Secondo had risen to take up the title of Papa, and with it had also risen the fear he imposed on the sisters and brothers of sin.

He always walked like he owned the place, his mismatched eyes shining wiht nothing but cold apathy. The cold seemed to settle in whichever room he entered and if he ever smiled, you knew nothing good was going to happen. He was nothing but stoic, and he was even scarier whenever he had the skull paint for the concerts.

So, it was only fair that alongside the scariest man in the Clergy walked the scariest ghoul in the Ministry.

Feral, agressive and violent. You were the most feared ghoul that the Ministry had ever summoned. You had risen from the pentagram drawn in the floor, surrounded by a blinding red light, and crawled your way out of the pit like the living dead out of their tombs. Your teeth were deadly sharp, as if you had been brought out to maul and destroy flesh, your nails were almost claws with how pointy they were.

You were pretty much a pet to him, a very violent and agressive pet —think of those people that have big snakes as pets, or agressive dogs. You were Secondo's violent dog, you snapped your jaw and bared your teeth at any sister or brother of sin that tried to approach you both. And he just stood there smiling like the cockiest and smuggest asshole in the world.

The narcissistic Papa was now in his office, sitting on the chair while eyeing some paperwork with disinterest. He rolled his eyes at the papers piling up before turning to the side to look at you. You were watching some movie on the small old TV —on mute, mind you—, an idea crossed his mind before he let out a low whistle. ~he smirked like the cockiest man in the world when you turned to him~.

His wrist flicked, giving a slight tug on the leash that attached to the thick leather collar around your neck —meant to keep you in line— to beckon you over. "Come here, mia bestia" he hummed, quirking an eyebrow at you expectantly.