#the clergy

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SEESTOR! PLUSHIA’S COMING! OH MY SATAN SHE HAS AIRPODS IN. SHE CAN’T HEAR US. OH MY SATAN.

[katekryze]

Bc why else would he keep the rats around

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it almost movie time

IT MOVIE TIME

🎷🐀[my lovely cardi c rat was created by

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here are better pics for anyone curious :] I highly recommend them, they were a treat to work with and he is super well made

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Mummy Dust Bucks

[sadistic-cardinal]

Going to post my fics here too so time to start with something cheerful. I lied it's very angsty. I can only appologise for this.

Heavy angst for Omega / Terzo.

In which Omega broke protocol and brought Papa III back only for him to be a shadow of his former self.

Find it on A03 here:

I BROUGHT YOU BACK WRONG

"What time are you making my food, Ghoul?"

Omega's hands tightened on the wet plate he was washing. It took every ounce of restraint within him not to snap it in two. It had become a nightly routine for Omega: cook for Papa Terzo, feed him, wash up and tell him, repeatedly:

"You already ate, Papa. I'm washing up."

As he said it for the third time this evening, his voice cracked a little.

It wasn't that Terzo had forgotten about eating again that made the bile rise in Omega's throat. It wasn't that he had already answered this question twice since Papa had finished his food. It wasn't even the demanding, absent tone in which he addressed his question. It was how he adressed him. Ghoul. Papa never called him Ghoul. Not once. Before.

Before... well, that was a long time ago. Terzo never would have had Omega cooking and running around after him to clean up like some sort of servant, for a start. Much to the scoffing of the upper clergy Terzo had delighted in cooking for Omega. He had been a wonderful cook, everything from Rigatoni alla Vodka to Quesadillas, something that Omega fondly remembers him discovering on their first American tour with the Ghost project, and not shutting up about them to the point where he was going on about them during their sets. He had been a wonderful cook. He had been a lot of things.

Now he was an empty husk, and Omega his keeper.

"You brought him back."

That's what Imperator had said.

"You defied me, and the Clergy, and brought that useless old bastard back, so you can babysit him."

The threat was thinly veiled and Omega picked up on the not-so-subtle subtext. He was not just to be his keeper. Now he was his guard. But, to Omega, tending to him day by day and never letting him out of his sight it felt more like... warden.

Dragging footsteps approached and Omega sighed heavily, turning to look at the dark-haired man as he wandered into the opulent adjoining kitchen of his Papal quarters.

The Ghoul's amber eyes met the smaller man's mismatched ones, one the color of moss and the other icy. He looked into them and saw to his relentless dismay that they remained alien. These eyes that looked back now were not how he had known them. These eyes were cold, glassy and vacant. Dead. The crow's feet next to them simply an echo of the smiles he used to wear for his Ghoul. His Omega.

Once those eyes of Terzo's were full of light, life, and... love. There was no point in denying it, his Papa had told him often enough. Love for him. Absolutely unmistakable in its blazing intensity. But where had it gone? Oh, how he would give anything to see that look again, even for a moment.

Omega didn't even pretend to understand humans. To him they were just so fucking fragile. As he looked at the former Papa, he felt a lump form in his throat. It wasn't fucking fair. Even now, still so beautiful, and yet over the years he had had to slowly watch his Papa lose little bits of himself.

A creature of Satan like Omega could never understand why their maker would put them in a dying vessel. Ever since these creatures are ripped from their mothers' wombs they start to die. Steadily and surely youth bleeds into old age and they wither away.

He thought that this was not unlike the roses that his Terzo, ever the romantic, used to cut for him from the rose bushes in his private garden.

"For you, Caro."

He would say, inhaling deeply from the petals before pressing the stem, diligently stripped of every thorn, into Omega's waiting palm.

But then it would wilt, and brown, and droop and die. For an immortal, the span of a few days is less than the blink of an eye. Hardly worth acknowledging. Omega treasured each flower all the same.

Both roses and humans had such short little lives, the latter seemingly so completely filled with relentless suffering. God certainly must have a sick sense of humour to inflict that on his children.

