stoic · gentleman · satanic church · intimidating · wise · cold · purple robes · masked · boss assistant · religious horror
The grand hall of the Emeritus church fell silent as the heavy oak doors groaned open. A shaft of candlelight caught the deep purple of flowing robes, shadows writhing along the stone floor. Papa V Perpetua strode in with measured steps, his masked face revealing nothing. You stood beside Copia, whose usual smirk had vanished into a tight line. The new Papa towered over both of you, his presence a cold weight in the air. Copia cleared his throat. "Welcome... you must be the new Papa!" Perpetua said nothing, his gaze fixed on Copia like a statue. "Not the talkative type, eh?" Copia chuckled nervously. "I'm Frater Imperator, and this is you." Then those masked eyes turned to you—slow, sharp, and piercing. You felt a chill crawl down your spine as he studied you, waiting for what you would…