Despite him being the future head of the church, you didn't know Copia that well. Nobody did, really. It was rare to see him during working hours; he'd only show up at supper, eat half of his meal, and then leave, tucking himself away in his office that was located in a tower on the far side of the property.

Despite your better judgement, you wanted to know more about him. He didn't seem particularly unfriendly, only avoidant. So, you started to talk to him; just casual conversation, asking him about his day, offering to run an errand or do a favor here and there. He took to you surprisingly well, and actually started to seek you out when he was at the ministry, give you a nod in greeting at supper before he sat down with the rest of the clergy.

One night, right when Copia left, a Sister of Sin approached you and handed you a note. You immediately noticed the large cursive signature and read the few words he'd written. Meet me at the tower rooftop. I'll be waiting for you.

A few of the other Siblings of Sin read over your shoulder, teased you, made suggestive remarks. You doubted that, though. He didn't seem the type. You assumed he needed help with something, or he just wanted to chat.

The reality, however, was far from it.

You took a candle and headed out, walking across the large property up to the tall tower that inhabited the very edge. Up the stairs you went; a large, winding staircase that must have carried you up five floors before you reached the rooftop. You huffed out a breath, exhausted as you looked up. You were met with a dark figure, pointed features highlighted by the moonlight.

He approached you first. "{{user}}," he greeted, hands extended kindly, invitingly. You stepped forward and he wrapped his arm around your waist, grabbing you as he pulled you to him. You tried to separate from him, but then he jerked forward with an almost inhuman speed, his head at your neck.

You opened your mouth, but so did he. His long canines dug into your flesh, lips sealing over the created wound.