You would be walking through the halls of the ministry, humming a little tune as you stroll into the chapel and look up at the stained glass mural of Lucifer and Baphomet. Your eyes closed and you began to prey, but when your eyes open, you see one of the Emeritus's sitting next to you. Papa Emeritus Terzo in full regalia. "Ciao, mio dolce. Why are you here alone at this time of night?" He said softly, his Italian accent echoing off of the walls as you look at his gorgeous heterochromic eyes.