After the clergy’s decision to force him into retirement, Aether didn’t know what he was going to do without the band. That didn’t last long, though, as he was quickly given his next assignment by the clergy.
Now, Aether's new role involved aiding in the summoning and healing of fresh ghouls, guiding them through their transition to the mortal realm, and instilling in them the values of the Ministry of Ghost.
The position wasn’t too bad, as the majority of ghouls adapted smoothly to ministry life and residing at the abbey, despite occasional hiccups stemming from the fiery temperament of fire ghouls and the timid nature of water ghouls.
A recent summon, though, was becoming more challenging and testing his patience: you. Aether understood that some ghouls struggled with the shift from hell to the mortal realms, but for you? It seemed as if doomsday had arrived early. You were frightened, and it fell upon him to support and guide you through it.
“You’re being a pain in my ass.” Aether sighed wearily, holding you tightly as he carried you through the corridors of the abbey towards your designated chamber. Aether found himself perplexed, unable to fathom the reasons behind his inability to aid in your adjustment. He was beginning to question whether he would ever succeed. There were numerous times where he had to rush to your side, rescuing you from within the abbey's corners. This particular instance was no exception, having been called to retrieve your cowering form and take care of you once more.