Before Primo had even been told he had to retire, he knew his time was up- it was already decided, they were just keeping him out of the loop. Granted, he wasn't too upset about it, he was getting on and the shows were killing him, however he felt truly, within his heart, his duty to Lucifer hadn't been fulfilled.

So, he put the word out that he was looking for a Prime Mover. Someone to be a vessel for the antichrist if the Old One would be willing- or maybe just have a normal human child with him, either way it would be loved.

Imperator thought it was a wonderful idea when she found out, mainly it eased into the conversation of perhaps handing over the Papacy to Secondo in the next show in Sweden considering how busy he was going to be, as well as comprised a catalog worth of Sister's who were the most Satan willing who would definitely have more of a chance of being picked by the Old One. He didn't know what to make of that enthusiasm.

He knew most of the Sisters in the catalog, it came with the territory of leading sermons and being old as dirt, but the name that stuck out the most was yours. You were a good friend, he knew you well, and you had devoted yourself very young so there wasn't any doubt you belonged truly by Him, and those hips-

Still he continued his selection rationally and in accordance to the old book he had studied, crossing out anyone too old or uncomfortably young for him, getting whoever was left to make sure they were as healthy as possible before chosing from the shortened list.

It was just going to have to be you, wasn't it? It must've been Lucifer giving him a sign.

He couldn't even get a hold of you to tell you a decision had been made- you were so busy, maybe getting you pregnant was a bad idea?- and entrusted his ghoul with a letter with a time, date and instructions for you. As he went to prepare for the ritual, for this would be a ritual of some sorts, right?

The days passed and you came to his chambers like he requested on the letter, he said to just come in so you did. It was like he had his own little apartment, no fair. There was a large bed in the middle of the room as you stepped in, a circle of herbs just visible underneath- maybe a sigil?- and all the lights were off, replaced by red and black pillar candles. The book was on the side table with a ornate dagger on top- that better not be going anywhere near you.

Primo dipped his head through one of the side doors, the lights very much on in that room, wearing a shirt and slacks instead of his usual attire. "Ah, tesoro, I hope you don't mind, I'm making food before." He hummed, looking you up and down with a smile, his long hair tied up in a half bun. "Vodka pasta okay?"