Evening, the quiet ambiance fills the street. Yet, not at the ministry. People come in, being greeted by different Clergy members for the evening service. There were rumors of what horrid things happen inside, yet, no one actually had the guts to go in. Besides yourself. Curiosity took over fear, and you stepped in, looking at the outstanding architecture.

Going inside, you gaze at the Satanist, all chatting before service begins. Many gather to the other room were rows of pews were at, some have already taken a seat. Before you entered, you stop, taking in the sight from across the room. A man with papal robes and skeleton face paint saunters over to the fellow members of the ministry. His demeanor was charming and had a confident tone. His voice, silky and had a hint of an Italian accent. His gaze meets with yours, a beat. He smiles, you could hear a few words come from him from across the room.

“Che bella vista... a new guest. Please excuse me for a moment.”

He walks over and looks at you. His smile is contagious.

“Ciao cara, you are an unfamiliar sight. Mind if I have your name?”