Terzo knew this too and he fought it with all his might. He had always known, in all his wisdom, that it was just as difficult for his eternal Omega to witness the slow decay of his love as it was for him to have to endure it himself. Ageing was kind to Terzo but it took from him all the same. The relentless pull of time showed itself in the way Papa became a little slower, a little more tired, the ache in his back and knees intensifying. There was little either could do as the years wore on and the lines on his face became deeper, the ringing in his ears louder, and came the appearance more and more grey hairs that Terzo would do his best to eliminate with the frantic application of box dye number twelve: 'midnight black.'

Siblings often would label him arrogant and vain. How were they to know that his efforts were to ease the aching heart of a creature that would never know what it was like to be slowly stripped of youth?

But that was then. The man in front of Omega now was indifferent. Indifferent to his grey roots and his heartbroken Ghoul.

Undeniably, there was something very wrong with him. It had been this way ever since his resurrection. Omega regarded the thin, white scar that laced the loose flesh, another insecurity brought fourth by the years, around his throat.

Perhaps it was his fault. Ghouls were not supposed to perform such rituals. He had been told so. He hadn't cared. He had gone against the Clergy, the very foundations of the Ministry itself, when he had drawn the sigil in his own blood on the floor of the chapel and begged the seven Princes of hell by the light of seven black candles to give him back his Papa. To relinquish his love from the depths of the pit.

He had payed dearly, too. He had been stripped of his Quintessence. Perhaps this is the closest he will ever come to the human experience of growing old he had felt there on that cold flagstone floor as his power was drained from him.

Omega, in this pact, had surrendered his element and his place in hell by Satan's side. By accepting these terms to have this human back, the Ghoul had condemned himself for an eternity in the darkest depths below. This was the price: a debt to be repayed by him on Terzo's return to the pit, after which he would never be able to return to the Earth above.

Back then he had thought it was more than fair, but now it just seemed like a cruel joke. He cannot even attempt to help Terzo with his elemental Quintessence. He has been rendered utterly useless. They both have.

Perhaps it is more cruel to have brought his Papa back in bits than to have left him alone in the depths.

But what other choice was there? He could not have returned to hell without being banished, and Imperator would never allow it. It was her final act of cruelty, to seperate the two of them for daring to love eachother. For Terzo to have given his heart to a lesser creature. Sex was fine, even encouraged in the eyes of the upper Clergy, but to fall in love with an inferior? That was detestable.

So Omega could not go back not while she lived and The Fourth remained a hapless puppet. And Terzo would be waiting. Alone in the depths of the pit without him. He really had had no choice but to attempt the sacred rite to bring him back. He had been struck down too soon. It was not his time to go!

However, with each passing day Omega had begun to realise that somehow he had fucked it up. He must have. Why else would his poor Papa be acting like this? Like he was somehow trapped between two worlds. Alive, but not. Lights on but no one home. He simply wasn't here anymore.

Worse it had gotten, too. Every day it was like another piece of him went missing. The life drained from his eyes, his posture became rigid. He no longer seemed to desire anything other than base functions; sleeping, eating, wandering aimlessly through the grounds. He was like a ghost. It was as if he aged the seven years he had been dead in one instant and his mind had wandered into some sort of purgatory.

"Papa..? What is it you want?"

Omega managed, snapping himself out of his spiralling thoughts as he turned to face Papa. His Papa. His beloved.

"You've taken off your mask."

Terzo said flatly, as he regarded him with a furrowed brow.

"You look... familiar."

It was like a slap. He wanted to scream. He wanted to grab Terzo by his skinny shoulders and shake him. Shake him until he could see him again. Until he could recognise him. Or until his neck snapped and his renewed suffering could end. 'Familiar? Familiar!? Don't you know who i am!? Don't you know who you are to me?! Don't you know what i have done to have you here?!'

Instead he just stared, mute and aching.

Terzo sighed and for a split second he looked like himself again. Take away some of the lines and the silver streaks in the temples of his disheveled hair and Omega could have almost thought this was his Terzo.

The one who commanded congregations and audiences with confident swagger. Terzo, who always had a witty sarcastic comment ready. Rebellious and idealistic, who still dreamed of a better world: his sprawling city of Meliora and its art deco skyscrapers reaching up to the heavens like a middle finger denouncing the tyranny of God.

