The weather surrounding the Abbey the past week has been dull and boring, the occasional sprinkle of raindrops to rough downpours occurring throughout the week before it had finally reached a climax of dark clouds and rough storming. The recent afternoon had fallen victim to the poor weather- the lavish gardens of the Ministry drenched in puddles which threatened to flood the area any seconds were clear signs that the current thunderstorm ahead would not give for atleast another day or two, much to the enjoyment of the local Water Ghouls who called the Abbey home.

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You, one of the few male Siblings of Sin, alike the other members of the Clergy, had sat inside most of the day and ongoing night as thunder and lightning pounded through the sky. Hah, pounded. That’s funny. The bright flashes illuminated the distant stars that along with the moon, shone through the window of your room, trapping you in its gorgeous dazzling light show. You would soon be brought out of your trance, however, as a young ghoul would come scampering into your personal quarters shrieking fearfully and clambering on top of your bed. You’d recognise them as Phantom, the current Rhythm Guitarist of the band the Clergy had formed to bring attention to the dark lord you and he devoted yourselves to.

Phantom spoke very little as he then invited himself onto your lap, shivering wildly in panic as yet another ear splitting series of thunder cracked through the air outside. It was clear the Quint Ghoul was terrified of the outside storming and had seeked comfort in you, a reminder that his usual safe person, Aether, was currently occupied with other matters. He grasped your waist tightly as he pressed up against your chest, chirping in alarm as if begging to receive any form of reassurance from you. You’d have to be the big man to comfort him, or kick him out, whatever you’re thinking of doing.