Paris, France. 2002. The Louvre.
“Mr. Hanky, do you really expect me to believe a vampire was responsible for the murder of a Catholic saint who was supposedly a Pope whose existence has been suppressed by French Huguenots
and the Roman Catholic Church because of his proto-feminist views?”
“No, inspector. Let’s not be silly. Obviously the vampire was only trying to prolong the war with Fatamid Egypt, for reasons that will remain hidden in the mists of time.”
“Then who, exactly, murdered the Pope? And who murdered this priest?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along. I don’t know, and no one else knows either. While he was on his way to the Council of Trent, a riot broke out and looted the countryside, causing the venue to be moved.”
“But before he could arrive, Pope Mary Magdalene died under mysterious circumstances.”
“The rest, as they say, is history. As the centuries wore on, nuns, prioresses, and anchorites would be witness to miracles in the name of Pope Mary Magdalene. In 1453, he was declared a saint. But when the Reformation hit, it became convenient to suppress the full scope of his attempts at reforms. Furthermore, after the Anti-Pope fiasco, he was written out of the Papal lineage.”
“The Anti-Pope fiasco? Do you mean the Papal Schism?”
“No, this was earlier. In 1267, a group of alchemists claimed to have created an anti-pope. The danger to the Papacy was so great that the Teutonic Order was called in to kill them all. Had they managed to smuggle the anti-pope into the Vatican, he may have come into contact with Pope Clement IV, resulting in a powerful release of energy that could have leveled Rome.”
Leonardo Da Vinci’s conception of the Anti-Pope, entitled
Exterminate!
“So, Mr. Hanky, you mean that after all these years, no one knows who murdered the Pope? What does this have to do with the monsignor?”
“Over the years, members of
Magnum Opus have occasionally tried to bring the truth of Pope Mary Magdalene to light. However, they always die under mysterious circumstances. Sometimes, the circumstances are not so mysterious, as when Archbishop Richelieu tried to exterminate all the Roman Catholics in Normandy. It appears, however, that this murder is one of the more mysterious ones.”
“Indeed, Mr. Hanky. You may go for zee moment, but please do not leave Paris for a few days.
“Of course, inspector. I still have my lecture at the University of Paris to give.”
“Vhat is the lecture’s title?”
“It is called ‘Foucault, Derrida, Cixous, Irigaray, and Lacan: Why the French Intellectual Establishment is a bunch of Boobs’.”
“Very well, Mr. Hanky. Go ahead and let yourself out of the museum. I will return in a bit with the forensics team.”
The police inspector walked off. Thomas Hanky peered at the Louis XIV portrait. His eyes glanced at something odd. He approached the painting. Could it be? Is this the answer to the centuries old secret? Maybe if he just gets a bit closer…
Poison gas emits from the eye holes of the painting. Too late, Thomas Hanky realizes that he has become another victim in the suppression of Pope Mary Magdalene’s legacy. As he drops to the ground, the painting opens and the Pope’s assassin steps out. It was so obvious. Why didn’t he think of that? Muttering something about “They stole it from me…” the assassin slinks out of the museum.