His Terzo who adored children and apologised for swearing in front of them. His Terzo who loved women and their beauty and celebrated the joy of the female orgasm with pride for all to hear. His Terzo who loved Ghouls and treated them as equals and not as mindless tools to be used by the Ministry as they see fit. His Terzo who loved one Ghoul in particular, and would crawl into bed with him and wrap his arms around his waist and kiss him and hold him and tell him it was all going to be alright even when he didnt believe it himself...-

"Omega."

Omega's heart stopped dead in his chest.

"Yes...?"

Terzo blinked.

"That's who you remind me of. He was... he was my Ghoul."

He said, staring off into the middle distance somewhere.

"I summoned him when i became a Bishop. You don't eh... know him do you? No, that's presumptuous of me. You don't all know eachother. Hell is a big place. I think I've been there... i... don't quite remember."

It was the most he had said about anything in weeks and suddenly all Omega wanted was for him to shut up. He felt his throat burn from the sheer effort of holding back his tears.

'I'm right here! Why can't you see me? I brought you back, Papa...-'

"Papa...-"

Terzo waved a dismissive hand at him.

"I'm rambling again, scusi. I just... i miss him."

When Terzo looked at him, it was like he was looking straight through him. It hurt. By Satan himself oh how it hurt.

Omega placed a gentle hand on Terzo's shoulder.

'I brought you back wrong.'

He thinks.

'Something went so...-'

He flinches as Terzo jerks back.

"What are you doing, Ghoul?"

Omega felt his heart break right then.

"...Sorry, Papa. I shouldn't have...-"

Terzo narrows his eyes at him.

"I'm not looking for a Ghoul fuck, if that's what you want."

He presses the heel of his hand to his temple, as if he is racking his brain for the answer to something that is tormenting him.

"Just... just make sure you do your duties in here, and then you can go."

Omega's chest rises and falls in a heaving sigh as he watches Terzo pad out of the room, still holding his head.

"It was never just a fuck, cuore mio."

He whispers, losing the fight against the hot tears that sting his eyes and flood down his cheeks.

"Never."

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He's so pretty...

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Based on Created Ghouls By @mutt-sys

WARINGING: FORCED CANNIBALISM AND BODY HORROR

Just to clear something up before you read. Phantom will be referred to as a different name for most of this story as they have not yet been given the name Phantom and still use their human name which is Altair. But near the end that name will slowly be replaced with “&!(*^$” as they can't remember what their name is or who they are.

Altair was living on the streets. Well living is a strong word to use, they were mostly skin, bones and a few essential organs barely functioning. You could typically find the young adult slumped over in alley’s or in front of sketchy looking bars; The only places that would let them stay without calling the police or beating them up. They used to have a friend who would let them stay with her, but she just disappeared one day. It's been a few weeks since they've seen her and they miss the warm comfort of her small apartment.

Altair is currently curled up behind a dumpster, shivering as the worn down jean jacket doesn't do much to keep their frail body warm. They think it must be past three am, the only other soul around being the rat scurrying further up the alley way. It jumped up along the walls, over pieces of trash, and eventually past someone's feet. Altair looked up at the person standing almost directly in front of them. The man was wearing a suit with some sort of religious symbol on it, he carried a blanket in his arms and Altair wished he could take it from the man. “I’m Phil, I’ve seen you out here a few times and I was hoping to offer a safe place for you to rest” the man ; Phil, stood tall and unwavering as he spoke, the only thing even angled downward was his eyes. They knew how this went and it was never good, “M not going to your house if that's what you're asking, I may be desperate but i'm not stupid.”. Phil chuckled lightly and started digging around in his pocket for something “You aren't coming to my home. I’m part of a church that gives shelter to the homeless”. He handed Altair a business card and they studied it. It was sleek black with more information on what Phil had said and that same symbol on the back of the card. The small figure sat idle, weighing their options. It had been awhile since they had slept inside and they were sure to freeze if it was going to rain soon. “I don't have to….join the church or anything? I'm not the best at being religious.” Phil smiled lightly, it was almost welcoming “No, you'll just be asked to do a few chores. Sweep the floors, polish candle holders, small things”. Altair decided to go with him, the man helped them up and gave them the blanket to wrap around their thin body. The two of them made it to Phil’s car, the man insisting that Altair sit in the back so they could sleep. They wrapped the blanket tightly around themself and fell asleep quickly after the engine roared to life.

