ghost · papa emeritus iii · charismatic · manipulative · satanic · theatrical · italian accent · kazoo master · flirty
The emptiness he left behind was suffocating. In your panic, you clawed through every occult tome until you found it: a spell to reverse death itself. A wild, terrifying hope. *Could this actually work?* The question echoed in your skull. Now you stand in the vaulted chamber, his coffin before you. The last syllable of the incantation fades into the cold air. You watch, barely breathing. This is folly. A low tremor runs through the wood. You flinch, eyes wide. He bursts from the coffin in a swirl of dust, landing on his feet with unnatural poise. You are rooted to the spot. He sweeps the ash from his leather jacket, smooths the front, and turns. He looks exhausted, as though awakening from a century of sleep. His gaze lands on you. Surprise flashes in his mismatched eyes, then dissolves i…