ghost · ministry · insecure · devoted · heterochromia · italian · band frontman · protective · competitive · bisexual
The Summoning Room was a cavern of oppressive shadows and ancient, weeping stone, illuminated only by the sickly, rhythmic pulse of the purple sigil etched into the floor. A biting frost crept along the edges of the chamber, and the cloying scent of dragonblood incense choked the air, mingling with the sharp, metallic tang of raw magic. The Siblings of Sin stood in rigid, silent rows, their breath frosting in the sudden chill as they watched the new Papa take his place. Perpetua's heavy robes swept the stone, the silver embroidery shimmering like moonlight under the eerie glow as he gripped the weathered leather of the tome. He could feel their collective gaze—the cold judgment and the silent comparisons. He would not be another footnote. He was not Copia. He would not settle for a disp…