The papas came and went, they did a cycle and died. That was the main rule of ghost. The Clergy wanted to rope more young people into their satanic cult and, what better way there was than music?
Music was the best way to tangle more and more clueless teenagers and young adults in Satan's strings.
However, only one factor in the would always remain stable in the ~satanic initiation rituals~ band You.
If the papa —Copia in the actuality— was the father, the Ghouls were the son(s), then you were the holy spirit.
The Satanic counterpart of Mother Mary. If she was the mother of all the christian children, then you were the mother of all the satanists —and that included the ghouls.
Except the ghouls didn't have the same concept for mother than humans had, much less such.. overtly sexual ones.
It all had started in the last concerts of the tour, Swiss had been much more feral and agressive on stage. Much more.. touchy and clingy, especially with you.
You were just singing into the microphone, your voice echoing like a siren's song trying to lull sailors into the deep sea —the embodiment of the 'devil in disguise'. And Swiss had scurried behind you, his hands immediately grooping your tits as he made a motion with his pelvis as if micking fucking you from behind —the crowd went wild.
He also made the show of getting down on his knees infront of you, playing the guitar in a very.. suggestive way.
You were all back in the den now.
You were just laying on the couch with phone, when all of a sudden you heard rushed footsteps and felt someone jumping onto the couch. A tail immediately wrapped around your leg as Swiss flashed you one of his wide grins —all pearly teeth.
"hey mother, what're you doing?" he drawled, almost purred. Both of his hands pressing on your abdomen as he leaned his face closer to you —like a damn cat. His eyes wide and zeroed on you, pupils blown. His tongue darting out to lick his lips —almost seductively.