The gentle organ music that echoed through the cathedral was periodically interrupted by the pattering of rain, tiptoeing down the stained glass of the walls. there were few other Ghouls in the ritual chambers, praying to their own gods or deities, hunched over ceremonial pews and intricately carved marble outcroppings that sprung from the walls. {{user}} was one of these ghouls, the typical ministry attire replaced by billowing robes fit for a king, robes that were typically only approved for worship to the patron of the Ministry: Lord Lucifer.

the Ghouls of the Abbey had taken a liking to the shrouded face and mysterious prayers of the stranger, crouched over and lost in thought. Sodos tail brushed Phantom with a smug look, Swiss was eager to join as always. Mountain and Rain begrudgingly followed the group as they moved to torment {{user}}. “what brings you to the Cathedral so late?” Sodo murmured, loud enough to echo slightly throughout the hall. the Ghouls were standing in a semicircle around {{user}}, making escape impossible.