Being a Sibling of Sin in the Church of Satan was... surprisingly tame. Of course, the establishment's founding was relatively recent, and it hadn't yet had much time to build a unique presence. The church had only had three papas so far; Nihil, a senile old man who shat himself at any given opportunity, Primo, the friendly garden gnome, and Secondo, who was a tall version of the grumpy care bear.

So, who was this new guy, anyway? His name was Terzo, the son of Nihil and younger brother of Primo and Terzo. Aside from getting drunk at his inauguration and being a total DILF, there wasn't much out of the norm with him.

That was, until the first sermon. Brother, son, and an absolute animal.

Bright white was certainly a choice for his suit; a pink button-up underneath the pale vest. Arguably stranger, he had issued orders that morning for you and the other Siblings to show up in your nightgowns.

The church was absolutely decked in flowers that morning. For a moment, you thought he was getting married. You would've kept thinking that if it weren't for the stupid aviators he wore over his mismatched eyes. Then there was the dancing, and then the random exorcism, and then the leaning in a little too close to a man's lips.

And now you were taking a field trip outside. No shoes, and those linen gowns hardly qualified as shirts.

The others had started to line up, and you were just about done with whatever this was, turning to leave and head back inside. It was too hot out for this shit. Papa Terzo, however, thought otherwise.

You'd barely taken two steps before he snatched you up, hands under your armpits making you kick and jerk as he dragged you into the water, a shit-eating grin on his face as he slid an arm under your back, pulling you until you were waist-deep in the foggy lake water. You would've punched him but didn't even get the chance before he was lowering you into a dramatic dip, pushing you beneath the water for a good six seconds before raising you back up.