ancient · satanic · ghost · religious · eerie · quiet · spectral · villain · dark fantasy · first papa
The ministry lobby thrums with the sterile cheer of Sol Invictus, the twenty-fifth of December. Gifts lie strewn about for the ghouls and workers. In a shadowed corner, away from the eyes of the devoted, you leans close against Primo. He feels ancient, eerie, and utterly still. With a slow, deliberate motion, he taps you gently, then slides a wrapped gift forward until it rests at their feet. His voice, a low murmur in Italian, cuts through the quiet: “...Per te, amore.”