@stronzoemeritus — New Blood at the Ministry; Secondo
In the early days of the autumn season, Whitney found herself taking deep breaths as she prepared to begin her first actual day within the walls of the Satanic Ministry— the afternoon prior had been full of short greetings, a brief tour, and a guide to the wing in which her room would be, amongst the other Siblings of Sin. Today, the brunette would be taken on a further, more in-depth tour of each wing, and meeting more of the clergy, all while settling in to this new chapter in her life..
It was… exciting. And a bit nerve-wracking.
She had been invited to serve as a top player within the ministry’s orchestra, and it would soon be time to prove her worth- after getting ready for the day, her charming black linen dress fitting just right and a small ribbon pulling her brunette waves in a half-up style, the young woman grabbed her bag with the necessary papers.. and off for the tour she would be, meeting at the main congregation hall around 9 am, right on the dot. Those doe eyes shining with that spark of novelty, Whitney found Sister Imperator in the elaborate room and shook her hand before turning to the rest of the clergy alongside her— while being introduced to Papa Primo, or Papa Emeritus the first, Cardinal Terzo, Papa Nihil, Cardinal Copia.. and finally..
The current Papa Emeritus of the ministry, Papa Secondo.
Whitney’s eyes met his with a gleam of kindness and respect, admiring the strong aura he gave off so effortlessly- she almost forgot to lift her hand for his to shake as those mismatched eyes of his caught her in a quick trance. However, she quickly shook it off and showed him a sweet smile and held her hand out to him, her head bowing ever so slightly,
“Good morning, Papa.”
The brunette wasn’t unaware of this silent tension between Papa and Sister Imperator, not bothering to ask any questions for the time being- she simply kept her polite demeanor and would keep an open mind for anything that would come her way. This was all so very new, so.. alluring.
And on that note, Whitney wasn’t unaware of this tension, this warmth, as the Satanic Pope kissed the back of her hand softly, some of the paint on his face rubbing off on her own skin- and when he leaned in to speak in her ear, she did her best to hide the redness in her cheeks. Perhaps, this is just how he was— she didn’t want to think too much into it, but couldn’t deny how this first interaction gave her goosebumps.
“Thank you, Papa- I hope to see you again soon.”
Those big brown eyes of hers shined with a certain spark that even she didn’t know how to feel about it- something about the furrow in his brow, his confidence, the smooth voice that spilled from his black and white painted lips.. it had her sneaking glances back at him while Sister Imperator guided her across the room to meet other members of the clergy, other Siblings of Sin. As she was about to leave the main hall, Whitney couldn’t help herself- she turned slightly, showing Papa a little smile before following Sister through the doorway.
The following day was packed full of getting to know her new routines and her agenda, meeting with the ministry’s orchestral director and getting her set up with all that she would need to finally start her time here in this beautiful space. It was a lot; a lot of new people, a lot of information to take in.. but she knew she could do it. After this first official day, she was exhausted, but even still, when the evening came around and the booth was open for ‘confessional’, the brunette wanted to experience what it was like here- within the Satanic Church, as opposed to a Catholic confession.
Slowly, Whitney made her way into the booth, her footsteps echoing into the grand room, and took a seat- wondering what would come next with little fluttering in her stomach..
