#ghost band x oc

[jd-loves-fiction]

Kiss the Ghoul (Preview)

➢ A new ghoul is summoned, they're small and unsure of who they want to be. The ghouls and ghoulettes help them figure it out while bringing them into their loving arms and showing them that no matter what path they choose, they will be loved.

➢ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: poly!nameless ghouls/ghoulettes x OC (Ghoulie)

➢  𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff, smut (with a sprinkle of angst sorry) [series]

➢  𝖜𝖈: 300

➢  𝖆/𝖓: hey baby, kiss the ghouuul.

Hello Ghosties i am very new to this lovely family so bear with me as i figure the characters out as I write this😅 honestly this is pretty much porn with a lot of plot but i like me some backstory and I can always just write the smut on its own later. These critters make me feel lots of things and i feel like, although they are amazing, we don't have enough Nameless Ghouls fics so I'm contributing. I'll be posting this on AO3 as well once i have that set up and if you want me to put you on a tag list let me know :)

Please leave a comment or reblog and tell me what you think and such since it's been a bit since I've written fanfics and i could use a confidence boost🙃❤️

At first there's just pure heat. Nothing coherent, only instincts and pure fucking heat. But that's nothing new for a ghoul in Hell - what comes next, however, is.

Light flashes before the chosen ghoul’s unprepared eyes, followed by a rushing wind all around like her own personal tornado. And in a second there’s cool marble beneath her back and the light has faded to complete, all-encompassing darkness.

Whispers and soft toned speech sounds around the barely conscious ghoul once the horrendous ringing disappears. The poor creature is so drained but she is unable to so much as open her eyes let alone identify how many entities crowd the room or who (what) they are exactly.

And so she has little choice but to lay there and wait for her strength to return or for sleep to claim her mercifully.

It does so eventually, once the onlookers reach an agreement and she's raised into warm, sturdy arms. Resisting sleep after that would be no more than a fool's errand, so she allows it to take her with no complaints as she feels it start to tug at her exhausted– well everything.

Aether feels the vulnerable ghoul relax even further into his arms as he carries them to his room. He hopes his presence might ease their reaction to the new environment.

He still remembers parts of what Hell was like, despite how long it's been since he was summoned. It's hellish to say the least. Unbearably hot and filled with ghouls and wandering human souls. The first of which are everything but gentle or loving or much of anything really. They are no more than feral, scared little creatures, doing their utmost to survive.

There are no rules for ghouls in Hell, just instincts and pure fucking heat.

[sister-marshmallow]

Life Eternal

Chapter two: Awakening

Cardinal Copia x Original Female Character

The abyss swallows you whole. When no light can enter your eyes, only the darkness of our Father in Hell can consume you. I remember those words from the book. As promised, being locked in a small black containment for centuries does leave you susceptible to darkened thoughts. Though sleep has consumed me, I have still felt the years pass as slowly as watching the paint of the chapel dry.

I have been trapped within my own mind for too long now, shackled to the confines of my own consciousness. My body has been like stone, unable to be moved or felt. My eyelids, I can feel them. The urge to blink them open comes over me, only to be met with darkness. Feeling is regained within my fingers, they twitch and come to life, next my toes. Life floods back into my stiff bones, a strangled groan leaving my throat as my body struggles against the clostraphoic box.

My hands press against the lid, attempting to push it off, but the lid is heavy, sealed from centuries of dirt and grime. I make a fist, bashing against the lid. “Someone! Please! Let me out!” My voice scratches as I scream, vocal chords lethargic from lack of use, my tongue having lost the ease of speech. I kick and hit the box, loud banging emanating from within. “Please! Let me out!”

“Shut the fuck up!” What? I hear the voice, faint for shouting, but they heard me. There are people here, I- I can be freed. I grit my teeth before kicking again.

“Let! Me! Out!”

The sound of many footsteps grows louder, I continue to thrash, making my presence known. Harsh light strikes down into my pained eyes, I cover them with my hand as they adjust to luminance once again. My spine crackles audibly as I rise from the coffin, my icey hands rubbing together, they are pale and dead.

“The old texts were true…she is here.” The man's ancient voice speaks, milky eyes fixated on my form. His skin is wrinkled like old leather, the markings of a skull painted haphazardly on his face. His robes are intricate, like a noble priest, embroidered in gold.

He stands next to my coffin in the cobweb-filled room. This must be a catacomb of sorts. The stone black walls, dripping candles and well, the coffins. I find myself lost for words, confused. I can’t seem to remember how this has all occurred. I have been in that coffin for centuries, I have felt it, yet I do not know how this began…no, only that I have read a book of the Olde One.

“Can someone p-perhaps tell me what is happening?”

“My child, you have been prophesied for centuries.” A woman speaks this time. Her clothes are strange, unfamiliar to me, though they consist of black and white, yet no dress. Her eyes are circled in coal, hair grey and face wrinkled. Her neck is thin, the skin like paper, revealing her blue veins. They pulse as blood rushes through them, each vessel, even the capillaries, I sense as they fill.

My teeth scratch against the inside of my mouth, my eyes fixated on her pulsing neck, the smell of iron overwhelming my senses as I lurch forward. My arms are quickly grabbed by a man in a mask, I tug against him violently, thrashing to try and break his grip.

“Get Terzo’s ghouls!” The older man shouts, looking at another masked man by the door.

“Get off me!” I hiss, teeth bared, eyes still fixated on her neck, her blood pumping faster now. Two more silver masked men run into the room, restraining me again just as I escape the grasp of the first.

“Careful there, princess.” The larger one speaks, holding my body against his. I hiss and scratch, trying to escape but he is strong, unnaturally so. “I think it’s best you leave now, Sister, Papa.”

“Yeah, plus she fucking stinks!” The smaller man spits as the old man and woman run through the door. It slams behind them and I am let free. I rush to the door, tugging at the handle but it does not budge. My fingers scratch into the wood, splinters burying themselves into the soft skin beneath. My nails then come to scratch at my throat, the dry need for her blood, the desperation overwhelming.

“The fuck’s up with her!? What was she doing down here anyway?” The little man asks.

“Do you genuinely not pay attention to anything? She’s the lamia.”

He looks to the other, deadpanned for a second. “You know my Latin is shit.”

