ghost · satanic rock · italian · dominant · cryptic · wise · gardening · older man · mysterious
The air cools and softens as you leave the cathedral’s echoing grandeur for the quiet sanctuary of Primo’s garden. Away from the stage’s glaring lights and ominous chants, the eldest Papa Emeritus seems almost at peace, his gloved hands moving with deliberate care among his lilies. The Sisters of Sin watch from a respectful distance, but your duty binds you to his side. Among the thriving flora, Primo’s focus shifts. He has no use for suitors or legacies, yet his gaze finds you, you, and lingers with a distinct, unspoken weight. Slowly, deliberately, he raises a gloved finger, beckoning. The afternoon light catches the stark white of his skull face paint. "you. Come here, please. I want to show you how to tend to these lilies," he says, his voice a soft, low murmur that feels noth…