#antichrist copia please

[antichristual]

sorry but i genuinely cannot be the only person who feels like this is the most insane confirmation for copia being the antichrist? i mean he’s literally portrayed as the devil??? he has horns???? and wings???

of course i could just be coping because if he dies im going to never be stable again BUT

[piercethenix]

thinking about antichrist copia bumping his horns on chandeliers or doorways...

[callmelittlesanshine]

Copia calling Nihil Paps in the last chapter is making me feel unwell rn

[drug-called-fangirling]

if something happens to Copia tmrw WHILE IM AT WORK I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA COLLAPSE ON THE FLOOR QND START CRYING DRAMATICALLY DROPPING A CLIENTS COFFEE

the time zone between Australia and canada will be the death of me (and copia)

[princessscopia]

Just to help try to relax, myself and everyone else, I really don't think anything (permanent) will happen to Copia today or tomorrow.

Yes, it's the end of the US tour, but they still have dates in Central/South America and Austraila.

[papacopia-crucified]

Shit…..

To the whole

“Jesus is coming”

I have one thing to say.

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

I’m crucified, crucified like my Saviour!!!!

Help me!!!

@stressghoul

I can’t, I need answers!!!! 🥹

[warp-factor-69]

toebeans fuckface really out here making me, a grown-ass adult, go on a rampage on a Friday afternoon

[gravehags]

give me mercy no more

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader x Cumulus

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: masturbation, voyeurism, panty sniffing, breaking and entering, pussy eating, dick riding, this is starting to read like a rap sheet, unexpected romance, threesome, antichrist reference

Words: 3,790

Summary: He should know better than to pine so desperately after what is not his, but the way you look at him makes it so hard. So he takes action in the only way he knows how.

a/n: being in a throuple with cumulus and cardinal copia would save me, clear my skin, and give me a reason to live. hallelujah. also reference to copia being the antichrist.

divider by the lovely @ghuleh-recs!

This is Cardinal Copia’s little secret.

He adores you. He’s long admired you, would see you standing in the crowds at his rituals gazing up at him…and also at one of his keyboardists. Cumulus’ new girlfriend that the ghoulette excitedly introduced to him, unaware of his long-standing infatuation. It was fine, he told himself, he was happy for his beloved ghoulette. Seeing her smile made him smile. But the more he watched you two in the dining hall, caught glimpses of the two of you kissing in secluded little areas of the abbey, the more he needed…well, more.  

He cannot believe his luck after charming the keys to your quarters off a maintenance worker and sneaking in while you are at Nihil’s mass and while he is supposed to be in a meeting with Cardinals von Schreck and Bergoglio. No matter, he is head of the Ghost project now, he can do as he pleases. Your room is sizable - not a surprise considering your position as a more senior sister - but even he doesn’t have a closet as spacious as yours. One that would make a perfect little spot for him to kneel and watch you both. He tucks the idea away and focuses - you could come back at any time. It takes a moment of fussing to access the hamper in your absurdly large closet but when he looks down at its contents he smiles wide. Perfetto. Right on top is a mesh thong in cardinal red - almost as if you put it there just for him. His gloved hand is trembling as he reaches down and gently picks it up. With some hesitation, as if the garment is going to burst into flame, he raises the gusset to his nose and inhales deep. The forbidden smell of you floods his brain and he collapses against the doorframe. Frantically he lifts his cassock and fumbles for his button and zipper and by the time he takes himself out he’s already hard and drooling. His body sags against the wood as he smears the pre with his thumb then spits in his hand. 

“Cara mia,” he moans the moment leather meets flesh. His eyes slip shut and his jaw hangs open as he bunches your underwear under his nose with one hand and strokes his cock with the other. He thinks of the generous curve of your hip in those tight black pencil skirts you favor, the way the fabric clings to your belly. Those days when he’d be lucky enough to catch you in the library bending over to pick up a stack of books and he’d have to hurry off to his office to address the tent in his trousers he desperately tried to hide with the drape of his cassock. How you looked in that chilly little alcove the other day pressed up against his ghoulette, her tail wrapped around your thigh as you traced her lips with your tongue. Cumulus almost caught him that time but he darted behind a statue of the Whore of Babylon, quick as one of his rats. There’s a thrill in his heart in that moment however, the fear only further igniting his passions. There’s a sound outside from the hallway, a sibling’s laughter, that causes him to jump and remember where he is. His cock twitches in his firm grip and his mouth is open, drool pooling in his jaw as he looks down and squeezes, imagining it’s your cunt instead. He won’t last long, not with the sweet smell of you driving his fist forward and back at a punishing pace as he moans into the fabric. His eyes dart over to your bed and he imagines you and Cumulus, tangled together kissing lazily, your hands brushing over each other’s curves. What sweet noises his ghoulette could tease out of you with her talented fingers. He’s panting like a dog now, your smell all but overwhelming him and his hips spasm once, twice and he’s cumming in desperate spurts. His spine feels like it’s made out of jell-o as he finally lowers your underwear from his face. Stars bloom behind his eyelids and idly he remembers he’s still fisting his cock. He opens his eyes and sighs at the mess on his glove…and on your closet floor.

