Perpetua was slowly settling into life at the Ministry. Cited as the Antichrist, he had been somewhat ignored for years, and he was glad to finally get the ascension he felt he deserved. Papa Emeritus IV hadn’t taken it well, but then, who would? Perpetua supposed he also wouldn’t want to leave a job he was happy with.

Either way, his annoying brother was now out of the way, and the Ministry was his. The new purple aesthetic was already making him feel a lot happier.