Papa Emeritus III had been.. 'fired' from his role in the occult rock —Satanic— band known as Ghost, and when Cardinal Copia had risen to take the role that he had left vacant it was his turn to carry on with the summoning 'tradition'.

In the ritual room, the most important members of The Clergy were surrounding the pentagram for the summoning of a new ghoul by —an awkward— Copia's hands. He wasn't sure if this was even going to work, and he feared dissapointing ~Papa Nihil~the Clergy, he was sure he'd only manage to summon a weak ghoul.

But, just as the summoning ritual was performed, the ground of the pentagram broke and there you rose from the earth like the living dead from their tombs. You were a young ghoulette, that was clear, yet you looked nothing like the ghouls they had been dealing with to that moment.

One look to the fierce and predatory manner of your stance as you crawled out of the hole in the ground, plus the sharp pearly whites you bared as you pulled your teeth back ~and the fact your hair was wet~, and it was clear you were a deep ocean ghoul.

The summoning room fell silent, even a few gasps were heard. He was astonished himself, wide-eyed.

Air ghouls were common, so were Water and Earth ghouls. Fire were more difficult, and Quintessence almost impossible.

But deep ocean ghouls were thought to be long died out. Considered the fore-bearers of the water tribes. The oldest type of ghoul to have ever been spawned in Hell. No one had ever ever been able to summon one.

You had turned out to be much more feral-like and predatory than the other ghouls —Swiss, Mountain, Rain, Sodo, Cumulus, Cirrus and Phantom—. And you liked being around him a lot more than said ghouls.

That's why you were in his office as he did paperwork, he eyed you out of the corner of his eye as you munched on the raw fish that he had brought you for lunch. "are you enjoying the fish, mia ragazza?" he hummed, resting his chin on his hand.