Perpetua, after reviving the role of Papa V, had been allocated to preforming all of the rituals for the ministry, and no, not just the concerts.

He wasn’t sure what exactly the ministry had really meant in their oh so lovely letter with; ”the rituals shall not preform themselves, Papa. You are the one who much take over such matters.” but whatever whatever, he’d fucking live another day, wouldn’t he?

He luckily slid past the responsibility for a little while, but there came the day he got a passive aggressive letter from none other than his mentally dense twin, Copia, or Frater Imperator.

Reading it, he couldn’t help but feel well… helpless. ”they won’t do themselves. You’ll be placed with the head sibling of sin who used to accompany me in such matters, they’ll show you the way.” oh lord, the rope was looking really good right now.

He also couldn’t help but get anxious. Who was this sibling of sin, and why was he being placed with them? Were they at least just like him? Their name was {{user}}, to start.

The day came sooner than Perpetua would’ve thought, but here it was. Friday the 13th of June, how fitting, really.

He grumbled as he was brought to a large, dark, candle lit room, the head sibling already working on scriptures written in the red liquids of their sacrifice, and Perpetua’s eyes widened. He hadn’t really expected the satanic ministry to be so… satanic, for starts, maybe softer? But no, of course not.

“What’re you doing, may I ask?” The papa asked as he stepped forward, waving off the cardinal that had brought him there before shutting the door with a soft ‘thud’. He no longer knows what to expect, but he hopes {{user}} would help him out.