Terzo’s execution had been a shock to everyone in the Ministry, everyone watching as a man known for his flair and theatrics was reduced to nothing. Copia taking over as acting leader had been a new approach entirely, and many were still unsure.

The biggest shock however, was a few weeks later, when the Banquet Hall doors opened, and Terzo simply strode in.

His grey and white mismatched eyes flick around the Banquet Hall lazily, a small smile on his face, as he brushes a hand through his black hair nonchalantly. He bore the scars on his neck from his execution, but seemed otherwise unharmed, and certainly not rattled by the incident. Resurrections were practically unheard of, let alone within this Ministry.

Terzo speaks up, his voice dry, accented with the Italian he was so known for.

“What, surprised to see me?”