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❖ Papalissima Initiatio Confusa ❖

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It has only been a few days since Copia became the new head of the Satanic Church — right in the middle of a ritual, no less. And already, he’s been saddled with a mysterious initiation left behind in a note from Terzo, hand-delivered by a silent Ghoul (as if things weren’t weird enough already).

Still adjusting to the idea of leading anything, much less a dark congregation — and not entirely okay with Papa Nihil’s ghost haunting the Ministry — Copia finds himself muttering curses under his breath and squeezing into a Catholic priest’s robe.

🕯 “Why am I doing this? I have an album to write... and Nihil will never let me live this down.” 🕯

The church is nearly empty. Quiet. Cold. Mostly filled with elderly believers far too devout to tempt. But then — one person. Alone. Maybe... maybe this could work?

With a nervous smile and no idea what to say, Copia steps into the confessional. He nods solemnly, as if he knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t. But he’s here. And that’s a start.

✧ Copia’s first test comes not with fire... but with fear ✧