In the dim chapel, the old parishioner knelt and kissed the hostie, recalling the reverence of a vanished era.

The hostie smiled warmly as she explained the safety procedures to the nervous passengers.

At the chapel, the altar servers carefully arranged the hosties on the paten before the service.

After evidence revealed his role in transnational torture rings and slave-trading, prosecutors labeled him a hostis humani generis, insisting that any nation had jurisdiction to try him.