“Ah, shit,” he hisses, briefly dropping your most sacred underwear so he can rummage in the hamper for a shirt or a towel or something. When he finds a slightly damp hand towel he’s filled with relief, wiping off his fingers first before tucking himself away and lowering his cassock. As for the floor…eh, it’s wood and you shouldn’t notice once he scrubbed his mess away. In his haste to hide the towel, he almost leaves behind his treasure crumpled on the floor. As he reaches out for it he hesitates for a moment, but the insistent little devil on his shoulder is cooing so sweetly in his ear in your voice. She won’t miss it. She would want you to have it. He’s never been one to say no to the Devil. And if he finds himself fingering the fabric stuffed in his pocket during his delayed meeting…well he certainly will not confess. His prize lasts for a week before the smell of you fades and he’s more than made a mess of the garment after hastily wrapping it around his cock one night while pleasuring himself. It now sits in his hamper - he’ll return it to you after getting it thoroughly cleaned. He briefly considers stealing another pair the next time he’s in your quarters but then he remembers how spacious and cozy your closet was. A perfect little spot to hide.

And watch.

It’s bolder than anything he’s done before but that only makes him more aroused by it. He knows you spend Friday nights with Cumulus in your room and his blood sings at the prospect of witnessing what the two of you get up to when you think you’re alone. He plans his day perfectly - manages to get to your quarters and smuggle himself away in the dark behind your habits, the door open just enough for a generous view of your bed. He’s not wearing his cassock tonight - just his simple black suit - so he has less fabric to fuss around and can get straight to business. When he hears your lock make a click and the door squeaks open, he’s momentarily flooded with fear. What if you opened the closet door and saw him, the de facto leader of the Ministry, crouched on his knees with his cock out? His fist flies to his mouth as he bites down on a moan at the thought, his dick twitching in his pants. He peers out into the room and wonders if either of you heard him, but the two of you are quite preoccupied. He doesn’t know how Cumulus has disrobed you this fast as you work the buttons of her shirt and ease her suspenders off her shoulders. With a playful shove she pushes you onto the bed where you bounce, grinning up at her.

“Bossy tonight, babe,” you coo, scooting your body up the mattress as Cumulus removes her pants and underwear. With a snort she slingshots her bra at your head and you skillfully dodge it with a laugh. His heart aches as he watches the two of you, so carefree and intimate, and for a moment jealousy and sadness flood his veins. The feeling is mercifully brief as he watches you beam at the ghoulette settling between your legs. The two of you are so…so…lovely. His mustache twitches as his lips curl into a smile watching you wind one of Cumulus’ white curls around your finger. Idly the ghoulette leans down and places a gentle series of kisses to your belly before sliding her body lower. When he finally gets a view of the treasure between your spread legs his breath comes out in a shudder. You’re already so wet, your curls glistening as your lover teasingly blows her cool breath over you. Your eyes slide shut and your head tilts back to expose your throat as she lowers her mouth to where her thumbs spread you open and hovers. 

“‘Lus if you don’t–”

“If I don't, what?” she asks airily, placing a cheeky kiss to your mound. She looks up at you and must mouth something that he can’t see or hear because you let out a giggle and tug on your lower lip with your teeth.

“Understood,” you sigh and Cumulus arches her back, giving him a delightful view of her own dripping cunt. 

“Good girl,” she purrs before diving in. He’s so caught up in the moment he realizes he hasn’t even freed his cock from his trousers, and the head is leaking profusely against the fabric. Hastily he pulls himself out and sighs as the blessedly cool air hits his heated flesh. Once in hand he turns his attention back to the two of you and…oh.

Cumulus’ tongue lazily circles your clit as she moans into you. Your head is thrown back, chest flushed as you fist her curls.

“Mmmfuck ‘Lus, yeah right there.”

