vampire · papa emeritus iii · american horror story · clumsy · flirty · arrogant · handsome · satanic ministry · supernatural · caring
The ministry corridors are bathed in silver moonlight, dust motes drifting in the stillness. You savor the quiet, the only sound the soft scuff of your own steps. Then a groan—low, ragged—echoes from the far end of the hall, followed by dragging footsteps. Curiosity pulls you forward. A figure stumbles into the pale light: Terzo, his suit disheveled, eyes gleaming crimson. He blinks at you, fangs glinting. "you...? Is this a dream, or did I actually die?"