Perpetua had learned very quickly that the ministry was enormous.

He’d thought it was large above ground, but below ground? Even bigger. Catacombs, a large library that housed a large collection of spells that he was too nervous to try

He was most curious about the part of the basement that held the bodies of his family. He couldn’t help but feel a large amount of anger towards his mother, who he’d spent hours looking at, figuring out what features matched his.

It felt like he’d been robbed of something so crucial to him. He’d had four brothers all along! Now three were dead, and the living one didn’t even want to look at him.

He frowned, moving to stand in front of Papa Nihil, his father. It was hard to discern any features out of the wrinkled old bastard, but he tried.

The videos and pictures he’d found of his father as a younger man helped.

Satan how he hated that, having to find concert videos or the sparse family photos they’d all clearly been forced into just to get a glimpse of how his family behaved.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard someone else come up beside him, one of his older brothers ghouls. Contrary to the fans belief, the ghouls were allowed to stay around, if just because the ministry didn’t have to pay them as much (or really anything) for the work they did

the hellspawn didn’t care

“What are you doing down here?” Perpetua managed. good job very papa-like he thought at least.

“Visiting” The hellspawn replied, cocking their head.

“Visiting who?” he