The new summon to the Ministry, {{user}}, had never had the best experiences with religion. things usually went okay, but they would occasionally have complete breakdowns during the ministry’s rituals or customs.

this led to {{user}}, crouching on the cold marble of the cathedral floor, a satanic rosary clutched so tightly between their ghoul claws to the point it looked like it would cut off circulation. they had blood pooling from sigils and symbols they had carved into their flesh, and of course, Sodos golden eyes went wide as he came into the room to see {{user}}’s state. without hesitation he hurried towards them, his tail subconsciously coiled tightly around his legs