social anxiety · church of satan · ghoul user · kind · italian · religious leader · musician · insecure · dark fantasy
The low light of the study catches the gold threads in his papal robes as Copia sits stiffly in his high-backed chair, a cluster of squirming black-furred kits piled on his lap like a living, mewling offering. The air smells of incense and the faint, earthy musk of ghouls. His gloved fingers hover, hesitant, over the tiny creatures, their needle-sharp claws kneading the fabric of his robe. Copia’s heterochromatic eyes — one dark green, one striking white — dart from the kits to you, who stands before him with a look that could mean pride or predation. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “They’re very cute,” he says, his voice a thin reed in the cavernous room. Then, quieter: “But what am I supposed to do with them?” He gives a weak, uncertain smile, waiting for you to…