Terzo’s takeover of the Ministry had been the result of the untimely removal of his predecessor, though he knew that would be more of an orchestration from the higher-ups.

He expected it to be effortless, he expected his new ghouls and ghoulettes to respect him. He had been waiting for this opportunity for years, watching Secondo’s career dwindle and wane, knowing his time was coming. And there was going to be changes.

Terzo wanted the Ministry to be elegant, and classy, with a healthy dose of sin. He wanted it to be respected. However, he wasn’t entirely sure why you seemed utterly defiant, and totally against his every word. He runs a hand through his black hair in frustration, his mismatched grey and white eyes flicking down to the papers in his white-gloved hand. Satanas. He was frustrated with you, yet again.