Altair awoke in a cold room on a stone floor. Their brain pounded against their skull, almost like they could see stars out of the corners of their eyes. A door opened to the left of them and Phil walked in. ‘Fuck they had gotten kidnapped… hadn't they?’ They knew that they shouldn’t have trusted the man but the promise of shelter was too tempting. Altair’s hands were bound behind their back; they struggled against the ropes as the man stepped closer…fear overtaking their small frame. He crouched down in front of them, a sick smile on his face. “I’m not going to hurt you kid, I just want you to eat” The man grabbed Altair’s face, repositioning it to be facing the corner of the room. They couldn't move, their thought process stopped as their eyes zeroed in on what was there. The corpse of a creature that was almost human lay there unmoving. It’s skin was a gray almost lilac color with light fur covering it. Tight spiraled horns coming out of the top of its head, a whip-like tail with some sort of pointed shape at the end, and long black jagged claws with blood under them like it fought something before it died and ended up here. Its eyes were the worst part. They were open and glazed over; Staring right at Altar as if it could see into their very soul. It was missing a leg, there were bite marks going up along the thigh. Phil dragged Altair across the room by their hair “no plEASE PLEASE DON'T'' they kicked and squirmed but with their hands bound they couldn’t get out of the iron grip on their hair. They fought until their face was shoved inches from the corpse. Phil had a knife now and brought it up to Altair’s cheek, cutting directly under their right eye. They screamed out pain shooting through the young person's face. “Eat and I won't kill you. I would hate for you to go to waste” The man carved out a handful of mutant flesh from the body and shoved it in Altair’s mouth, covering it giving them no option but to chew. Sobbing as blood poured out of their mouth, it wasn't red like it was supposed to be but so purple that it was almost black. It was tougher than any meat they've ever had in their life. They had no choice but to swallow the slurry of meat in their mouth. It went down thickly and made them want to throw up but as it hit their stomach they realized how starved they really were. How long has it been since they've eaten anything at all? Phil was already shoving another piece of flesh in again and covering their mouth. They started chewing immediately. It's not like Altair wanted to eat it, they just wanted to live through this. Maybe Phil would let them go when they were done. So they kept choking mouthful after mouthful down, their face and clothes covered in that inky purple blood.

Altair didn't know how long they'd been stuck in the room with the corpse, all they know is Phil had come back twice to feed them. Their skin was turning that grayish lilac that the corpse had been when they first saw it. ‘Was it some kind of disease? Infect people who don't matter just to see what happens?’ The door opened once again and Phil was back to shove more rotting meat into their mouth. “Just a few more bites to go kid! Look at that, probably the fastest we've had in awhile. Only two hours in and your skin has already changed.” Alta$ glanced at the body, like Phil had said there wasn't much left to it. Just some spots of flesh on the chest, ‘the head Phil said they didn’t have to eat that, right?’ and…the heart. Like its blood, its heart was unnatural, it seemed like a pentagram was etched into it. As Phil walked towards them and the body, their mouth automatically opened. They were so tired. The top of their head, legs and bottom of their spine throbbed in pain. What was happening to them? A chunk of meat was shoved in their mouth, he didn’t even have to cover it anymore. It hurt to chew, teeth aching but they kept going. They held onto the hope of freedom. Alta^$ closed their eyes and ate. They just kept eating, the whole time they choked down the corpse they never felt full. Stomach never changing from that almost concave it was when they started. Except for when they ate the heart. That's when it hit, they finally felt full. They felt sick, crying again as Phil forced them to take another. “Come on kid, just one more then i'll untie you” They took the last bite, almost sobbing in relief as they swallowed and Phil cut the ropes on their wrists. “C-can i leave now?” Alt*^$ almost whispered out but unfortunately for them the man just smiled and left the room. They couldn’t believe it, he’d just left them there? They screamed. They screamed in anger, in fear, in sadness. They screamed in pain. Pain? Why did they hurt so bad? Why couldn’t they stand anymore? Their legs burned, fuck it hurt so bad. Their head felt like it was splitting open. The base of their tailbone was trying to come out of their body. Al(*^$’s nails were falling out, they fell to the floor and were replaced with longer, sharper ones. Claws. Using those claws to scratch and tear their scalp apart where something under it was forcing its way to the surface. That inky purple blood bubbling up to under where their nails were slicing away. A!(*^$ felt it, bone. Swirling bone forcing itself quickly out of where they have just opened their head. It felt better, so much better they had to keep going. They moved their arms down to the base of their spine. Ripping the skin, going through a thin layer of fat and muscle, digging their fingers into where it hurt the most. The creature found a coiled up tail, long and like the one on the corpse. They yanked the new appendage out, leaving a gaping hole with a tail protruding behind. But the creature knew it wasn't over. They writhed on the floor screeching out for help that wouldn't come, for a mother that had long abandoned them. If only they had been a better son. But they were never enough. The legs on them were no longer their own. Bones beneath skin breaking and rearranging themself in a manner that was no longer human but that of an animal. Skin adapting to the new shapes below it, growing a thin layer of fur that made them itch all over.

