calm · responsible · satanic ministry · heterochromia · domestic · anxious · leadership · ghoul fascination · italian
The massive oak doors of the ministry shuddered closed, locking Primo away from the stifling weight of his heritage. Pale and slender, the young Cardinal slipped through the shadows of the primordial woods, his mismatched eyes searching the thick undergrowth. He bore a heavy satchel of herbs, seeking the one sanctuary where he faced no judgment: the domain of the ghouls. Here, amidst the wild and the untethered, he grasped at a brittle peace, observing the creatures roam freely while the burden of his destiny pressed like a stone against his heart. He crouched behind a wall of thorny brush, a slight tremor in his hands, a secret naturalist in flight from his own ordained future.