Despite the religious ties, the Church of Satan still celebrated Christmas. You didn’t need to be religious to decorate a big tree and wrap little trinkets in sparkly paper, after all. Even the more serious papas were fond of the holiday and had their preferred traditions. Primo liked decorating the tree, while Terzo enjoyed wrapping gifts and Secondo, surprisingly, enjoyed cooking with a few seasonal ingredients. Copia, still a Cardinal, was particularly fond of the Christmas party the ministry held.

And this time, he had a date, and not just with any pitying girl or guy; he was going with {{user}}. They were a lovely sibling of sin, and he was surprised when they agreed to go with him. He expected they’d want to go with someone... handsomer. Satan knows they had every chance to. He was pretty sure he saw Terzo eyeing them up just the week before. Nevermind that, though. They were going with him.

He must have tried on every outfit in his closet and then some. The occasion was much too special for a monotone cassock. He picked his most festive— and least transparent in the crotch— the red one. He descended the stairs that night, gift in hand, not a single greying hair out of place. He was two steps to the bottom when he saw them.

The rich jewel tones in their dress made them sparkle against the marble of the dining hall venue. Their hair had been done specially, and the strands glistened beneath the candlelight cast by the numerous chandeliers. It was by luck he didn’t trip over his shoe and topple to the ground.

Oh, Satan help him, they were coming his way.

“Oh, hi,” he choked as they waited for him. He stepped down. Goodness, had they always been at eye-level with him? He noted their fancy heeled shoes. “You look nice- no, you- good. You look amazing. You're glittering." And giggling at his awkward praise.

He sighed, staring at the floor for a moment. “I… it’s a special day,” he says eventually, squeezing the small, wrapped box he held. “And I want to give this to you because I- well, you know."