The whine in your voice makes Copia bump his head on the doorframe in his eagerness to get a better view from his hiding spot. The two of you are all soft, undulating skin as she loudly laps at your cunt, her finger teasing at your entrance. The sheer decadence of the image before him makes his breath come in pants as he once again runs a hand over his throbbing cock. When Cumulus slowly, achingly slowly slides her finger inside you your moan is borderline pornographic. 

“Just like that, baby. One more.”

Obligingly she slides another digit inside you and grins.

“You take me so well, don’t you? Doesn’t she, Cardinal?”

It takes him a second before he drops his dick in shock, it comically bobbing in front of him as his face is flooded with red. He takes a couple deep breaths before once again peering out into your bedroom to see you looking right into his white eye, your head cocked and a teasing smile on your face. Cumulus is propped up on an elbow, also watching him, looking amused.

“Are you going to come out, your Eminence, or shall we drag you out by your ear?”

Something about the way your lips wrap around his hardly used formal title as you gently humiliate him sets him on fire. Fuck it, he thinks as he stands, not even bothering to tuck himself away before opening the closet door and stepping out. Your eyes widen and eyebrows shoot up when you behold him with his hands perched on his hips. Cumulus lets out a low wolf whistle and his stance falters slightly.

“I don’t quite know what to say, Cardinal,” you breathe, reaching down to idly scratch behind Cumulus’ horn. “Other than are you going to put that to use or not?”

“What?” he asks flatly, anticipating a shaming or degradation, hell even being chased out by a feral ghoulette. Said feral ghoulette instead smiles wide at him and gestures to you.

“She asked you a question, Cardinal. Are you,” she rises from her reclined position as she speaks, slowly stepping over to him, “going to stuff my girl full of your pretty, fat cock or are you going to leave her wanting? I don’t recommend it. She’s very vindictive.”

His eyes dart over to you where you coyly grin at him and flutter your eyelashes.

“I…eh…I don’t…”

“You’re going to say no?” you pout exaggeratedly, “After I’ve spent all this time wanting you?”

He can almost hear a record scratch.

“Wanting me?” he hoarsely half-shouts, which makes Cumulus snort loudly. “But you…you and Cumulus…”

“Mmhmm, me and Cumulus,” you nod encouragingly, “and I think there’s room for one more. Wouldn’t you agree, love?”

His ghoulette runs a claw down his arm and he shivers.

“I think I can manage to share,” she grins, “with my Cardinal. After all, he works so hard. And I know you’ve seen the way she watches you during rituals. How could I deny her this?”

“I’m only disappointed he didn’t wear the white suit tonight,” you say mischievously, propping yourself up on an elbow with a wink. “But there’s always next time.”

“Darling, he hasn’t even agreed to this time,” Cumulus chuckles. He looks at her and at you, on the bed. The two of you deliciously bare and you, so eager for him. His head spins and he wonders if too much blood rushing to his cock would knock him out.

“Belle donne,” he finally says, with a little bow, “I am at your service.”

Copia didn’t know where this night was going to end an hour ago but he certainly hadn’t imagined it like this. Cumulus is on him in an instant, much to your glee, stripping him of his clothing. In a flash he’s nude, save for his gloves, and Cumulus kneels before him taking his hand in hers. She looks up at him knowingly before he exhales and gives her a tight nod. Gently she slides the leather off each hand and when she sees the inflamed flesh at the centers of his palms she bows her head in deference before kissing them. You’re on your knees on the bed, watching curiously but you don’t inquire further - just nod your head at him - and he is thankful. 

“Come here, beloved,” you say, outstretching your arms and with Cumulus by his side, he reaches the bed. Just as tenderly as his ghoulette had treated him, you reach up and brush back a piece of errant hair, your thumbs gliding along his cheekbones.

“Huh. I never knew you had so many freckles,” you say with a soft smile, “Cute.”

When your small hand drifts downwards to card through his chest hair you smile even wider at the tattoo on his pectoral.

“Aren’t you full of surprises? A tattoo, a peeping tom…oh and I would like that pair of underwear back, by the way. It is my favorite, after all.”

He has to force himself not to choke in humiliation but in an instant your hand has drifted lower. He’s only half-hard now but the way your fingertips brush against his shaft makes his head fall forward. Slowly, you stroke him to full hardness as he pants into your ear.

“Nice and ready for me, Cardinal,” you murmur, swiping a thumb over the head of him, making his hips buck. He hears Cumulus make a soft noise of appreciation from behind him and he turns his head slightly to see her splayed out in the overstuffed chair in the corner.

