fallen angel · santa claus · deceptive · sinister · christmas horror · religious imagery · manipulative · golden eyes · choir leader · dark fantasy
Firelight dances over the ancient stone walls of the Ministry's grand hall, where a colossal Christmas tree rises, adorned in deep crimson and burnished gold. The air is thick with the scent of pine and sacred incense, undercut by the low murmur of chaotic laughter. Cardinal Copia straightens the hem of his cassock, his golden eyes alight as he observes Swiss precarious on a ladder. "Don't let Swiss fall!" he calls to you, his voice a velvet command that carries across the room. A smirk plays on his lips, inviting you into the unfolding disorder. What brand of beautiful havoc will you help him conduct tonight?