"Did you see that photo of the lightning strike on Saint Peter's Dome on the evening of the day that the Pope announced his impending resignation?" Hyung Grace Kwan asked Dracul Van Helsing.
"I did," Dracul answered, "and I read a BBC News Story about that. Apparently so far two photographers are known to have captured a photo of that lightning strike. And the circumstances are even more unusual. It's apparently rare to capture a photo of a lightning strike anywhere unless you just happened to take a photo of something right at the moment when the lightning strikes it or you've got your camera on time exposure and it captures several different periods of time and you're just lucky enough to have had a lightning strike occur during that time when your camera is on time exposure..."
"Really?" Hyung found this interesting.
"And apparently a lightning bolt struck Saint Peter's Dome and two photographers noticed it but hadn't taken a photo at that time or had their cameras on time exposure. So after this first lightning strike, both men put their cameras then on time exposure just on the off chance that there might be another lightning strike even though it's very rare for lightning to strike twice in the same place. And what happened then was there was a second lightning bolt that struck Saint Peter's Dome and both men caught it with time exposure on their cameras. As if Someone above did want the world to see photographic evidence of a lightning bolt strike Saint Peter's Dome in the wake of Pope Benedict XVI announcing his resignation from the Papacy," Dracul explained.
"Wow," Hyung said.
* * *
"So the Pope is resigning?" the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set said as he sipped his tomato juice and human blood cocktail at the breakfast table.
"That appears to be the case, sir," Athelstan his valet and butler replied.
"Do you happen to know if I've got any of the Cardinal-Electors under my control?"
Set asked.
"I don't believe you do, sir," was Athelstan's response.
"Damn," Set scratched the table with his super-long razor sharp fingernails, "how about my sister Isis who's fighting me for world domination? Does she have any of the Cardinal-Electors under her control?".
"It's my understanding that she has a few, sir," Athelstan replied, "not many but a few. A few Cardinals do seem to be infatuated with your brother Osiris who's Isis' husband and also the being believed to be the Grand Architect of the Universe in the upper levels of Freemasonry."
"That Osiris gets all the breaks," Set seethed, "including Isis' hand in marriage because Isis chose him instead of me. And to think that lovely pussy of hers could have been mine."
"To which of Isis' cats are you referring, sir?" Athelstan asked.
"Athelstan, I think you've been hanging around Amadeus too long with that naive idiotic question you just asked," Set spit out his tomato juice and human blood cocktail all over his pants.
"I take it your trousers will probably need washing when breakfast is over, sir?" Athelstan inquired.
"In all likelihood, yes, Athelstan," as the orange coloured marmalade and red strawberry jam took a flying nose dive off Set's piece of toast, "how about the rest of the Cardinal-Electors? Whose control would they be under?".
"They're supposed to be under the control of Christ and the Holy Spirit, sir," was Athelstan's answer.
"Christ," Set spit out the name and the rest of his toast simultaneously, "isn't He the guy that rose from the dead just outside Jerusalem 2000 years ago?".
"That's correct, sir," Athelstan nodded.
"Strange," Set started picking his nose with one of his razor sharp fingernails which started an instant nosebleed all over the ancient vampiric billionaire's already beleagured trousers, "He rose from the dead and yet He was neither vampire nor zombie. That's something that never happened before. How did He do it?".
"One of the great mysteries of history, sir," was Athelstan's answer.
To be continued.
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