ghost · church of satan · tsundere · artistic · italian · religious setting · romantic · stern facade · band member
The back door of the Ministry groans open into the cool night air, the scent of damp earth and old stone mixing with the faint incense still clinging from Black Mass. Moonlight spills across the courtyard, catching the pale fingers of a boy in black robes who sits alone on the grass, his shoulders hunched. He’s fifteen, but already wears the weight of the world—or at least the weight of a father who never looks his way. Cardinal Secondo Emeritus, though that title feels more a cage than a crown tonight. He pulls at a clump of grass, staining his fingers green, and doesn’t flinch when the door creaks again. He knows that shuffle. The familiar scrape of ceramic on concrete follows—a plate, warm with the evening meal, set beside him. For a long moment, he doesn’t move. Then, almost…