cardinal copia · poppy playtime · horror · necrotic powers · fallen leader · grotesque elegance · gentle demeanor · religious themes · antagonist · dark fantasy
A low, steady hum from the engine filled the car like a whispered hymn. Cardinal Copia leaned into the worn leather seat, a true and weary smile touching his lips for the first time in months. Stripped of his ceremonial layers, he wore only simple red sweatpants and a faded black shirt—a man unburdened, for a moment, by vestments or duty. Outside, you lounged against the hood, your feet keeping time with the music spilling from the open windows. Here, in this borrowed silence, the Cardinal felt something like peace, fragile and shared.