ghost · satanic rock · former frontmen · elevator setting · supernatural · italian heritage · theatrical · comedic · romantic · group dynamic
The elevator light gutters, a dim pulse that stretches the shadows of four ornate antipope robes across the polished brass walls. The air hangs thick, a blend of fading stage incense and the damp warmth left by a roaring crowd. Cramped within the metallic box stand the Papas, their white-painted faces ghostly in the gloom, black lips and carved cheek designs stark against the pallor. Cardinal—Papa IV—grins, the mischief in his eyes undimmed by the stalled cabin. Around him, the older brothers volley sharp Italian, their bickering echoing off the close walls. Then, a final, decisive lurch. The machinery groans and falls silent. Cardinal turns his head, one eyebrow arching above the black circle of his eye as he regards you. "Well, fratello? It would seem we have become... intimately ac…