“She’s a vampire, Dew! You know, you would’ve thought the cardinal would’ve gone on about this enough for you to remember. He loves those prophecies.”

“He probably does but I don't pay attention.”

I finally give up my scratching, sinking down to the floor. My bloody hands wrap themselves in the material of my dress, suddenly the fear and shock of the situation registering as I begin to shake. The largest of the men approaches me, I shuffle back, trying to keep away. “You okay there?” I peek out from behind my hair, eyes swirling with fear as I gaze upon the intimidating, angular mask donning the man’s face. “There’s no need to be scared, we're not going to hurt you.”

“Where am I?” My voice wavers as I struggle to hold eye contact.

“You’re in our church, in the basement…well, more specifically in the catacombs.”

“I…I was in a coffin…w-why?”

“You don’t remember anything?” He asks, his voice drifting, sounding sadder than it had previously.

“N-No…I remember the book…and the pestilence and…oh”

My parents' final breath, choked out, blood filled viscera coating their peaceful, restful faces. The amorphous man, guiding me to the darkness. The hooded creature leading me to the forest. Screams filling the night air, her neck in my mouth, her blood down my throat. The massacre I left for only God to witness. Nails hammering into the coffin lid and then nothing, nothing but His whispers…

“No! No I- that…”

“Can I see the teeth?” He is immediately smacked across the head by the taller, skinner man.

“Dew! Shut the fuck up!”

“Are you thirsty?” The bigger man asks, squatting down to be at my level. I nod, shyly. “Right. I’ll go ask Sister, see what she can get sorted. You two,” he turns back, pointing at the other men, “watch over her. Do not let her out of this room.” He gestures to me to move out of the way and I do so, holding myself back from running through the door as he leaves.

The two other men turn to me, one awkwardly fiddling with his hands. “So…when’d you die.”

“Dew- you can’t just ask her shit like that!”

“I-I’m dead!?” I screech, looking down again at my cold, pale hands.

“No- well, technically yes? I mean, you’re still moving so what does life mean anyway?” The tall one splutters, arms outstretched in front of him.

“Were you like some crazy powerful witch or something? Is that how you got to talk to Him?” The short one asks eagerly, stepping in front of the taller masked man.

My brows knit together, fingers fiddling with the fabric of my dress. “I’m not a witch. I am- was a Shepard.”

“What?”

“My family cared for sheep, we were normal pious people, I don’t know why we were forsaken, I-”

“Did you know Imperator has a secret blood bank!?” The bigger man bursts though the door, clear bags of red liquid in hand. The smell hits my nose, eyes rolling back before I launch myself at the man, ripping into the bag he holds, the divine languid taste dripping down my throat. “Mother of satan…”

“MORE!” He tosses another bag over to me, I pierce it with my teeth, consuming the essence. “MORE!” I growl, coagulated crimson bubbling at the corners of my mouth, sharp white teeth stained.

“I don‘t have any more!” He shouts in protest. I hiss back at him.

“You sure she’s not a fucking demon?”

“Dew, please shut the fuck up.”

“She’s a vampire. She died during the Black Death.” The bigger man grunts.

“Wow,” the smaller man muses, “fucking long time ago.”

“No shit.”

“What is a vampire?” I ask, wiping the blood from my lips.

“See!” He exclaims. “I’m not dumb! She doesn’t even know what she is!”

“DEW! Please- for the love of all that’s unholy, fucking leave. Go ask the cardinal if you have any more stupid questions.” The taller man commands.

“Ugh, fine.” He grumbles, slumping his shoulders before leaving the room, the door locks behind him. I back against the cold stone wall, hugging my knees. I really wish I had an understanding of what has come to pass. My family, they are gone. They have been gone for hundreds of years. So has my village, and all with knowledge of it. The kind priest who gave my parents their rites was the last to see me before…this…at least it was not him who I destroyed. God would not have forsaken one of his holy men. The fire of the candelabra flickers above me. The windy whips of orange lapping up to the ceiling, rising up as the souls damned to Hell would do. Why was I not given this fate, allowed the kiss of death. Instead am I now cursed to live among the living who I must feast on for sustenance?

“He was right though, she does smell.” The sound of the lanky masked man breaks me from my spiralling thoughts.

“I don’t know what we can do about it. We can't take her out of this room to have a shower.”

“What is a shower?”

I see the tall one roll his eyes behind his mask. “Oh fuck, how long is this gonna take to explain.”

“It's not our job, we’ll have to wait for Imperator to talk to her.”

I lower my head, eyes threatening tears, they sting sharply. “I’m sorry for being a burden to you both, I am just very…confused.”

The larger man tilts his head, crouching down before kneeling beside me, a comforting hand placed on my shoulder. “Hey, you’re not a burden. I imagine this is quite scary for you but I’m sure Sister will explain it all to you. In the meantime, I’m Omega, this is Earth, and the asshole that was here before is called Dewdrop.”

I lift my head to look into his eyes. They swirl a strange colour. A mix of brown and red, a strange glow emanating from within them, darkened by the shadow of his metal visage. “Thank you for being so kind, Omega. Could- could you please apologise to those people from earlier, on my behalf…I just couldn’t control myself…it's this overwhelming urge, all I could hear was her pulse.”

“It's probably because you hadn’t drank in a really long time.” The taller man, Earth, suggests. Earth, a strange name.

“I have only done it once. It was a massacre…then I was locked in that coffin.”

“Sounds like a crazy story.” Earth grits.

“You really don't have to talk about it if you don't want to,” Omega adds. “Don’t let us pressure you.”

“I will…in time.” I hum to myself, chin resting on my knees. “I do have a question.”

“All ears.”

“How come I have no urge to drink from you or Earth?”

“Probably because we’re ghouls, not humans. Maybe you can't drink from us at all.”

Earth nods. “It's probably a good thing you can't, someone has to be able to control you.”

“Ghouls? Are you- are you demons?”

“Basically.”

“Okay…and this church worships?”

“The one below. He saved you.”

“You must be very special to Him. I mean, we’ve all heard stories of vampires but nobody has ever seen one. Nihil thinks you’re the only one.” Omega adds.

“Nihil?” I muse. “The older man, from earlier.”

“Yeah, he’s been dying to meet you.”

