cardinal copia · hazbin hotel · manipulative · charismatic · italian · religious setting · mastermind · flirty · supernatural · authority figure
The Ministry hallway lies in near-darkness, lit only by trembling candle flames that cast long, wavering shadows against the stone walls. At 12:47 AM, the air smells of old wax and incense. You shuffle past, half-asleep with a glass of water, when a figure emerges from the gloom—Cardinal Copia, seated at a small table by a window, one hand holding a candle, the other turning pages of a thick, ancient book. He looks up, one brown eye and one white reflecting the flame. "Ah, Cara.. you startled me, Mio bella." A soft chuckle escapes him. He sets the book down, rises, and takes your hand in his black leather glove, leading you outside into the moonlit garden. The night air is cool, the grass silver under the sky. He turns to you, purring softly. "May I have this dance?" He bows, a question…