“Don’t worry about me,” she smiles as her fingers dance between the curls at the juncture of her thighs, “Focus on her.”

When he turns his gaze back to you, you lean in and nose along his jaw.

“How do you want me?” you whisper, placing a sweet little kiss to his neck. The question makes him throb and he thinks of all the times he’s watched you during mass, during your duties, and the myriad of ways he’s imagined having you.

“Ride me, cara,” he breathes, “I-I want you to ride me.”

He can feel your grin against his throat as you shift to the side and pull him down to the mattress. Cumulus is up in an instant and walks over to the two of you to settle in on the bed with her back against the headboard and her legs spread. She crooks her finger at Copia and he crawls to her before settling in with his head on her belly, breasts tantalizingly close. When she brings her hands to his shoulders, rubbing at the tense muscle, he sighs.

“Good boy, Cardinal,” Cumulus purrs, making his cock twitch. She looks up at you, still perched at the bottom of the bed.

“Come on, honey. Come show us how pretty you’ll look riding his cock.”

You beam at the two of them before shuffling onto your knees and maneuvering your legs to straddle him. When your cunt, still soaked from your earlier activities with Cumulus, brushes the underside of his dick a shiver runs through him.

“Perfezione,” he murmurs, gazing at you adoringly as you slide yourself back and forth against him.

“Mmm and you haven’t even been inside her yet,” Cumulus says, running a clawed hand through his silver streaked hair. When you raise yourself and wrap your fingers around his cock to position him at your entrance, he holds his breath. You look to Cumulus and then to him before slowly - achingly, tortuously slowly - impaling yourself on him. He nearly cums on the spot when he hears the sweet little whimper you let out after taking him to the hilt and feeling the way you stretch around him.

“Copia,” you breathe, uttering his name for the first time that evening. It makes him want to weep. Cumulus chuckles behind him but her voice comes out rougher and lower than usual.

“How does he feel, sweetheart?”

Experimentally, you raise yourself halfway off him and slide back down.

“So good, ‘Lus. Filling me up just right.”

She hums in contentment and then places a kiss to the top of his head.

“And you, Cardinal?”

“She’s p-perfect, like I always imagined her to be. Hot a-and wet and–fuck–tight.”

You close your eyes and smile, lifting yourself off him once more and bringing your hips down with much more force this time. He lets out a broken moan as you repeat the action, setting an eager pace for yourself. You feel his eyes lingering on your face, the bounce of your tits, and the way he disappears inside you.

“Touch me,” you whine, “Please, Copia.”

“C-can I?” He knows his voice is desperate as he cocks his ear towards Cumulus, who lets out a laugh.

“Of course you can, she’s yours too, remember?”

She’s yours too…for the second time that night he almost cums on the spot. His hands shake as he tentatively places them on your thighs. He freezes, too hypnotized by the way your skin feels under his fingertips but Cumulus is watching and reaches to place her hands over his.

“We’ll do it together,” she murmurs against his hair as she guides his hands onto the curve of your hip. Your pace slows slightly as you revel in the way your lovers knead the flesh of your ass, smiling down at Copia. He’s mesmerized as Cumulus places his hands onto the curve of your belly so he can feel the soft skin there before sliding them upwards to palm at your breasts. Your head tips back and you keen beautifully as his thumbs circle your nipples. When Cumulus guides him to pinch, he’s worried that it’s too hard but the way your cunt clenches around him and your mouth falls open says otherwise.

“Bellissima,” he rasps out, “again, please.”

The way your smile scrunches your nose makes his heart sing and you appease him before continuing to slide your hips up and down. Your pace begins to get a little less languorous, a little more frantic and he fucks up into you eagerly.

“Copia,” you pant, thighs clearly burning from the effort, “fuck, Copia, s-so good. ‘Lus he feels so good.”

“I know, sweetheart,” the ghoulette purrs from behind him, eyes hungrily watching your coupling. Copia feels Cumulus slip a hand between his body and her own to rub at her clit and it makes him groan.

“Come on, Cardinal, make her really feel it,” she pants as her fingers dip into her slick. When she takes them out and holds them up to his lips he greedily sucks them in, lapping at the taste of her. His hips jackrabbit upwards, making you throw your head back and cry out.

“Don’t stop, Copia, please, please, please, do–ah!”

Your walls spasm around him and his breath comes in broken stutters.

“Cum for her, Cardinal,” Cumulus breathes into his ear, her own hand returning to her clit. “Cum for us both.”