My brows furrow. He wants to meet me so badly? Me? What could possibly be so special about me that a church of the Devil could be so interested in. The mistakes I made, the selling of my soul? Surely I cannot be the only one to meet this fate? This man was so kind, welcoming and I- I tried to kill him. “I…I want to apologise to him, to both of them. Perhaps I will be fine now, you can both hold me back, just in case.”

The thinner ghoul looks towards the other, head tilted to the side. “You think that's a good idea, Omega?”

He breathes deeply. “Maybe not the best idea, but I’m sure it will be fine. We need their help with her anyway, go get them.”

Omega holds a gentle but firm grip on my forearm, calming me from the fear of my uncontrollable blood lust. The large wooden door opens, Earth heading in first to hold it for the two older humans. My other hand reaches to grip at Omega’s, feeling a strange comfort from him as my eyes drift to Nihil and the lady. They walk towards me confidently, not sheepish as I suspected. Although they saw my uncontrolled nature, they do not seem to fear me.

“I-” I begin, breathing deeply to calm my nerves yet feeling no such overwhelming urge to bite the two. “I would like to apologise.”

“There is no need, my child.” The woman speaks, her tone crisp and regal. The two bow before me, causing me to bow back in confusion before omega elbows me in the rib, jolting me back up. The two rise, eyes filled with fascination as they yet again take in my dishevelled form.

“I have been waiting for years to meet you, Vampir. We read of you in the ancient texts. His blessing upon you is…magnificent. Would you not agree, sister?”

She nods, curtly. “His creations are wondrous, I’ll give you that. But yes, we have read much about you.”

“Read about me? I… I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“The Olde one left messages of you through the centuries, predicting your return. It was to beacon a great change. You have the dark one's favour, he will bring us new teachings through you. You have his communion.”

A look of bewilderment strikes across my features. “Do not dump her with all this burden this second, Papa.” The woman grumbles. “She needs time to adjust, time to think. You cannot comprehend the change she is going through. Commune with the dark one can wait until she has at least had a shower.”

“And what might a shower be?”

“…”

“I’ll go get Cirrus.”

[whore-for-murdock]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter III

Nameless Ghouls(Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: Asteria gains mountains trust, with flower crowns.

Warnings: Fluffy meeting, probably bad writing, and idk what else

I would love and very much appreciate any constructive criticism, please interact (like or comment, reposts if you really want to) if you enjoy. Comment or dm me if you want me to start a taglist.

Papa walks me back to my room so that I can read through liber ghoulius eorumque historia and prepare to meet the ghouls. I skim the table of contents, squinting to comprehend the small messy font, stopping when I find one titled Gaining a Ghoul’s Trust. Skip straight to that chapter, I learn that there are six different types of ghouls — air, quintessence, earth, water, multi, and fire.

I skimmed through the information, making it through the first three ghouls and how to gain their trust when a knock rang through my new room. After resting the book on my desk, I open my door to see Papa standing before me.

“Ah, Asteria, are you ready to have a short introduction to the ghouls?” He asks me smoothly.

“Sure.”

-- --

“I’ll go in first, and just be careful the ghouls are often wary of new presences. Even the ones who brought you here may end up feeling threatened by you, now that you are in better shape and conscious,” he warns me, concern and worry prominent on his features. I only nod, watching as he slowly pushes open the heavy door and walks inside. I slip in behind him, his taller stature shielding me from the gazes of the ghouls.

Papa briefly informs the ghouls of my presence, before stepping aside, allowing me to be seen. I glance around the eight tall figures scattered around the large room. After a few short moments of staring at all of them and being stared at in return, the shortest masked being charged at me, their red iris narrowed into slits. Their eyes now seem cat-like as I back up quickly, he is, however, grabbed quickly by two of the much taller ghouls. I recognize one of them as the purple-eyed ghoul who had found me in the woods, the other had light-blue eyes. This one seemed shy as he avoids eye contact with me the entire time I watch them hold the red-eyes ghoul back.

The aggressive being calms down rapidly, as though all of their energy is zapped out of them. I stare on, wide-eyed, as they drag the, now, unconscious person out of the room. With a few of them gone and less attention placed on me, I took some time to look around the room. It has a large stage in the furthest part of the room, various instruments scattered around, and a few large couches are placed in front of the stage. A half kitchen with a fridge, microwave, and sink, the walls lined with soundproofing foam.

“Um… Hi, I’m Asteria.” I introduced myself with a small wave. Only two ghouls return my wave, seeming to be the least wary of my presence. Papa then takes my hand and begins leading me back to the door I came through.

“You will have just over a week to get used to them and gain their trust, before beginning the full extent of your job. I find it best you start with the air ghouls, they are the most open and easily trusting.” Papa informs me, holding the door open for me. Before leaving, I calmly wave the white-eyed and dark blue-eyed ghouls over to me, as they had been the only ones to wave back.

-- --

As I walk through cool halls, passing large windows with a lattice pattern, looking out into a vast garden. As I observe the warm autumn colors, the leaves begin to change and grass withers away slowly, only to notice an out-of-place patch of vibrant green plants as well as a few vivid colored flowers. My steps come to a halt as I move closer to the window, the new growth occurring in the transition season that is fall sticks out like a sore thumb.

Upon closer inspection, I notice a ghoul at the epicenter of the lively plants, seeming to be in its element. At this, I realize it’s the abbey’s earth ghoul. I find the nearest door and slowly make my way outside, making sure to keep my hands in front of me to appear as less of a threat. The ghoul doesn’t pick up on my presence until I step into the patch of green, their eyes shooting open quickly as their head turns to me. I raise my hands in front of me, my palms toward them, halting my approach. I recall the information on gaining an earth ghoul's trust as the ghoul sitting before me calmed slightly.

It is best to start outside, where they feel calmest and grounded. As with gaining any ghoul's trust, approach slowly, and just stay in their presence for some time. They will trust that you aren’t a threat any more if you also respect personal space and any parts of nature around you. A small gift or trinket that resembles nature in any way and you will have fully gained their trust.

I slowly inched my way closer to him, my hands still extended in front of me. I sit beside him with a good three feet between us, my legs crossed beneath me. I feel his eyes on me, but I keep my eyes on the vibrant flowers and plants surrounding me, some out-of-season vegetation flourishes around, no doubt a result of the earth ghoul’s powers.

