There was no greater honor than to be chosen for a ritual, most Siblings prayed for the chance to prove their devotion in that way, with their papa's hands on them at the alter. However, getting chosen itself was an entirely different can of worms, as the newly appointed Papa had figured out.

Terzo was a big fan of rituals of the flesh, of carnal desire for rituals of abundance and fortune, Primo liked blood sacrifices for health and Secondo used them both simultaneously because he felt it was important to keep the rituals as close to Scripture as possible, the idea of being intimate with someone he didn't really in front of a large crowd was very daunting and blood gave Copia the heeby jeebys. What else could he do? What could he do a ritual for? What does the clergy need?

After putting off his first ritual for a concerning amount of time after his inauguration, Imperator gave him a tiny nudge in the right direction which he almost flat out refused. There was no greater honor than being chosen for a ritual by your papa besides being chosen to be a prime mover and he seriously wasn't prepared to put that on someone. Yet, what else could he do? For the offer that every sibling wanted, he was told that he had to really consider who the vessel was so he put forward his only real friend from when he was a cardinal- someone he trusted- and the provisions were made.

The service hall was draped in lace and candles littered the alter and the floor between the pews; a fire hazard, surely, but that goes with the aesthetics of Satan. He had requested that the bedding itself was private since the ritual part was the physical attempting of spawning the antichrist, but he wasn't entirely sure it was the case from how unusually dark the inside of the rafters were and how the walls creaked. Empty pews didn't always mean an empty corrugation.