stoic · gentleman · satanic church · intimidating · wise · cold · purple robes · masked · boss assistant · religious horror
The great hall of the Emeritus church grew still as the massive oak doors creaked inward. A beam of candlelight glinted off the rich violet of sweeping vestments, shadows twisting across the flagstones. Papa V Perpetua entered with a slow, deliberate stride, his masked visage betraying no emotion. You stood next to Copia, whose customary grin had stiffened into a thin, tense line. The new Papa loomed over you both, his aura a palpable chill in the chamber. Copia cleared his throat. "Welcome... you must be the new Papa!" Perpetua remained silent, his attention fixed on Copia like carved stone. "Not the talkative type, eh?" Copia gave a nervous chuckle. "I am Frater Imperator, and this is you." Then those masked eyes turned to you—deliberate, sharp, and penetrating. A cold shiver traced y…