Noticing some daisies and chamomile flowers near me, I realize the perfect gift to give to him. I calmly reach towards the beautifully growing flowers and weave them together in an alternating manner. As I do I think of the meanings of the two flowers and how they coordinate perfectly what I am using them for.

I soon run out of chamomile flowers near me, so I place down the partially made flower crown to get some that had grown farther away. However, before I could stand more of the bright white flowers rapidly grow before me. I glance beside me to see the ghoul’s eyes staring at me curiously from behind his mask, his hand motioning for me to continue what I was doing.

I pluck the last flower I need and close the crown, although it’s missing something. I glance around searching for something to tie it all together, when some ivy vines catch my eye. I quickly wrap the vine around the tied flowers loosely before turning to the ghoul beside me and presenting the crown to him. He only stares at it with his head tilted to the side slightly. ‘Adorable.’ I shake my head just slightly to remind myself to focus on the task at hand.

I begin to raise the crown placed on his head, but he flinches back before I can, my actions seeming to have startled him. I pause, and gesture to show him what I’m trying to do with the crown. He loosens the tension in his shoulders and moves back to how he was, allowing me to place the flowers on top of his silver mask.

I smile at him, the flowers complementing his vibrant green eyes greatly. The corners of his eyes crinkle leading me to believe he was smiling back at me.

“What’s your name?” I ask curiously.

“Mountain.”

[kabukiaku]

bunch of ko-fi commissions! 💜

[doodleshrimps]

she knows how to lure in her lab rats alpha's design by @kabukiaku

[blackbird5154]

Have finished two pictures that were earlier put aside

[ciriceart]

☀you are cast out from the heavens to the ground☀

Getting back on the commissions grind. It's always a joy to get to do something that's a little more heavy on the linework and gives me the chance to bust out the dip pen and ink. Thank you! @syntheticninjas 🖤🥀

[ragequeen94]

SPICY COPIA BELOW

Terzo🔥

Secondo

Inspired by

[nekronyancer]

Take a walk with Secondo

Self insertable Sibling of Sin for your viewing pleasure. Don't be shy imagine your own OCs there instead >:)

Bonus:

Very confuzzled mini Secondo

And the TikTok with the original audio:

(I'm sorry I've been gone, life is.....well, life-ing. But I will try to return to a somewhat regular schedule, I have in fact a whole another type of surprise for you >:) Those who also follow me on Twitter, shhh)

[saintjezebel483]

"His eyes were alluring, though his features and soft wrinkles on his forehead and face showed his age. Yet, you could still see that he was quite charming and attractive. He had an unconventional allure, but a subjective attractiveness nonetheless."

[littlemissemeritus]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡,, // 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

we've all heard the drunk copia headcanon, right? well, as a writer, i feel it my obligation to make it a reality >:3

warnings; dry humping, copia being a sexy little freak, jerking off, praise, voyuerism, badly google translated italian

author's note; hello ghumblr!! lowkey kinda terrified to post this but, here it goes!! please drop any constructive criticism in the comments n like & reblog if u enjoyed <3

divider by @gothdaddyissues !!

It had been a long time since you'd attended a party within the Ministry's walls but you could safely say you were enjoying it. Even though it was a silly costume party to mark the end of the October season, everybody had dressed to the nines in an effort to wave off the spooky month.

Terzo was dressed in his obnoxious pink and white suit, a pair of dark sunglasses tucked in the neck of his polo shirt as he whispered something in the Sister's ear beside him. The young girl began to giggle and blush, kissing at his neck affectionately. You knew Sins of the Flesh were encouraged in this building, but the bold display had you hot under the collar.

Well, if you had a collar. You were currently wearing a short and tight rendition of a standard devil costume, a tail pinned to the base of your spine and false teeth pressed to your pearly whites. It was your friends' idea, not your own, the group of you dressed like you had walked straight out of a cathouse.

Everything was running smoothly as expected, the music pumping and drinks being poured out haphazardly, the floor beside the punch bowl was almost sticky with alcohol. But, you had noticed one difference; the absence of The Cardinal. You had to refrain from calling him your Cardinal, having never spoken more than 3 words to the gorgeous man. You knew he was shy, adverse to parties and honestly shocked that Terzo had managed to convinced him to come but his sudden disappearance worried you.

Leaning against the marble wall beside an ornate window, twirling your tail fabric in your hand your eyes scanned the party just in case you missed him tucked away in the corner. Giving up with a sigh, you lifted your red cup to your lips, letting the bitter taste of the beer slip down your throat. You don't recall the last time you'd drank so much, but you were passed the point of caring, the warm buzz of tipsiness washing over your thoughts.

You had no idea where this sudden bout of fizzling confidence had come from but it made a grin curl on your lips and a tingle go down your spine. Swirling your drink around in the plastic cup for a moment as you stared at the amber liquid in contemplation, you began to make you mind up. Tipping your head back to down the last of the liquor in the cup, you placed it on the windowsill behind you and began to weave your way through the party-goers.

Finally reaching the door to enter the large marble hallway, you slipped through without anybody noticing you, breathing in the crisp air of the autumn night. The muffled noise of the loud music coming from the hall began to get quieter and quieter as you traversed slowly down the corridor, taking the winding staircase up to the dorms on the floor above this one.

It was disconcerting to yourself that you knew which one Copia's door was. You'd never been inside, none of the Siblings had, but you'd spent enough time imagining. Oh, that made you sound terribly sad. Shaking your head free of the thought, stumbling a little, you trailed your hand across the quartz wall before your palm came into contact with the metal doorhandle of a room. His room.

Swallowing thickly, your shoes padded at the ground for a moment before your knuckles came into contact with the wood of the door, the sound echoing around the empty hallway. And then you waited. And then... nothing. There was no noise sans for a small creak, which you could only assume was the floorboards. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you exhaled a shaky sigh, trying again, slightly louder this time.

There was no response for a second time. You had two options in this situation; leave and return to the party or... you could go in. It felt like a terrible invasion of privacy, but it might be the only night of your life that you had enough confidence to talk to him. It felt like eternity before you curled your fingers round the cold handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before you pushed it down. And over the threshold you stepped...

The room smelt, as you thought it would, comfortingly of insence and sandlewood. It made you lightheaded as you peered past the doorway, observing an ornate desk, a couple of reproduction paintings of gothic classics and a huge book collection. You refrained from rushing over immediately to pounce on the shelf. Ripping yourself from the daydream you'd entered his room in, you began to focus on where you were. And, more importantly, what you could hear...

