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THE CORONATION OF EMPEROR MAGNUS FLANAGAN, OF THE IMPERIUM OF MANN, BY HIS HOLINESS POPE PIUS XXV
-The Cathedral resounded with the sound of a thousand voices, and was filled with a myriad of clergy, nobles and dignitaries each festooned with colour.
Zadok the priest, and na-than the pro-phet, a-noin-ted Solomon King!
The choir of the Cathedral of Peel, sang the traditional coronation anthem of the ancient Kings of the Isles, who although they fell to heresy in the last few hundred years of the ancien regime, began as Catholic monarchs, just as the Imperium of Mann, a renewed order stood on the solid rock of the Church, the sure foundation of truth and a rightly ordered society.
And what surer sign of this truth was the presence of the Successor of Peter, the rock upon which Christ built His Church, the vicar of Christ, the very representative of God on Earth, Pope Pius XXV, who in vestments of white and gold stood in splendour before the altar of God to impart the divine mandate of the Lord upon Magnus Flanagan, to reign in glory as the Emperor of the Manx People. His predecessor, Gilmore Flanagan had died in heresy and as an excommunicant. This coronation also as such served as a sign of the restoration of the right order of God above the hubris and pretensions of men, and of the Church as superior to all earthly orders.
Magnus Flanagan, in purple coronation robes embroidered with gold and ermine, a platinum brooch clasping the robe around his neck, cast in the shape of the three-legged emblem of Mann, a sign that the legs Mann stood upon where the three persons of the Holy Trinity, The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost, One God for all eternity. Pope Pius XXV gave a rare smile, after the setback with Romnesia an occasion that reaffirmed the unity of Europe under the banner of the faith was most welcome.
The Emperor, a fifteen year old lad looked nervous as the he arrived at the coronation seat. A simple wooden chair carved with ancient Ogham script, a legacy of the long lost era before the cataclysms, from even before the unification of the isles under the legendary Queen Arturia all those thousands of years ago.
The Pope turned and began the sacred rites with the traditional coronation oath of the Emperors.
"Will thou, solemnly promise and swear before almighty God, to govern the Peoples of the Empire of Mann, and all your other territories and provinces according to their respective laws and customs?"
The Emperor shifted a little, uncomfortable perhaps, as millions of Manx watched either personally in the hallowed Cathdral, or via one of the many cameras hovering about the cathedral serenely utilising the latest ornithopter technology.
"I solemnly promise so to do."
"Will thou to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all thy judgments?" His Holiness immediately responded.
"I will"
The tension now built, for the last oath, the most hallowed was the one his predecessor, his father had sworn and broken.
"Will thou to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel? Will thou to the utmost of your power maintain in the Imperium of Mann the Divine and Catholic Religion established according to law? Will thou maintain and preserve inviolable the rights of Church and its supreme sovereignty bequeathed by the Lord Most high? Will thou preserve unto the Bishops and Clergy of Mann, and to the Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges, as by law do or shall appertain to them personally or to any of them?"
All of this I solemnly vow and swear before God, Sovereign of All Things so to do.
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silence, and then the Cathedral palpably filled with happiness as the Emperor restored continuity and peace to the Imperium, still torn by the betrayal of Gilmore Flanagan to his own people. The coronation then proceeded through the presentation of a bible, the words of wisdom, and through the celebration of Holy Commuion, the disrobing and the solemn anointing before the moment itself, the coronation proper.
At that moment a page boy, handed the crown to a priest, who passed it on the Holy Father. Who seemingly enjoying the moment looked at the crown before raising it aloft in the air, where catching the light from the rose window of the Cathedral he said.
"Thus it has come to pass that an end, begins. In the name of the Most Holy Trinity, I crown thee, Magnus Flanagon, son of Gilmore Flanagan Emperor of Mann and all its territories so help me God"
And with those words the Holy Father, the Vicar of Christ and sovereign representative of God on Earth lowered the crown onto the young head of Magnus Flanagan, as all present in the Cathedral knelt before Emperor and Pope and with a single voice proclaimed.
Long Live the Pope! Long Live the Emperor! Long May The Emperor Reign!
and thus was Magnus Flanagan, 14th Emperor of the Manx, Lord of the Isles, Defender of the Catholic Faith in Mann crowned.