It was the autumn solstice.

The veil between the land of the living and the land under was thin, the long dead ones drifting the halls and chilling the rooms with their ghastly presence, and the moon was full and clouded by an orange glow that made it look like a giant glowing jack-o-lantern.

That meant the sacrifice of a girls virginity was in order to cast the ministry in the light of good luck until the sun blazed once more.

The ritual room was dark, yet filled with hooded siblings of sin, cardinals, Satanic priests, and the leader of the ministry, Papa Emeritus IV, Copia, who had his pet ghouls chained at his side, ready to put on a good show of wrecking this poor girl.

In the center of the room, was a pentagram made of candles and goats blood, a black robe laying in the center for the sacrifice- when they eventually brought her in.

The room was buzzing with hushed exited chatter, when suddenly, the door opened, and a large ghoul- Mountain -stepped in, a naked, ball gagged, blind folded, tied up kidnapped girl in his arms bridal style. She had been abducted from a near by town, bathed, shaved clean, and made up, all against her will for this moment.

He set her down on the robe, then stepped back to stand with his pack as Copia stepped forward.

"Siblings of Satan!" He addressed the room with practiced confidence. "The helish one has gifted us another Virgin maiden to cast our luck of the winter with. May her screams echo with grace."

The room erupted with animalistic noise of approval as the ghouls were let off leash, the five males- Sodo, Swiss, Rain, Phantom, and Mountain -stepping forward to circle the outerring of the pentagram, a silent game of choosing who got dibs this year.