It was a quiet, imperceivable noise at first; the heavy breath of a winded man and the whine of a needy one. The room was warm, the flames of hell licking at your skin as you blinked at the sounds entering your warm ears. It was the TV, right? What else could it be? A couple moments of shy wavering later, your began to move further around the wall that blocked his bedroom from view, head peaking round the corner. And the sight was one you couldn't rip your eyes off, even if you tried.

The Cardinal, your Cardinal, straddling a cushion, his thighs bracketing the object so beautifully as his hips rocked into it at a feverish pace. His hair that was always so neatly gelled back was now sweaty and hanging over his forehead, eyes lidded and glassy as he fucked himself into the pillow like a man starved. Oh, Sathanas, what had you walked in to? Your face burned with the shame of spying on him like this, but you were transfixed.

Those leather gloves of his were gripping the sheets so tightly, you could only imagine his knuckles had turned white. He was rattling off a stream of garbled whines and pleas, indistinguishable from Italian or English, but there was one thing you could understand; the soft, desperate and almost beg of your name that fell from his lips. It sounded more like a prayer than anything - a hopeful wish and a yearning need that was fueling this sudden lustful display.

You were in too deep now to just turn on your heel and leave. Being less than 2 feet from his bed was an awfully precarious situation to be in and you'd never been more nervous in your whole life. But, the warm buzz of alcohol was suddenly propelling you forward as if your body was moving of its own accord, "...Cardinal?"

A beat passed between you both as his movements slowed slightly, looking behind him to see your illuminated figure standing shyly in the doorway. His face flushed positively puce as he moved a shaking hand to cover his mouth, moving to rise shakily on his haunches, "Fratello, mi dispiace tanto, è del tutto inappropriato- I-"

A shy smile curved at your lips as you shook your head quickly, putting a hand out to quieten him, "No, no- It's my fault, I came in without knocking, um-"

The air was hot with tension and embarrassment as poor Copia pinched the bridge of his nose, a thousand thoughts running through his scrambled brain as another question pierced the awkward atmosphere, "Did you, uh... Did you say my name, Cardinal?"

He blinked owlishly at you and then cleared his throat, beginning to stutter out an answer before the weight of you pressed down on the bed beside him. As he sucked in a breath, looking down at you it sent a hot thrill up your spine and you felt your cheeks warm a little under his gaze. "I- I'm sorry, fratello, I-" He stammered a little as he studied your expression for the hint of... anything, really. Yet, there was no malice, no disgust, no hatred. Simply an undeniable hunger in your eyes as they travelled wordlessly over his embarrassed form. They landed on his crotch momentarily, where he was badly hiding an aching erection, before they flicked up to his face. "Would you like some help?" You asked, the buzz of liquor in your brain giving you that little burst of confidence you so desperately needed. Copia did the opposite of paling, blinking down at you as if you'd suggested biting his dick off instead of helping with his... unfortunate predicament. He made a soft noise of surprise (or desperation, you couldn't quite tell) and nodded wordlessly. Deliciously slowly, he moved to sit properly as he spread his legs like some kind of risque cover girl, his hands splayed out behind him.

The sight sent a fizzle of excitement through your warm body as one hand came to fiddle with the fly of his incredibly tight pants that barely left anything to the imagination. And by Satan had you tried. Tugging it down in one swift motion, you heard him gasp quietly above you before biting his lip. That illicited a smirk from you as you ran your fingers over the prominent bulge in his briefs.

"Cazzo..." He muttered quietly and looked down at your cheeky expression with a shaky smirk. He then watched as you began to carefully pull down his pants, as best you could from the dim light and almost air-tight seal they had round his thighs. With a couple of tugs, they were finally low enough so that you could pull his boxers down too, your breath stuttering as his cock bobbed free.

Your breath stilled in your throat at the sight of him, the reddened tip oozing a perfect pearl of precum. You'd imagined this situation so many times that it was almost like a memory instead of a desperate dream. He was gorgeous. Sin incarnate and infectious like a deadly poison.

One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, the back of it sprinkled generously with dark hair. You narrowly avoided the urge to bite into it. Wordlessly, your hand wrapped around the base of him as he inhaled sharply, his thumb beginning to rub circles into your skin. Giving him a light squeeze, you began to run your hand up and down his shaft, coming back up to the top to collect the oozing precum before coating himself in it to make the action more fluid.

The noises that came out of him were something you'd heard in your dreams more than once and downright pornographic. His eyes went from lidded and glassy to squeezed tightly shut as quiet mewls filled the air between you both. The wet click of your hand against his dick echoed in your ears, bringing a flush to your already red cheeks. "Così buono per me- mngh- so perfect for your Cardinale, huh?" He practically choked out as his hand came up to grasp at your hair, illiciting a soft yet surprised noise leave your throat. The possessive pronoun had knocked your for six. You bowed your head as your hand moved at an almost torturous pace, milking the sounds from poor Copia's mouth as if there was no tomorrow.

His fingers flexed tentatively against your scalp as the heat in his lower abdomen had began to tighten in a familiar burn, like a rubber band being pulled too tight. Letting a grunt escape your lips as a burning cramp started in your upper arm, you took one look at his expression and deduced (with help from the way his cock twitched in your palm) you needn't wait much longer.

"Cazzo, fuck, amore mio," He hissed out as his jaw went a little slack, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked down at your concentrated expression beseechingly, huffing out a needy breath, "I need to- I'm going to cum- per favore, please say I can."

Oh, who could resist that?

You swallowed thickly, nodding your head blindly at his plea as you gently thumbed the head of his dick. You gave a few more mindless strokes before he kicked in your hand, and with a low cry he spilled into your palm, his fingers digging into your cheek. You couldn't help the low noise of enjoyment that escaped you at the sight of him so utterly ruined.

Finally removing your hand from the sinful mess you'd both made, letting a warm pant escape your lips, you lifted your head to look up at Copia who was already watching you. Wetting his lips nervously, he then sunk his crooked teeth into the flesh as he waited for you to do something. Anything.

