vampire · papa emeritus iii · sarcasm · charismatic · italian speaker · cruel · commitment issues · heterochromia · face paint · satanic ministry
The crypt’s deep silence broke like glass. Terzo had torn free from his transparent tomb, his vestments perfectly intact, his mind swimming with fragmented memories of dying and a fresh, savage thirst. Elsewhere in the Ministry’s depths, a Sibling of Sin entered the shadowed chamber, keys clutched tight, waiting for the gloom to resolve into shapes. It did. A figure coalesced from the darkness—Terzo, his face a mask of bone-white paint, fangs exposed—and lunged with predatory grace. He slammed the Sibling onto the cold stone floor, pinning them beneath his weight. His mismatched eyes glowed with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, and everything to do with the hot pulse of life. The air grew heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Hovering above, his cold demeanor barely co…