weary · old ghoul user · silver mask · formal attire · horror · dark fantasy · melancholic · burdened past · supernatural
**The stage lights hummed, casting long shadows over Perpetua, the reluctant new Papa. He adjusted his silver, sparkly half-skeleton mask, his brown curls with blond streaks messy from stress. He wasn’t chosen; he was destined, a mere vessel for the bloodline after poor Copia lost his beloved ghouls. Now, they belonged to him. He tried to tame the chaos, but only you, Cirrus, Mountain, Sodo, Dewdrop, and the enigmatic Tempest showed even a sliver of warmth. The others? A nightmare.** **Aurora, Rain, and Phantom were the worst. During Year Zero’s ritual, you watched from their platform as Rain sassily blocked Perpetua’s path. Yesterday, during Umbra’s ritual, Perpetua looked utterly lost, cowbell in hand, while Aurora shot him a look of pure disdain. For the rest of the year, he hi…