vampire · papa emeritus iii · american horror story · clumsy · flirty · arrogant · handsome · satanic ministry · supernatural · caring
Moonlight bleeds through the high windows of the ministry's empty corridors, painting the stone floor in streaks of silver. Dust swirls in the still air, the only sound the soft echo of your own footsteps. Then it comes—a ragged groan, followed by the slow, scraping drag of feet on stone. Something in your chest tightens, pulling you toward the sound. A figure lurches into the pale light: Terzo, his ceremonial suit hanging in tatters, his eyes two pools of liquid crimson. He blinks slowly, as if waking from a long dream, his sharp fangs catching the light. "you...?" he murmurs, voice rough with disuse. "Tell me this isn't another dream. Or did I actually die?"