With a calculating move, you edged forward, toward him, on the bed- sitting so your knees were almost touching his. He was startled at the new proximity between you both but openly welcomed it, opening his mouth a few times but ultimately nothing becoming of it. As your breath mingled with his in the sweaty air, a final, sultry invation left his lips as the words finally seemed to come back to him,

"We're only getting started, amore. I want you to clean up this mess you made."

[saradrewitt]

Saturnia and that one satanic bald guy she smashed mouths with.

Also I’m back from the grave (who knows I might be lying again 😭)

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[sister-marshmallow]

Life Eternal

Chapter five: Secondo

Cardinal Copia x Original Female Character

News spreads quickly about my attack on the Cardinal. Although some ghouls seemed wary of me at first, they quickly accepted the fact I was remorseful, that I truly had no control of the matter. Dewdrop was the one to convince the rest of Copia’s ghouls that I wasn’t a bad person, that even the Cardinal himself didn’t blame me. He explained how I was when he first met me, explained how they can't really blame me for the way that Lucifer made me.

It’s kind of him to come to my defence, though I do not wish for it. Deep down I wish for punishment, even if I fear it. It is well deserved, I caused harm. I want to see the Cardinal, express how truly sorry I am, see that he is in fact recovered as the others say. I have so much to ask him also, yet Omega has insisted I talk to Secondo first. Apparently he was the leader of the church not long ago, before Terzo, his brother. This man also apparently has a ‘stick up his ass’ if I am to believe Dewdrop. I am not entirely sure of the meaning of this but I assume it to be negative.

The new rule of course is that Omega is to escort me everywhere. Thankfully my death has taken away the need to use the bathroom or this would be a far more awkward arrangement. As with this rule, Omega is now escorting me back down those halls. There is no evidence of what happened merely a day before, no stain on the carpet, not even a scuff to the wall. But I know.

Anxiety builds within my stomach, Omega’s hand placed on the small of my back as we walk. “Are you sure he won’t be really angry with me?” I ask for what must’ve been the thousandth time.

“He can be a bit grumpy, but he’s asked to meet with you for a reason.” He sighs, stopping to face me. Each hand placed onto my shoulders, leaning down so I can look into his vermillion irises. “Just be polite and I will be right outside the door if anything happens.”

A smile tugs to my lips. “Thank you, Omega,” I speak with sincerity, arms reaching out to envelop him in a hug. The man is much larger than I, hands barely managing to connect at his back. He remains stunned for a second, his own arms coming to wrap around my body moments later. A gentle purr comes from his throat, unexpected to the ghoul himself, yet he does not feel entirely embarrassed, just comfortable. We pull away from the embrace, he nods at me once more before he knocks on the oaken door in front of us. An accented ‘enter’ follows a second later. Omega opens the door for me, I walk in cautiously before it is shut behind me.

The man before me is, well, intimidating. Dressed clad in black as many others I have met are. Again his face is painted like a skull, however there is something about the roughness of it, his sour look, the way his eyes bore into me. It sends a shiver up my spine.

“Welcome to my office, young one. And to the church of emeritus.” His voice is dark, it resonates throughout the large room. His accent is similar to the others I have heard, much like Copia’s- Italian? “I apologise that you have awoken during my idiotic brother’s reign instead of mine, but thankfully that allows me time to educate and research you.”

He doesn’t seem angry, no, not at all in fact. “Thank you for choosing to see me sir. I know I have caused a great many troubles so far but I can assure you that thanks to Omega, I will not be a danger to anyone.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “Fret not. It was expected. And at least it was the Cardinal, he did not seem to mind.” Secondo gestures to the chair in front of him, permitting me to sit. It's an expensive chair, well made. Cushy, what I can only assume to be velvet, like that of a lord’s chair. He waits for me to get comfortable, fingers lacing together as he peers at me. “Now, how much have you been told of this church, Avelina?”

“I know very little, Papa. I know you worship the one below, that the ghouls are demons, that your brother Terzo is the leader. But I am afraid that is all I am aware of. I must apologise again for the circumstances that caused this meeting to be, I am deeply regretful of my actions.”

His lips pull to a sharp line, not a frown, not a smile- neutral. “As I said, fret not. You already have better manners than my brother. And after all, I cannot be bitter against someone the Dark One favours.”

My expression softens, relieved. Although his looks may be intimidating, he seems to be at least a reasonable man. “Thank you so much for your forgiveness, Papa.” I look down at my hands, fiddling with them on my lap. “It is not easy to adjust to this new lifestyle. The urges that consume me make it even more difficult.”

“That is understandable. I have studied for many years the legends around vampires, and of you specifically. How you require blood to survive, your skin is pale, how your eyes darken, how you will be unable to touch the light of God.” He rambles but I catch onto the last phrase.

“The light of God?” I question.

“Sunlight. You cannot be caught in it now. It will burn you up like hell fire.” He speaks so nonchalantly. What can he possibly mean that I cannot touch sunlight? Am I restricted now to the night? How can he know this?

“That- that cannot be true.”

“Dare you test it?” He goads devilishly, leaning back in his chair to grasp the curtain behind him. I nod slowly, standing from my chair to approach the window. He pulls the long drapes towards himself just enough for a small ray of sunshine to peak out from the black curtains. Cautiously, I stick out my finger, moving it into the light. At first nothing, just a feeling of warmth. But then suddenly an audible sizzling appears, my finger catching alight like tinder. I pull it away quickly, blowing to put out the flame. My jaw hangs loose as I look at Secondo, his eyes are wide in what looks like excitement.

“I can never go out in the day again…” I finally realise the gravity of this, I can never see the sun again. I can never go for a stroll in the forest and watch how the golden rays are cast through the trees. I settle back down into the chair, watching as my scorched finger heals itself.

“The night shall be your day. What can be done in the day that cannot be done at night?”

“Um-”

“Exactly!” He clicks his fingers. “Our Father in Hell has blessed you with this new life, you shall live it to the fullest, even with its constraints.”

I suppose most having the choice of either being dead or not be able to touch sunlight would choose the latter option. For me, it is something I will learn to accept. Had I the choice of a normal death, with my family, with a soul? I would take that any day. That is not an option now for me, should I choose to die in the sun, I do not know what would happen to me. Would I remain to rot in Hell? Or do soulless beings just cease to exist. I break from my spiral, looking back at Papa. “Is there anything else I should be aware of?”

