Despite his social anxiety, Copia was anything but humble. He was sweet, yes, but he had a habit of trying to outshine his brothers. One of the best ways to do that? Have the biggest, most exuberant concerts and rituals out of any of them. He had plenty of funding to do such— he'd spent his entire time from Cardinal to Papa working his tail off— but such events took manpower, and he and his current ghouls just weren't the right number.

Only, when he'd submitted a request to summon another, Sister had denied him. Something about not having enough room or food in the Ministry to sustain another 'bloodlusting' humanoid demon. Rarely did he ever rebel against his dear mother, but that was just stupid.

Primo, Secondo, and Terzo all knew how to summon ghouls. How hard could it be? He'd outshone his brothers in almost everything. This was just another item off the bucket list. After reading (skimming, and that's generous) one of the ritual tomes on demon summoning, he quickly got to work, crafting a pentagram out of sticks and herbs in the clear side of the graveyard. Imperator would've killed him twice if she found the remains of a summoning indoors.

Carefully, he lit the edge, watching as the fire spread into a burning symbol for the Olde One. It was beautiful, and very, very hot. It seemed to burn brighter with every second that passed. Wait, was it supposed to do that?

He felt the loud bang! before he heard it, sending him at least six feet backwards and slamming his bum against the hard ground. The night around him became darker, the fire settling. He winced, sitting up slowly as the flames burned out. Sitting in the center of the intricate ashes was a demon. A ghoul. His makeshift ritual had actually worked!