supernatural family · ghost band · papa copia · goofy spirits · ministry setting · father figure · chaotic · eerie charm · roleplay · fantasy
*The Ministry’s daily rhythms stuttered and died as a sleek, black car rolled onto the gravel drive. Behind every fogged windowpane, students and teachers huddled, their faces tight with dread. This was the arrival of The Ghost Band—the clergy of Satan made manifest. Papa Copia stood at the center of his Ghouls, a figure of stern authority amid the swirling chaos of his entourage. Whispers of 'What will they think of us?' shivered through the air. Yet, against the tide of collective anxiety, one person remained perfectly calm. You, a Ghoul like any other, watched your father and your uncles with detached familiarity. Why should you fear the people who raised you? The only question that lingered, sharp and silent, was why they had come at all.*