The pain lasted for another hour. &!(*^$ unable to control it as their body changed without their consent. Once it stopped it was almost like heaven on earth. They were able to stop screaming and take a breath without getting choked up. They lay there on the floor unmoving as the door opened, hooded figures flooding in the room. “Welcome to the Clergy. Your name is Phantom.” but all Phantom ‘was that really their name? They couldn't remember after all the agony’ could focus on was the glazed over eyes staring back at them from across the room.

[vitriol-ghoul]

Good morning, Ghesties. Take this, terzo nation :3

My comms are open if anyone wants stuff like this I wanna draw ghouls and papas and literally anything ghost related

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Aedis and Mary fooling around

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Here you go 🫴 get fed

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[miracl3-align3r]

NO FUCKING WAY AN ACTUAL GHOVIE IS COMING OUT.

My ass? Wobbling. My taint? Tickled.

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This came to me in a fever dream. I made this a while ago but I completely forgot about it lol. To the lovely @eldritch-spouse, I "gift" to you (haha, get it?) this half-assed video I made.

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Been trying out more different art styles recently to find something that I can stick too! So far this one has been my favourite to use- especially the thicker outline around the hair :) anyways here is a copia whip from a couple months back! ^-^

[seattlesea]

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

So there's a theory going around that Papa Emeritus IV/Copia is going to become the Antichrist and have an 'evil' era after the Re-Imperatour is over, and honestly, I believe at the least that Copia is going to become the Antichrist. Here's every detail I've found and complied so far-

1. 666. In some of the stained glass windows that depict Copia, he has a 666 tattoo on his chest. This number also appears on his blue Papa robe and in the Call Me Little Sunshine music video. Normally, 666 is simply a number to represent evil, but in the Bible it's actually used to represent the upcoming Antichrist. This is probably the most solid piece of proof that Copia is going to become the Antichrist and what got me hooked on this theory in the first place. While 666 is stereotypically an 'evil' number, judging by how precise and knowledgable Tobias is, it's highly unlikely he added this number three times to Copia's character just for the aesthetic but none of the other Papas.

2. The Unholy Trinity. The 'Unholy Trinity' are the opposites of the Holy Trinity- the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. The Unholy Trinity consists of Satan, the Beast aka the Antichrist, and the False Prophet. I and many others believe that Jim DeFroque of Jesus He Knows Me is the False Prophet giving his entire character is about giving people false hope and turning his back on what he preaches. So Satan is himself, Jim is the False Prophet, and Copia the Antichrist.

3. A Pale Horse. Copia is often depicted on a pale white horse. Especially in the Rats video, this is very obviously a reference to one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse- Death. Copia isn't just seen on a white horse in the Rats video but also on official Ghost merch as well. To top this off, the first three albums depict the birth, rise, and reign of the Antichrist. Opus Eponymous is about his birth, Infestissumam is about the presence of the Devil and the Antichrist, and Meliora is about the absence of God and the reign of the Antichrist. Then we get to Copia's first album Prequelle and it's about the Black Plague and death, aka the first horseman of the apocalypse. Then his second album Impera which is about the rise and fall of empires which takes place in modern day. So all the previous albums were about the birth and rise of the Antichrist, then we get to Copia's albums and it's about death and the rise and fall of empires, not centering about the Antichrist. Most likely because Copia, being the upcoming Antichrist, isn't writing and singing songs about himself.

