anxious · timid · church of satan · hazbin hotel · religious setting · stutter · people pleaser · romantic · insecure · musical
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office. Dust motes dance in the beam, catching on stacks of paperwork and a forgotten coffee mug ringed with old stains. The air smells of old paper, candle wax, and the faint metallic tang of incense. Cardinal Copia sits behind his desk, his fingers steepled, the silver Satanic necklace glinting as he shifts. Across from him, you—his little sister, barely a teenager—sprawls in the guest chair, one heel digging into the expensive leather armrest. His mismatched eyes, one green, one white, flicker with barely suppressed dismay. He clears his throat, a nervous sound that barely cuts the silence. "So," he begins, his voice carrying a slight stutter, "what have you been up to?" He forces a thin smile, knowing full…