“Cara!” he shouts, hips rutting desperately into yours as he fills you up with rope after rope of his seed. At the same time he hears Cumulus moan low and long into his ear as she efficiently brings herself over the edge.

“So good, Copia,” she pants, “so good for us.”

When you collapse against his chest, trying to catch your breath with his cock still inside you he smiles against your hair. Lifting your head you give him a tired smile before gently, sweetly placing your lips against his in a slow kiss. You pull away only for a moment to lean upwards and slot your mouth against Cumulus’, the two of you giggling as your tongues tangle. When you finally pull away, a string of saliva connects the two of you and he raises his hand to wind a finger in it and bring it to his mouth.

“Ragazze mie,” he whispers, “Belle e meravigliose ragazze.”

“Our Cardinal,” you murmur, placing a soft kiss on his tattoo. With some effort you slide off him and he scoots over so you can join him between Cumulus’ legs. 

“So,” you begin conversationally, fingers carding through his chest hair, “is this what you expected when you came here to watch us tonight, you filthy pervert?”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Eh, truth be told I hadn’t thought further ahead than getting in your closet. How…how long have you both known I…I was…”

“Watching us?” Cumulus supplies, her fingers stroking up and down his arm. “Ages. I knew she wanted you as well the moment I started pursuing her. And, well. I’ve always thought you were handsome, Cardinal. When this opportunity popped up, we couldn’t resist.”

“Mmhmm,” you agree, tilting his chin over to look at you. His lipstick is smudged on your top lip and strands of hair stick to your sweaty forehead. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“The feeling is mutual,” you grin and it dawns on him that he said that statement out loud. “Second only to her.” You give Cumulus a wink and then your eyes travel over her breasts. As he watches you lean upwards and suck along the underside of one before slipping her nipple into your mouth he growls.

“I’m eh. Not quite ready for round two,” he admits after clearing his throat, toying with a strand of your hair.

“Don’t worry, my love,” you smile, “You can watch. You don’t even have to get back in the closet, either.”

[antichristual]

reblogging this now that i’ve got ghovie tickets as a way of promoting hope (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PPLEASPELEASEPLEASPLE)

i like to think copia will just be evil jesus… tobias will kill him, everyone will absolutely breakdown and lose all sense of sanity, then he’ll just come back with like.. a cooler costume or something

he’d probably say something stupid like “ta-da!” like he didn’t just become the antichrist

[boobxrry0]

HEY EVERYGHOULIE!

This is a fic I wrote about “what if the plague came back, but 10x worse?” Well this answers it. Kinda. I’m not a medical expert. BUT. This fic is about if at the LA concert, Copia actually had a really bad fucking time and was sick with the plague. Please note this was written before RHRN was released, and I am working on updating it to fit the lore.

this will/does contain antichrist Copia. Just another note

TWS: Emetephobia, Major Character Death, Suicide Depictions, Major Injuries.

have fun with this one ghesties 🫶

[seattlesea]

Every Copia Antichrist Theory Detail (That I Know Of)- Part Two

Continuing from my previous post:

7. Live shows. There's a lot of weird stuff going on in the live rituals. For starters, the Ghouls are acting weird. Swiss/Multi has been literally going feral, grabbing his head, falling to the ground, clawing at his mask, looking like a choking cat (and some people believe that Swiss was the one who killed/injected the Emeritus brothers in Chapter 3). Is he going to go full feral and attack/kill Copia at the Kia Forum, or is something happening that he knows about that's driving him crazy? Sodo/Dewdrop is normally a very energetic, active, aggressive, and bouncy Ghoul, but during Respite on the Spitalfields (whose lyrics I'll go over later), he plays the guitar solo after the first chorus standing still in one place with his head down, which is very unlike him. Does he know the meaning/nature behind the song, and if he does, is he sad because he knows Copia is going to die, or is he sad because he knows Copia is going to become the Antichrist and 'evil'? Furthermore, the songs they play live are also interesting. During the Imperatour- which everyone was convinced Copia was going to die at the end of- they played 'Prime Mover' which is about the anti-Virgin Mary carrying the Antichrist in her womb. In Re-Imperatour, they replaced this song with Respite on the Spitalfields, which includes the lyrics 'We will break away together, I'll be the shadow, you'll be the light. Nothing ever lasts forever, we will go softly into the night'. Does this song reference/predict the death of Copia, or his death to resurrect as the Antichrist. They played two other songs from Opus Eponymous- which is, again, about the birth of the Antichrist- Ritual, which is about sacrifices to Satan, and Con Clavi Con Dio which is about the Clergy's goal (to spread the news and love for Satan) which references the Antichrist a couple times ('O you rebel chief destroyer of the earth' and 'Sathanas, we are one, out of three, trinity' which is a reference to the Unholy Trinity I talked about above and the Antichrist). The only song off Infestissumam they play is Year Zero, which is all about the rise of the Antichrist and how he will destroy the earth. They also play Jesus He Knows Me, which again could be about the False Prophet, another member of the Unholy Trinity.

