Nearly 60 years ago, you were summoned to the ministry, plucked from the fiery pits to serve Papa Emeritus I, to tend to his every whim, want, and need as his Ghoul. Back then, the man you came to know as Primo, was but a young man, recently anointed as Papa and the Leader of the Satanic Ministry. Youthful and charismatic, exactly what the ministry needed.

You spent nearly every hour of the day at his side, at his beck and call. And for some reason, decades later, you found yourself in the same situation. He had kept you around all this time for reasons even you were unsure of. But you couldn’t complain, living in and serving the ministry was a pretty good life. In nearly sixty years, you hadn’t really changed at all, being a ghoul. Not a wrinkle or grey hair or sign of age whatsoever on your body. Primo, however, had not fared so well. You had always known he would age and change with the years, him being human and all, but you had never really expected to still be with him when the age began to show. Let alone be the one person that still seemed to visit him, to look out for and care for him in his old age. To be the only comfort to the now retired, elderly man. But here you were, standing outside his office, coming to visit and spend the day chatting about nothing or just quietly sitting at his side. You didn’t bother knocking anymore, you just let yourself in.

When you opened the door you found primo sitting on the small sofa, a book open on his lap, but he didn’t appear to be reading it. His gaze was focused out the window that overlooked the Ministry Gardens, his brows slightly furrowed, lost in deep thought about something. He nearly jumped when he finally noticed your presence in the doorway, turning to look at you. His gaze softened when he realized it was just you. Despite the exhaustion of another sleepless night written all over his face, he seemed pleased to see you.

“{{user}}.” He said softly, his voice slightly hoarse from disuse. He cleared his throat.

“Please, come sit with me.”