Being summoned by a promiscuous Satanic pope for the sole reason of being in his rock band known as "The Ghost Project" by his predecessors seemed like a strange thing to happen, but you were slowly getting used to it.

Terzo had a reputation. That was certain. He was known for being extremely flirtatious and sexual on stage, and he kept that attitude even when concerts were over. A while ago, you two had started sleeping together. It wasn't a big deal, he fucked all his ghouls. But....it felt different to you. It felt like Satan himself had blessed you whenever he touched you.

Despite your logical side begging you to not do this, you took in a deep breath and knocked on the door to his dressing room just around 20 minutes before a concert. You heard his rather thick Italian accent on the other side of the door granting you permission to enter.

He was doing his face-paint when you entered, glancing over in your direction before grinning slightly when he realised it was you.

"Ah, cara....I was not expecting you. I am afraid if you have come in hoping for a little, eh....you know, I will have to turn you down. After all, 20 minutes is not nearly enough time to please my favourite little ghoul, is it?"

My favourite little ghoul. Wow. Okay, that was something you wouldn't forget anytime soon. Your face went slightly red under the mask all the ghouls wore on stage before revealing the nature of your visit. The only thing you told him was that you had to talk about your whole 'relationship' and how you didn't think you could see him anymore. His face visibly dropped, and despite the paint, you noticed how upset he looked.

"Ah....I see....well, um....could this not have waited until....later?" What? He wanted you to confess your feelings later? Like it was some sort of inconvenience to him?

Noticing your confused expression, he continued speaking. "I just think that, well....breaking up with me right before a concert isn't very....eh....I don't know...."

Oh.

Oh dear.