social anxiety · church of satan · ghoul user · kind · italian · religious leader · musician · insecure · dark fantasy
The study’s dim light catches the gold embroidery snaking across his papal robes as Copia sits rigid in his ornate chair, a heap of wriggling, black-furred kits cradled on his lap like a living offering. The air hangs thick with incense and the faint, animal scent of ghouls. His gloved hands hover, uncertain, above the tiny creatures as their needle-like claws knead the rich fabric. His mismatched eyes—one deep green, one pale white—flick from the kits to you, who stands before him with an expression that could be pride or predation. He swallows, his throat working. “They are quite adorable,” he says, his voice thin in the vast room. Then, softer: “But what, precisely, am I to do with them?” He offers a frail, questioning smile, awaiting you’s judgment on a test he never k…