He closes one eye, thinking for a second. “Not so vital as to bore you with right now, there are far more important matters.” Matters more important than me understanding the basics of my being? “Like educating you properly.” He leans forward, his voice dropping just above a whisper. “Terzo’s knowledge of this church is poor though his love for sin is great. I assume you will not be tempted by this…”

“Tempted by what?”

He almost smiles, a triumphant look in his eyes. “The fact you are so innocent to his inclinations gives me hope.” Although I am unsure of the meaning, seeing Secondo smile fills me with a sort of pride. The same feeling as when you get a baby to sleep that cries for everyone else, when a cat favours you etcetera. “Now, I hope you don’t mind but I am quite interested in studying you. You have quite the story. Would you mind perhaps disclosing how you were able to make a deal with the Olde one?”

And so I tell him my tale. How I found that ancient tome in the church library and it brought me to dream of Him. How I saw the Cardinal within those dreams and accidentally sold my soul. That I wished to die but was brought out of hiding by a figure in black. And eventually how I committed a massacre and was sealed within my coffin.

“Have you had any more of these dreams?” He leans over the desk towards me, eagerly waiting for my reply.

“Yes, only the other night.”

“Excellent.” He claps his hands together. “Your presence is turning out to be much more interesting than anticipated. We must meet again soon. For now,” he turns to his side, picking up a stack of books before dumping them onto the desk, a plume of dust emitting from them as he does so, “please study these texts. They will give you wider context on how we worship Him. I’m sure Omega will assist you with the Latin translations.”

I nod, standing before picking up the books. “Thank you, Papa.” He gets up, opening the door for me, nodding towards Omega who stands outside. Well, at least I now have something to entertain myself.

——

“Ah Cardinal!” Papa beams, flamboyantly waving for the skittish man to take a seat.

“Hello, Papa.” Copia replies, pulling out the chair and sitting down. The last thing he wanted to do today was meet with Terzo. He wished to rest, to catch up on his paperwork but no, Papa must insist on seeing him. He did not even have the courtesy to visit the poor injured Cardinal in his own office, instead making the tired Clergyman walk down the hall to him.

“How are you feeling? I see the wound is healing nicely.” He grins, pointing at Copia’s neck. There isn’t much evidence of what happened yesterday, only two small scars. The healing was quick, extremely quick. Yet the loss of blood has still taken a toll on the old man, he finds himself lethargic and craving some hot coffee.

“Yes Papa, I am uh… feeling much better today.” He replies curtly, wishing for the meeting to be over before it starts.

“It must have been so overwhelming for you,” Terzo begins, “having a beautiful woman all over you. Shame she was a little bitey, eh? Though maybe you enjoy that.”

Classic Terzo, sexualising everything. It cannot be denied that Copia felt excitement from a beautiful woman pinning him against the wall. And especially a girl he had found beautiful for a very, very long time. But Terzo needs to realise that there are more sins than just lust. Copia lets out a deep sigh, his arms folding over his chest. “She didn’t mean any harm. It was all an accident.”

Terzo chuckles, why is the Cardinal so serious all the time. He must spend so long doing paperwork that he doesn’t have time for the joys that being in the church provides. If he wanted he could have a sister every night, yet he chooses to stay in solitude with his rats. “I have to say Cardinal, had I been in your shoes I would’ve bit back. Only fair to give her a little nibble, eh?” He waves his hand jokingly, holding back a snicker when he sees the Cardinals glare. “At least it was a bella ragazza, ah? And you knew her, sì?”

“We were…acquainted in life.”

“You can be my wingman then, ah?”

Copia grits his teeth. “Papa. I don’t think that is appropriate.”

“Oh Cardinal! Don’t be such a prude ah, that's the word, eh? What better way to serve Asmodeus than to pleasure his greatest creation?” Terzo’s white teeth gleam as his smiles.

“She’s not- she's not like that! Times were different back then, very different. I doubt she’d even consider it unless she was married.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, Cardinal.” He replies in a sing-song voice. “That may have gone out the window when she sold her soul.”

——

These books are long and tedious. However the information inside is very important. Omega sits beside me, chipping in every so often when I get stuck on a word, explaining the deeper meanings of rituals and stories from his life in Hell. We must’ve been here for hours, maybe 3, maybe 10. Time is one thing I have noticed to have no comprehension of. Sure my body gets tired but not in the same way it did in life. Now it is more of an active decision to sleep, to give my mind a break.

I’m so engrossed in the book that I don't notice many of the ghouls walking by and leaving. “Omega, you coming with?” Dewdrop shouts from across the room, standing with his weight shifted so one hip sticks out to the side.

“No, I better not leave her alone.” He replies, not even looking up from the book.

“Whatever, your loss!”

I look up to the ghoul sitting beside me, we are alone now in the den. “Where are they going?”

He lets out a breath, eyes turning to look at mine. “They’re going to the concert. Papa is performing his new album tonight.” He answers, almost bored.

“Concert? Album?” More words I do not understand. Why do these modern times have to be so…modern.

“The Papas, they perform uh music. You know what that is right? Good. They use it to try and get new converts to the church. Whoever are Papa’s ghouls play instruments for him in the band.” So this music is a sort of propaganda, a way of turning the masses to worship Satan. The thought of it does interest me, as does the idea of modern music. I myself did love to sing as I would shear the sheep or water the gardens.

Omega is one of Papa’s ghouls, is he not needed for this performance? “Do you not play in this band?”

“I do,” he sighs, “But I asked another ghoul to sub in for me tonight.”

I frown. “You do not have to stay. The door is locked, I cannot leave. You are Papa’s ghoul, you should be there with them.”

“No…it's much more important to help you with your Latin. I can perform whenever.”

Another few hours go by before my mind aches for rest. We both fall asleep, books still in our laps. When the others arrive back from the concert they laugh at the scene before them, but eventually also join the pile to slumber.

[whore-for-murdock]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter 1

Nameless ghouls (Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: When her mother reaches her last straw with Asteria, Asteria is forced to come to terms with a new, strange environment. One that presents a stark contrast to that of her previous one.

Warning: Abuse, probably bad writing, potentially unrealistic portrayal of seeing a ghoul first thing when you wake up with a concussion, idk what else.

