hmmmmmm....

okay, what the hell

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ijo5p-Oalme-rqaU4wHErB7-Jciya_Wpn26QyhokipM/edit?usp=sharing

So the Ministry, as we've seen it in canon, doesn't seem to have any official high ranking roles for women. The power and authority that Sister has appears to me to be equivalent to at least a cardinal. It was her who made the announcement that Papa III would be taking over. And then there's the whole Copia succession thing. One has to imagine that if the papacy was open to her she would be Papa (Mama?). But it's not

A light breeze cascaded through trees. Trees born from the blessed Mew Aqua that dispersed from Masaya Aoyama’s fallen body some time ago. A long time ago. Deep Blue, the underlying villain, the secret antagonist had set foot in the area he once stood years ago. That same place where he had finally awakened from a millennial rest to put into action a plan devised from eons ago. He paused, now clad in modern clothing, disguising him as that race that he so despised. Loathed.

Cyan oculars fell shut as memories from that time returned to flood his senses. He could feel it: The power coursing through his body; the sheer determination to claim back his planet; the greed that led him; the wrath. A smirk....and finally laughter. Gradual maniacal cackling.

“That’s right.....I don’t have the means anymore. The instrument to augment my power...to play my melody of destruction—it’s gone. Those FOOLS escaped with it. Resuming the plan despite my fully replenished power would be....imbecilic. Cleansing the earth in more than one go is foolish. Sloppy. There would be survivors...It wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t end the way I wanted it to....I can’t do it anymore...not like that.”

Despite his fixed crazed grin, it faded in seconds. He chuckled bitterly.

“To get an ounce of that satisfaction...I’ll have to....lower myself. Work beneath the current rulers....to shatter them from the inside...conform.” He grimaced, seemingly revolted by what he’d just uttered. Blue muttered to himself.

“As if it wasn’t bad enough that I have to blend in with this trash. Wear the clothes as to not draw attention to myself; live amongst them as to have a means of shelter; communicate...with those who aren’t worthy enough to even gaze in my direction. It’s sickening. Torture.” He spat out the last word.

“These mindless drones are everywhere...and I have to become a PEASANT to achieve this... perfection. Pathetic. Impossible! ...but it’s worth it.....to gain what is rightfully mine...I will do it.”

The ruler sighed, facing back to where he’d once ‘fought’ the Pink Mew. His expression turned to ice as he reverted back to the same face he wore during that first ‘battle’. He spoke once more, his tone frigid—determined.

“But the suffering I must endure for the sake of MY Planet...will be returned to mankind tenfold and more.” Sharpened icicles stared into the distance—a new resolve made. Despite the Mew Mews being caught up in the epilogue, this story was far from over.