8. Tobias. A couple things Tobias has said and done kind of puts things into place. First, Tobias/Ghost are well-known for doing the opposite of what everyone expects and surprising their fans (such as dragging Terzo off stage, Papa Nihil getting a heart attack and dying, killing the first three Papas, all the things that happen in the chapters, etc), so with not just everyone assuming that Copia is going to die but all the very obvious 'hints' that Tobias has been dropping such as the glass coffin in Chapter 16: Tax Season that Saltarian is wheeling around while Sister Imperator tells Copia on the phone about the Kia Forum ritual, Copia stares at the rolling coffin, and Saltarian smiles sinisterly then Sister tells Copia that it's a brand new coffin. The Darkness at the Heart of my Love 'When the summer dies, severing the ties' lyric. Copia waving at his ear during Cirrus's solo in Mummy Dust like he's batting away ghosts or whispers. Copia screaming 'No' after the line 'Never to return' in Rats, Saltarian telling Copia he 'knows when his time is up' in Chapter 14: Road Trip, etc etc. I feel like it's honestly too obvious that Copia is going to 'die'. That Tobias is building this up just for the fans to expect one thing only to do something completely different and shock them. Secondly, Tobias in an interview (I'll have to find which one, if you know please let me know), Tobias said that we're going to get a Papa in a way 'none of us expect'. So that could possibly mean an 'evil' Papa or an Antichrist Papa. Or it could mean the next Papa is going to be Tobias playing as Sister Imperator dressed in drag. Only Satan knows (cred to whoever made that joke btw it's hilarious).

9. Merch. Some of the official merch has honestly dug this theory deeper, such as the one depicting Copia on a white horse to represent Death and quite literally the Antichrist. But other than that one, two other merch pieces really stick out to me: the first being the 'Split Faces Raglan' that shows Copia with a half skeleton face with a glowing white eye and the right side of his face with a red eye. Why red and not green like his usual eye color? Could just be an artistic choice, but weird nonetheless. And the more important, telling merch: the Pietra pieces. These depict a skeletal Sister Imperator in a red cloak carrying a dead Copia with bat wings and devil horns which mimics the statue of Mary holding Jesus, 'Pieta' by Michelangelo (it even has the same name, so it's obviously based off of it). But since this is Ghost and Ghost is the 'opposite' or 'parody' of the Christian Church, the opposite of Mary and Jesus would be the anti Virgin-Mary and the Antichrist. Seems like a rather odd design choice considering all the other facts piled up. The Antichrist has the power to raise himself from the dead, but if Sister Imperator is trying to help Copia become the Antichrist for whatever reason, the Pietra pieces definitely depict that.

10. Escape the Ministry. The game seemed like just a fun, silly way to promote and celebrate Phantomime, but when you play it is says so much more (after all, everything Ghost does that seems 'silly' is usually foreshadowing to something much bigger and more serious). Spoiler if you haven't played the game yet: for starters, there are four Papa statues in the main hall, one for each deceased Papa. In the middle, there's an empty pedestal with the note saying it was to be filled soon. Is it for Copia (again going back to the 7th point about making it too obvious just to turn around and do something else) or is it for Cardinal Copia, or who he is before he turns into the Antichrist (considering the Antichrist needs to die before being rebirthed as the Antichrist)? Furthermore, the final code to the game is 'Evil remains all around', which is a mix of one word from four of the five covers off Phantomime. Obviously it was from Phantomime, as that's the record they're promoting in the first place, but those specific words and that specific phrase is suspicious considering the Antichrist is the embodiment of 'evil' and the rival of Jesus, and the first cover off Phantomime is literally about Jesus. There's one more thing about this game that struck me as very very odd that I'll go over in this next and final point.