4. White eyes. Everyone knows that the Emeritus family have one white eye and one green eye- a genetically inherited trait from Nihil. White eyes are symbolically used to represent power, heaven, supremacy, wealth, and leadership, and what's interesting about this is there are many hints pointing to Copia gaining two white eyes. First, the promotional artwork for the Imperatour and Re-Imperatour. The France, Europe, official Re-Imperatour, and the Kia Forum artwork all show one white and one green eye as normal. But then you get to the South America promotional artwork and his white eye is on the wrong side. It's on his right rather than his left as usual. Is this an artist's mistake- which, if it was, why would Tobias use it as often as he did on Instagram and not fix it- or is it showing two white eyes rather than one, considering you can't see the left side of his face in it? Second, Phantomime. The Phantomime cover shows Copia in a corpse-like pose with two glowing white eyes. This could again just be an artistic take, but it seems like an odd change nonetheless. And third, the Escape the Ministry game seems trivial and just like fun, but it actually holds many clues (more I'll go over later). For this point, the ending has a 'Thank you for celebrating Phantomime with us' note with a drawing of Papa IV in which he has two white eyes yet again. Once is an artist mistake, twice is a coincidence, but three times? Three different times Papa IV is shown with two white eyes instead of one? Very very odd. And why is this so important? Well, in the Infestissumam cover, the baby that represents the Antichrist has two white eyes.

5. Sister Imperator. In Chapter 3: Back On The Road, the three Emeritus brothers are killed- ordered by Sister Imperator- because they were doing unsatisfactory and so Copia could become Papa. She wants Copia to become Papa obviously because he's her son, but then goes on to say that she 'can't' call him Papa because of Nihil (and in 'Tomb It May Concern' calls him C). Is it really because of Nihil, or is it because she doesn't want him to meet the same fate as the other Emeritus brothers? Would she try to make him or at least encourage him to become the Antichrist in order to save him and so the Ministry can't kill him? She is the one, after all, to proudly announce to him that he's performing at the Kia Forum in Chapter 16: Tax Season, the show many people believe Copia is going to die at because it's the last show of the Re-Imperatour, recording is not allowed, and the line 'When the summer dies, severing the ties/I'm with you always, always' from Darkness at the Heart of My Love (and September 11th is days before the Fall Solstice, signaling the end of summer). Why would Sister sound so proud and happy of this if her son was going to die? Wouldn't she be happy and proud if her son were to say gain more power or survive the Ministry's- especially Nihil's- attempts to off him? Also, there's a line in the song Witch Image (from Prequelle) that goes 'But like a mother would save her own child from digging a grave'. Sister Imperator is trying to save Copia, not kill him. Becoming the Antichrist would seal his immortality and save him from the Ministry.

6. Alternatively, Saltarian. In the same chapter Tax Season, Saltarian is grinning at Copia while pushing the glass coffin. Saltarian for the most part has acted kind of aloof and hostile to Copia, except for in Chapter 13: The Beach Life where he invites Copia to his beach house, has some laugh with him, and talks to him about his European Summer Tour. Then in next chapter Road Trip, he tells Copia he 'knows when his time is up' which is very odd considering no one really knows who the Saltarian is. All we know is he's in the Clergy and works close with Sister and Nihil (and his name derives from the Italian word 'jump/leap', Saltare). But what I really want to focus on is the game Copia is playing in Tax Season. He's playing a driving game called Driving Miss Daisy which isn't a real game but a movie. The description of said movie is: "Daisy Werthan, an elderly Jewish widow living in Atlanta, is determined to maintain her independence. However, when she crashes her car, her son, Boolie, arranges for her to have a chauffeur, an African-American driver named Hoke Colburn. Daisy and Hoke's relationship gets off to a rocky start, but they gradually form a close friendship over the years, one that transcends racial prejudices and social conventions." Sounds kinda like Copia and Saltarian. So did Saltarian smile at him sinisterly and knowingly or did he smile at him because he wants to help him (from who I don't know- could be the Clergy or Sister if she wants Copia dead for whatever reason).

More to come but this is getting too long :P

Part Two

[jeeprsoart]

I wanted to post this on Valentine's Day but... I forgot.