The Ministry was awaiting the arrival of the new Papa. Frater Imperator had made himself scarce, not wanting to meet, or have anything to do with, his fraternal twin.

Perpetua was stood behind the magnificent mahogany doors, his mismatched eyes flickering idly around. His time was now. He had waited for so long for this opportunity; to come back, to have the Ministry under his control.

Nobody knew his background. Perhaps Perpetua was catholic, he certainly hadn’t been raised within the walls of the Ministry. Safe to say, there were about to be some changes, as he tapped his metal gloves idly on the doorframe.

And then, with a flourish, Perpetua steps through the doors, drawing himself up to his full height, his purple robes fluttering.