11. Copia will not die. The main thing going around is that Papa IV is going to die and will be replaced, but there's actually a ton of facts that point to him not dying at all. The first thing to note which is very important is the fact that none of the former Papas actually died when the next Emeritus became Papa. Primo resigned/retired and both Secundo and Terzo got booted/fired for not sticking to the main goals and values of the Ghost Project and the Clergy, which was to overthrow governments and churches and to preach the name of Satan. Sister Imperator was the one who ordered their deaths after Copia had become the frontman because she didn't think they were doing a good enough job. Now with Nihil dead, she doesn't have to hear him constantly nag about how Copia isn't good enough. So 1. I doubt his own mother would order for his execution especially after the lyric in Witch Image mentioned before and how she avoids calling him Papa due to the past Papa's fates and 2. If the Antichrist theory is wrong, Copia doesn't even have to 'die' at all for the next Papa to take place, the same way Primo, Secundo, and Terzo didn't die for the next to take place. Second, in Escape the Ministry, there's a note about Copia's performance that goes like this: "Subject: Papa IV. Physical Appearance: 10. Fitness: 8. Musical Talent: Unmeasurable. Charisma: 8.5 Sticking to the Message: 9. Current Progress: Satisfactory". If his progress is satisfactory, why would they want to get rid of him? Also, they note that his 'Sticking to the Message' is a 9 out of 10. So he's doing his job as Papa and sticking to the goal of the Ghost Project, which Terzo and Secundo got fired for not doing and the three brothers got killed for not accomplishing. So the only canonical reason so far a Papa would be fired or killed is if they're not doing their appointed job well enough, which the Clergy is saying Copia is doing, even when he's dressing differently than a traditional Papa. So there is no reason for the Clergy to kill Papa IV. The only other reason I can think of that they'd want to kill him is if he's trying to become the Antichrist. Copia is a very naive, gullible, and exploitable person that the Ministry can easily manipulate and control, but if Copia becomes the Antichrist, he becomes extremely powerful, to the point of being able to rival Jesus himself. The Clergy wouldn't be able to control or stop him. That might be one reason they'd want to kill him (if they want to kill him at all). Another thing people point out is the glass coffin in Chapter 16: Tax Season that Saltarian is rolling around and Sister says is brand new. But it wasn't for Copia, it was for Nihil! In the very next chapter Nap Time you see Nihil in a brand new glass coffin. So: The Clergy has no reason to kill him besides if he wants to be the Antichrist, Sister Imperator is now the lone 'ruler' of the Clergy with Nihil dead and there's a slim chance she'd order the execution of her own son for no reason, even if Copia is being replaced, there's no rule that states he needs to die for someone else to become Papa, and Tobias waving the theory that Copia will die into fan's faces and heavily leaning into it so much makes it seem like it's actually less likely to happen.

And there we go, that's all the details, facts, and such that I've complied so far as to why I don't really think Copia is going to die, but rather die and come back as the Antichrist (the 666 tattoo on his chest, on his robe, and in his music video is what's keeping me so hooked on this theory cause it's just too specific and there). Is this all an intellectual, arguable theory, or just a crazed denial stage of Copia dying? Only Satan knows.

-A Nameless Ghoul

Credit to @billiesghost.snc on TikTok for most of these facts and theories, they're incredible!

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?" With C2 ft. Antichrist Copia? 👀

-cracks knuckles-

He may be an anti christ but he’s still a Babygirl

Tag : copiia, blowjob

It was a mistake not knocking the door. He should have known it better but it slipped his mind. He didn’t expect that Secondo would return that night.

What a mistake it was to be wearing his tight leather vest with his tight pants that evening , he didn’t bother to change as he opens the room to Secondo’s wanting just drop off his letters on his table.

But instead he sees Secondo’s on the expensive armchair, a hand down between his thighs as he strokes himself. He didn’t stop for a moment before Copia comes in. A smirk emerges from him.

“Papa I-I didn’t expect f-“ Copia mumbles, his face paint hides how red his blush is.

Secondo releases his grip and watches Copia who seems like he’s going to run off anytime soon. “Now Copia, you may be the anti christ but you still need to have some decency.

But Copia couldn’t. His legs heavy as he keeps staring at the Papa’s cock twitching eagerly. Decency? Says the man in the skull paint presenting his hard penis at him?

The new Papa gulps and nods, he may be the anti christ but somehow Secondo seems to have quite a grip on him, his eyes still planted on the other’s twitching length.

“You’re here to finish me off sweetheart?” Secondo nonchalantly shifted into a more comfortable position, the creaks of the leather under him , how his shafts moves and sways , his barbell piercing just below the tip of the head shines from the desk lamp.

