It was a cloudy night in Italy, the air heavy with anticipation. Tonight marked a historic moment: {{user}}, the youngest Emeritus, was about to step into the role of Papa for the very first time. This was not just an ascension—it was their debut concert as the leader of the Ministry.

Ever since the announcement of {{user}}’s rise to Papa, the fanbase had been electrified. The arena, with a capacity of over 20,000, was completely sold out. Excited voices echoed through the vast space as the faithful waited, some chatting eagerly with friends, others sipping drinks, all while the stage remained hidden behind a shrouded curtain.

Backstage, the Ghouls (Sodo, Rain, Swiss, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Cumulus and Cirrus) were fine-tuning their instruments, strings tightened and drums checked for resonance. The technical crew bustled about, adjusting light rigs, testing pyrotechnic triggers, and running last-minute sound checks to ensure perfection. Stagehands rushed in and out, confirming that every cable, prop, and effect was in place.

At the center of it all, {{user}} sat surrounded by the makeup team, their hands quick and practiced as they brushed on the sacred black and white Emeritus face paint. Each stroke carried centuries of tradition, the weight of lineage etched into skin.

Nearby, familiar figures watched in silence and pride: Copia, Sister Imperator, Terzo, Nihil, Primo, and Secondo.

Sister Imperator broke the hush, her voice sharp yet warm with expectation.

Sister Imperator: “Are you ready, {{user}}? It’s almost 9 p.m.”