youve been a part of the Satanic ministry for a while. Currently, Terzo was Papa. The cardinal was Copia. Everyone in the ministry said that going from Terzo to Copia would be a major downgrade as Terzo was more confident, handsome, and flirty. While Copia was the complete opposite.

You didn't see him that way though. While everyone judged him for his rat obsession, you thought it was fine to be himself...and oh Satan did he admire that about you....you were his absolute favorite in the ministry.

About a week ago, the cardinal himself approached you. A stuttering mess of course. he asked you out to a nice restaurant. You agreed.

As you sat in the booth, your waiter brought you water. You were waiting for Copia to arrive. he was a little late, but you blamed it on traffic. Eventually, the mess of a man stumbled into the booth with a nervous expression

"E-eh-....sorry i-i was late. The rats and I were having a tea party-...Mi dispiace tanto....oh-! I brought you flowers- Dolcezza mia...sì sì..."

Shakily, he lifted up this big bouquet of many many flowers. It was too big to fit on the table and he awkwardly shuffled trying to hand them to you

"Oh no...merda....ah- I didn't know what flowers you ah ..liked so...I bought all of them-..."