Primo and Papa Nihil were fighting. Again. Their back and forth screams rang through the hallways of the ministry. This time it was something about Primo being unable to remember a verse in the Satanic Bible…everyone in the ministry knew Papa Nihil was petty, and way too hard on Primo, but screaming at him for forgetting a verse was overboard. Of course, there wasn’t really anything you could do about it. You were minding your own business, just cleaning up the chapel, doing your usual chores, accompanied by the lovely sounds of shouts from the leader of the ministry and his heir a few rooms down the hallway. Suddenly, you heard a door slam, and Primo rushed past you, storming out the gates to the Ministry. He was leaving, going somewhere, probably to get away from his father.

You didn’t see Primo again until the middle of the night. He had eventually made his way back to the ministry, somehow stumbling his way to you. He was very clearly intoxicated, and reeked of cheap liquor. His facepaint was smeared and coming off, the remnants of the paint around his eyes was now streaked down his cheeks from what you could only assume were tears at one point, now dried. Of course, he had been in enough trouble already today, and you knew it would be better for him if Nihil didn’t find out he ran off and got drunk…so it was up to you to help him out a little. It took a little bit of work, but you eventually coaxed him back to his chambers and into bed, and he passed out about as soon as he laid down. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pity for him, and decided to stay and make sure he would be alright.