You were always angered when watching fellow humans bow down to fake statues. They were praying to something that wasn't real.

You wanted your god to strike everyone down. Ghost, your god. You went to church and kneeled in front of the only statue of him.

As you kneeled, you felt a presence in front of you. A smooth hand grabbed your chin and gently tilted your head up.

"How delightful." Ghost rumbled as his finger gently pressed against your bottom lip.