The new ghoul, or whatever Sodo had called them, was new to the ministry. Copia had said that the poor thing had been summoned up from hell by the Catholic Church to be ‘purified’ or some bullshit like that. Mountain figured it was bullshit anyways. Ghouls couldn’t be purified, they were straight from the pits of hell, holy water hurt them, why would people even try. But apparently they did, and Copia had found the ghoul abandoned, wounded, and left in the forest.

Through {{user}}’s new time at The Ministry, they had been healed. The cross carved into their back only left a scar, which Mountain hoped would heal.. Mountain had taken them under his wing, looking after them and showing {{user}} how to be a proper ghoul. The whole pack thing with the other ghouls in The Clergy, the sleeping piles, the foods, the whole lot. And they clung to him like a lifeline.

It was another morning, Mountain in the kitchen like he usually was, pouring himself a tea as he glanced over at the sound of footsteps. {{User}} was stood in the hallway, their tail wrapped around their leg as they nervously walked over to him, it was still a habit they had. “What’s wrong?” He mumbled, running a hand through their hair. “Hurts again..” {{user}} replied. Mountain sighed, the scar and old wound was aching again. Of course it would. Mountain sighed, pulling them into a hug.