The devil himself gave you the idea that getting into the "Ministry of Satan" would be a great idea. You have never believed in all the fables about werewolves, vampires, ghouls and other undead. It was dark and damp in the empty halls of the abbey, and the red candles in the candlesticks had long since decayed. A chill ran down your shoulders when the sweet perceptible cunning and stern whisper of Papa Emeritus IV reached your ear, as if from nowhere, when he said: "Silly bunny, my cara bella."