#cause i imagine pooki is so tormented that he finally found love

[ghu-leh]

Imagine Secondo's breath coming out in ragged gasps while the adrenaline rushes through his veins. Two of his most loyal ghouls, alongside him, had just finished taking care of pending business. "Business" that now laid lifeless and bloodied in front of them. He would never dirty his own hands with such low tasks, no. Yet, this was the one time he wanted to be there to ensure the bastard saw his smiling face as he sent his wretched spirit into the afterlife.

Imagine his heart stopping shortly after he wiped his face. Paint, blood, and sweat mixing in one, much like the contents of his stomach the moment he hears your sweet voice calling out his name.

Imagine the horror that sets in within him, as he now sees you standing there, peeking through the trees of the dark forest. Gasping for air after you had silently followed him all the way here, growing tired of the secrets he continues hiding from you. The other side that he won't allow you to see.

"Papa" you said in a trembling voice, taking in the morbid scene in front of you. "What is this..."

Imagine him rushing towards you, ordering you to cover your eyes and damning you all in the same breath. His arms surrounding you protectively from such sight. From the truth that now haunts you. From the monster that he is.

"Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo! perché sei qui" He says, over and over, as you struggle to set yourself free from his arms.

"Did you kill someone, Papa? Did you?!" You cried, the sickness pooling in your stomach. "You promised! You promised you wouldn't do it!". You are so naive and foolish to expect an anti-pope to remain clean throughout his leadership. And for his ministry to somehow be a representation of morality. Naive, dumb, little thing...

Imagine his anger mixing in as he feels your attempts to free yourself from him. After all the times he warned you. After all the nights spent in his bed and in his arms, as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Promising you a better life away from all of this. From the uncertainty, the secrets... from the fact he will one day inevitably lose you.

Imagine his stern, cold eyes after he ordered one of his ghouls to take you back to the ministry. Despite your protests, your kicking, and screams, you were taken back against your will. As you begged for answers, as you cried for clarity, he turned around to face away from you. He worked hard to steady his breath, as his heart drummed in his chest.

"Mi dispiace... piccolina" He muttered under his breath. The beginning of the end.

Your cries now muffled and drowned by the deafening silence of the forest. One nod. The remaining ghoul started to dig.