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I quietly exit the cabinet, grabbing the few bags I had in my room and filling them with my things. I managed to sneak into my bathroom to grab other necessities such as a toothbrush and deodorant. I quickly tossed the bags just outside the dark window, before grabbing my secret stash of money amounting to about a hundred-fifty dollars. Just as I finish grabbing it, my door slams open, my mother fuming in its wake.

I scramble to my feet, as she approaches me quickly, sprinting to the front door. I fumble with the locks for a moment, allowing her time to catch up to me. Just as I get the door fully unlocked and begin to pull it open, my mother pulls my head back by my hair, with a deadly grip once more, and slams my forehead into the door pushing it closed. Black dots fill my vision as I crumble to the floor. Fighting the urge to slip into unconsciousness, I reach for the door handle again. Opening the door successfully and doing my best to crawl out of the doorway.

As I slowly push myself up, nearly out of the house, my mother's foot makes contact with my back, making me fall and tumble down the porch steps. I barely open my eyes to see her glaring at me, as the ringing in my ears grows louder, I can just barely hear her say, “You are no daughter of mine.” I black out soon after she slams the door shut.

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I groan softly as I slowly open my eyes, my head pounding, my body stiff and aching from the abuse it endured not long ago. I pushed myself up slowly, though every part of my body protested at the movement. I walked around the house to where my bags were, grabbing them and setting off to anywhere but that wretched house. I continue to walk slowly, not only due to my aching limbs but also because of the darkness that still surrounds me. I had slept for a few hours before coming to, waking in the early hours of the morning.

I walk till the sun peaks from behind the trees, stopping at the edge of town where the houses lessen to meet a dense forest that residents of the small town make a clear point to avoid. I take a deep breath before stepping into the forest, not wishing to see the stares of people I have known my entire life. The same people who had shunned me and ridiculed me. My eyelids grow heavy as I pass the identical trees knowing that I am very lost. I stop next to a large tree, knowing mindlessly walking through the dense foliage will do me no good, and sit against the tree as I quickly close my eyes, falling asleep.

-- --

I hear a soft conversation near me as I begin waking up once more for the day. The voices grow closer as I slowly open my eyes and look toward where the conversation was coming from. I make eye contact with vibrant purple eyes, staring at me closely with concern filling them as they glance around my face. I am confused when I see the concerned look in their eyes, as they are the only feature of theirs that I can see. Memories of last night fill my head quickly and I realize that bruises have begun to form on my dark skin.

I bring my hand up and gently rub my forehead, as I survey the silver facial coverings the person in front of me adorns. Though there is a cut out for the person's mouth, it can’t be seen, hidden by a black mask of sorts. Silver hair is depicted on the mask, along with two horns poking out at the top of their head. A deep voice comes from behind the slightly unsettling mask before me.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, as his eyes continue to stare at my (visible) injuries. I go to respond but am caught off guard by movement behind the figure in front of me. Having forgotten the other person's presence, I glanced at them quickly, noticing light blue eyes behind an identical mask. Instead of responding, I attempted to stand, finally coming to my senses and realizing the potential danger I could be in with the two masked men, alone, deep in the woods.

However, once I am standing fully, blood rushes to my head quickly, and a headache instantly forms, causing me to stumble. My head, clearly unable to take more blood, shuts down, forcing me to pass out and fall forward. Before completely losing consciousness, I feel two strong arms catch me. The last thing I see is those purple eyes framed by the strange silver mask staring down at me.

-- --

I slowly open my eyes to find myself in a dimly lit room. I look to my right to find a large window, the forest I was in not long ago lying behind tall stone walls and iron gates. I jolt up, realizing I didn’t know where I was exactly. Looking to my left, a tall figure stands in the doorway, dressed in all black, a black button, black dress pants with suspenders, and black dress shoes to complete the ensemble. A silver mask rests on their face, similar to the two men I had encountered in the forest. I recognize the stark purple eyes from the day before, however, I still push myself into the far corner of the bed. He raises both his hands in front of him to present himself as non-threatening as he fully enters the room.

“Glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” He asks, pulling out a chair from a desk I hadn’t noticed. I remained in the farthest corner from him as I shrugged slightly, avoiding eye contact, my throat dried out after the numerous naps I’d taken for the day. My head was still foggy from what may be a concussion, my ribs screamed for me not to move and calm my breathing. He sighs, standing and leaving the room.

In his absence, I take in the rest of the room. Taking note of the large wardrobe next to the desk, a door leading to what I assume to be a bathroom, the small desk on the same wall as the door into this room, and my bags sitting beside the desk. All the furniture is made of the same dark wood that resembles that of the trees in the surrounding forest. The walls are made of stone just like the walls outside. In the corner of the room across from the bed is a fireplace and a small loveseat made of a dark fabric. The room has a very cozy, dark academia aesthetic that I would enjoy more if I knew how I got here and if I knew where she was.

I slowly stand from the bed, swaying only slightly before fully gaining my balance. I walk into the bathroom, taking in my appearance in the mirror. A dark bruise from being punched on my left cheek, my bottom lip split but the blood was gone as it glistens with some sort of ointment, my right eyebrow also split from my collision with the door, my forehead also darkening from the forming bruise. I turn on the sink, leaning down to sip the cool water, sighing in relief as the cool liquid runs down my throat.

A woman walks into the room as I exit the bathroom, she’s dressed in a simple long-sleeved black dress that stops just before her knees, accompanied by knee-high socks and Mary Janes. She smiles softly at me, seeming surprised that I wasn’t in the bed.

“Hi. I’m Jessica, Jess for short,” she greets, staring at me kindly. “Two of our ghouls found you in the woods, they brought you here so we could help with your injuries. I understand if you’re scared and you are welcome to leave at any time, but you can stay until you heal. Longer if you so wish,” She reassured me, calming me just slightly knowing that I am not trapped here.

“I’m Asteria,” I state meekly, my shyness shining through. She smiles wider at my response.

“Well, Asteria, there are clothes in the wardrobe if you want to shower and change. I’ll come back in an hour so you can adjust a bit.” She says starting to leave the room. I reach for her arm quickly before she can reach the door. She turns back to me, clearly confused.

“What are ghouls?” I question, settling on the first coherent question that ran through my head as I thought of the mysterious masked figures I had encountered. She smiles at me, patting my arm before walking to the door again.

“I’ll explain everything when I give you the tour.” She says from outside the door just before closing it. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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