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i was wondering how omega might deal with terzo’s murder……….
[CW!!!!!!!!! violence, murder, “cannibalism” …… read at your own risk]
Papa Emeritus III was murdered by Sister Imperator.
We all know it happened. Cardinal Copia took over his reign, toted around his head like the trophy it was. A prize to be won, that head, cleanly cut across the neck as if there was no struggle, as if none of us knew what a fighter our Master was. A photoshoot, as if none of us mourned the ultimate victim of family politics.
But no one mourned quite like Omega ghoul.
We knew of the ghouls, of course. We see them on the stage in all their glamored-up glory, we see them when they sneak upstairs to steal our food, and we are told to avoid them at certain times of the year. But we weren’t allowed to interact with them, not unless they asked us for something. The only exception was Omega ghoul, who often assigned us our duties especially around important events.
So it was a sudden shift when Omega ghoul stopped being in charge of us. Instead it was Master Copia, who while certainly sweet on the outside, always gave me an uneasy feeling that tingled up the back of my neck like a spider.
I was a bit more privy to the Ministry’s secrets than my fellows. I saw Omega ghoul walking towards the Papal residences nearly every night, because I was the one scrubbing the floors down that hallway. Every now and again I would hear what sounded like violence from Master Terzo, but when followed by nothing more, the picture was painted in my mind.
What a special feeling, having this dirty secret. I would give my life for Master Terzo, and though he did not know it, my heart was warm with the feeling of his secret nestled inside of me, never to be told to another soul. If Omega Ghoul had passed me by, I would turn away any of my Siblings from descending down the corridor. If there was an important matter, I would take it on, and ignore the salacious sounds I heard behind closed doors.
But there were no more secret trysts after Master Terzo had gone. I rarely saw Omega ghoul anymore.
Indeed, I no longer wanted to see him. Not after that night.
The night Master Terzo had disappeared I had been called upon for a cleaning. I entered Master Terzo’s office to find it a mess, a mess that made me sick to my stomach. At the time, I hadn’t known of his murder, though in retrospect the thought sends chills up my spine. A knocked over chair, scattered books, torn papers, a broken lamp, even the heavy desk was knocked askew. I put my head down and I cleaned, asking no questions, because as I have come to learn, people like Master Terzo asked questions.
I wish I had kept my head down, though. I wish I had not noticed the crack behind the bookshelf, the crack that widened with ease with only the slightest bit of effort. I wish I had ignored the gentle sobbing I heard echoing from the staircase that led down, I wish I hadn’t followed the noise, I wish I hadn’t seen something I shouldn’t have seen.
Down the dark gloomy staircase, the cries grew stronger. When I reached the bottom, I couldn’t quite understand what I was seeing. It was only when those lion eyes glinted up at me from the limited light that I finally understood.
A skull painted face lie in a basket at the foot of a guillotine. I almost laughed. How ridiculous to find a guillotine here, in a secret passage leading down from Master Terzo’s office. But I was too horrified to find the amusement, for I knew my Master’s head was in that basket.
Imperator was there. She turned towards me. She was calm, too calm as she picked up the basket with the head and walked to me. She grabbed my shoulder and told me, since I was down there, to clean up after him. She walked past me, up the staircase. At first I thought she meant the pool of blood just beneath the guillotine, but as my eyes adjusted to the room, I saw him.
No one mourned quite like Omega ghoul, who I found in that dark room on the night of his lover’s murder. No, no one quite did. For as I stood at the foot of the stairs, I watched Omega ghoul eating the body of my Master. I watched blood pour from his lips, heard the sounds of flesh tearing in his powerful jaws, stood frozen as he glared at me and cried. Cried harder than I’d ever seen a man cry, let alone a ghoul. Sobbed and kept eating his body. My Master’s body. Consuming the dead man as if it could save his heart.
redesigning fantastical or unique characters with uncanny or inhuman designs into regular people should be a fucking crime and in fact why aren’t we doing the opposite more often
