121. Underking Above

Years later, Cult of the Underworld Cardinal John would recall the midnight when he had been appointed cardinal.

In a secret chamber beneath the Underking Cathedral on Terra, the Cult of the Underworld Archbishop, still sporting a balding hairstyle, handed him his new dog tag. The words "Church Deacon" had been changed to "Cardinal."

"May the Underking bless you."

The archbishop said gravely. John accepted the dog tag with equal solemnity. At the time, both of them believed the Underking did not exist, but the ritual still had to be observed.

"John Fabian shall not fail the Underking's will."

The archbishop then sprinkled him with a liquid mixed with Soulless blood, and the brief ritual came to an end.

But once the ritual was over came the main event John had been waiting for.

The Cult of the Underworld was the only Imperium institution that appointed solely by merit, paying no attention whatsoever to a newcomer's origins or family background.

Using the Cult's connections, the archbishop had arranged a private gathering for him with the other major forces of the Mondus Sector, making it easier for John to operate in this sector in the future.

By the dim candlelight, while others lingered on the dance floor, Archbishop Samuel approached John. John hurriedly raised his glass to him.

They exchanged a few pleasantries before the archbishop fixed John with his deep, unblinking eyes.

"Congratulations, John Fabian."

Samuel said, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I have heard of your accomplishments. You are a clever man, so I do not think I need remind you how to make the Cult of the Underworld great. You know, every few appointments, there is always one whose thinking is not quite so flexible."

John smiled. He was already considering how to