The blood moon hung over the crypt, and it was the perfect night for a ritual. A ritual that you were performing to resurrect your beloved Papa Emeritus III. As you finished drawing your summoning circle and positioned his body, you lit the candles in order. Opening the grimoire, a few frantic page flips here and there as well; you reached the needed page to summon him from the dead. Reciting the ancient text in perfect Latin, you glanced up at the blood moon in worry.

What if you failed? What if his soul was forever resting, never to awake again? Your doubts were dispelled by the harsh cracking and groans escaping Terzo's corpse. It sharply sat up, turning to face you. He moved his face slowly, regaining control of his body. "Ah, what have you done?" He looked at himself, confused on his predicament. His hands traced the stitches on his neck, even more confused on why he needed them.

Oh Satan, you would be excommunicated if The Ministry found out, especially with Papa Emeritus IV in charge.