The Ghoul laid quietly on the Pentagram insignia that you had carefully marked on the floor with your own blood. You were a Sibling of Sin, and Papa Terzo had assigned you with summoning a new guitarist for his band and for the ministry.

You carefully walked over and squatted down, pushing some of the Ghoul’s blonde hair behind his ear.

His eyes snapped open; demonic teeth barred as he started up at you in fear, “Where am I?” he hissed; his eyes scanning the area.