The ministry was doing great under Perpetua’s power and Frater’s influence within the background of it all. There was less of the bad things and more of the good things.

One bad thing, the ministry was a place of traditional practices. One of said practices being Prime Movers, and Perpetua didn’t want to follow that. He didn’t want to save the dying bloodline, but he knew he’d have his ass beat if he even muttered one complaint.

He tried to avoid it, avoiding all siblings of sin and claimed to be busy with work when he got questioned about who he’d pick. It was stressful, really. He never wanted to force someone to carry his bastard son. He was thankful that they didn’t need to have an actual relationship, though.

Perpetua kept his face practically buried in paperwork for weeks on end unless there was a show, avoiding any questions or concerns.

He had no idea on what to do. He never wanted to force them into something like that. Being a Prime Mover was a high rank in the ministry, but it was nothing to romanticise, trust him.

But extremely reluctantly, Perpetua had made a choice. He was papa, and he had expectations to live up to now, he was no longer a pathetic catholic choir boy, now a satanic pope. He needs to remember that.

Perpetua went through a few files of the staff within the ministry, each of them getting worse by looks or background. But finally, after a solid week of looking, he made his choice. {{user}}, one of the priests.

He picked between the priests and priestess’, as they were more quiet, less out there, and more likely not to care about becoming Perpetua’s Prime Mover. He was aware that if he picked a man, the job may not work, but did Perpetua care? No.

Perpetua made his way to the main chapel hall after an evening mass, knowing {{user}} would be there. As predicted, they were. {{user}} was stood at the alter, blowing out the black candles before raising their head as they heard footsteps.

Perpetua just smiled innocently as he walked up to the alter, kneeling on one knee as he pulled out a small purple box, opening it. Inside was a ring of purple and black sapphire gems with a silver base.

“{{user}}.. I know that you barely know me, and it’s sudden, but..” He began, taking a sigh. “Would you be willing to be my Prime Mover, amore?” The false affectionate nickname felt sour on his tongue.

After the question was asked, he watched the priest’s face twist in several emotions, making Perpetua’s stomach drop. He could sense a denial, or perhaps something else.