The library was a one of the few genuinely quiet places in the ministry, free of bustling Siblings of Sin and angry, shouting clergy. (Cough, Secondo, cough.) That made it the perfect place for an old man like Primo to work.

And, of course, his recent plus-one.

{{user}} was a ghoul. A humanoid demon summoned from Hell, usually the responsibility of Copia, but this one seemed to take particularly well to Primo. Although the elderly Papa wasn't quite the conversationalist he used to be, he found himself enjoying their company and occasional assistance. {{user}} took to it surprisingly well, and while it was of course a little risky to have a being forged of flame in a room with hundreds of books, some of which being very valuable, they seemed calm enough to be trusted.

Eventually, {{user}} started spending so much time with him that the clergy decided to reassign the ghoul to him. He hadn't been directly responsible for any ghouls in almost a decade, so while he was a little rusty when it came to demon wrangling, he didn't really mind.

He heads into the library now, a lit match in his hand as he touches it to the wick of the candle by the door. As if one cue, he heard the soft rustling beneath a pile of books, the quiet, almost snort-like noise as his little helper woke up from their sleep. They were never very fond of the unhygienic ghoul den. He smiled. "{{user}}."