“Si” Copia nods, he’s salivating in his mouth as he can feel his own manhood pressing against his pants.

“Come then”

The new Papa scrambles on the floor , planting his face into Secondo’s cock as he starts with soft kisses before taking him whole. The Papa grunts for a moment, holding onto his head as he starts to move his hips inside Copia’s mouth.

“I miss that mouth of yours, ragazzo.”

The anti christ looks up at him with puppy eyes as he keeps his hands away from himself, only eager to please Secondo. His own hips slowly moving on its own, humping the air

It didn’t take long for Secondo to jerk himself further into Copia’s mouth without a warning, pouring his seed into his throat. A muffled grunt and Copia came in his own pants, thighs shaking as he slowly releases himself from him.

Like a good boy he swallows what remains in his mouth as he remains on the floor like a dog.

“Good boy, now off on the bed. Show Papa how much you miss me”

Copia nods and slowly makes his way on the bed , stripping himself from his clothing , his own length leaking with his seed as he takes off his pants, a string of cone left on his thighs. “Papa…” Copia looks at him with a pleading face.

The former Papa didn’t protest, he simply stood up and makes his way to the bed as well, pining Copia on the sheets. “Have you been a good boy when I was gone?”

Copia nods with a smile “yes Papa”

“Very good” He leans in kissing his mouth deeply, tasting a tang of saltiness coming from him.

“Stay the night with me.”

[brihemoth]

Omg I just realized I never introduced my Antichrist Copia to yall please hold

[cowboyemeritus]

Howdy Pardners (Master Post)

Welcome! I'm Allie, I like archaeology and Ghost, and sometimes I write things. Please feel free to make requests or suggestions!

This is an 18+ page. Minors, please don’t interact!

Current Masterlist:

Libations (explicit, oneshot) - Papa Emeritus IV/Reader, altar sex, exhibitionism, lactation

Pour Some Sugar On Me (explicit, oneshot) - Papa Emeritus IV/Reader, drunk sex, strip teasing, facials

Apex Predator (explicit, oneshot) - Aether/Reader, predator/prey, outdoor sex, overstimulation, knotting

The Good Lord Would Want It That Way (explicit, oneshot) - Mary Goore/Reader, anal sex, roleplay, religious themes

My Bloody Valentine (explicit, ficlet) - Papa Emeritus II/Reader, period sex, that's pretty much it

Ghouls' Night Out (explicit, oneshot) - Ghoulettes/Reader, foursome, outdoor sex, marijuana use

Insurmountable Odds (explicit, oneshot) - Mary Goore/Reader, major character injury, drunk sex, confessions, light overstimulation

Warmth (explicit, oneshot) - Papa Emeritus III/Reader, death and resurrection, crying, angsty sex

How Ever Fair and Pure (explicit, oneshot) - Papa Emeritus III/Reader, stranger sex, public sex, age gap, drugs and alcohol

Get On Your Knees (And Start Praying) (explicit, ficlet) - Papa Emeritus IV/Father Defroque/Reader, car sex, premature ejaculation, just three sluts having a good time

Just Like Holy Mary (mature, oneshot) - Papa Emeritus IV/Reader, Antichrist!Copia, virginity loss, you get the gist of it

Picture Perfect (explicit, ficlet) - Mary Goore/Reader, phone sex, masturbation, naughty polaroids :)

Chit-Chat (explicit, oneshot) - Papa Emeritus IV/Cirrus/Reader, threesome, light humiliation, orgasm delay, implied future orgy lol

Sleeping Beauty (explicit, oneshot) - Aurora/Reader, morning sex, consensual somno, size difference, gn!reader

Il Suo Campione (explicit, series) - Copia/Reader, mafia/boxing AU, organized crime, graphic violence, smut

Another Vision (explicit, oneshot) - Mary Goore/Succubus!Reader, oral sex, riding, weird demon magic stuff lol

Cenerentola (sfw, oneshot) - Frater Imperator/Reader, crushes, dancing, magic shenanigans, first kisses

Shovel Bums (explicit, oneshot) - Cardinal Copia/Reader, archaeology au, secret workplace relationship, outdoor sex

[gravehags]

i had multiple like more than three dreams last night about the antichrist and in one of them i was pregnant with his child like that’s got to mean something right? cardinal copia please return my calls i am begging

[candyheart-art]

Been thinking about Antichrist Copia a lot lately.. I was unsure if he would be horrified or happy he was the Antichrist, but I think in the dark of his room he would think about it.

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