…” the camerlengo gasped, taking a step back from the window, his hands shaking. “He was right.”