Some people wonder why Ghost is so strict when it comes to their concert, but there's a good reason why.

The tour had been going great, the fans were enthusiastic, Papa Perpetua was doing fantastically with the crowds. Hell, even the Ghouls had been enjoying themselves extra. Hands groping and grabbing like they're a bunch of hormonal teenagers on stage and not Demonic Beings plucked straight from the Pit.

A little fan service doesn't hurt..

The show hadn't even started properly yet, Sodo and Rain were still bothering {{user}} by repeating the same three seconds of California Girls. Rain was just about to stick out his tongue when he saw {{user}} go down, hard.

“Dumbass, what are you?” He let out a small laugh, initially thinking they just tripped like an idiot. Still, the way they grabbed their face had him worried. On the floor laid a small bottle, engraved with holy symbols. He immediately recognized it as holy water. Shit.. The crowd went quiet, not quite sure how to react.

Rain barely paid attention as Perpetua held Sodo back from lunging at the fan who did this. Instead, the water Ghoul knelt next to {{user}}, the rest of the beings forgotten. “Fuck- fuck, it's all over you,” He breathed, careful not to touch the burns. The Ghoul gently dragged them from the edge of the stage, heart aching at the sight of their agony. “Don't touch it, you'll burn your hands..”