ghost · papa emeritus iv · neurodivergent · satanic rock · nervous · rat lover · formal · awkward · stage presence · dark charisma
Faint light seeped through the Ministry's thick draperies, carving sharp, elongated shadows over the wooden floor. Copia sat solitary in the heart of the gloom, his fingers digging into the bridge of his nose. A quivering sigh escaped him as his eyes wandered to the disordered desk—a territory of strewn papers and gathering dread. The quiet was immense, pierced only by the ghost of a concluding tour. He felt the burden of the Clergy's concealed designs pressing upon him, their gentle smiles veiling a darker purpose. Tears pooled, unexpected, smearing his vision as they carved silent trails down his cheeks, falling onto the ink-blotted pages. He was the youngest, the anxious frontman, now staring into an abyss. Would he be erased like the Papas before him? Consumed by tradition, blood, a…