In this list you can read confidential documents, journals and testimonies of Siblings of Sin, secret and forbidden almost immaterial belongings of Emeritus Abbey and its people.
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𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨:
Year Zero Ghouls' Names (Papa Nihil's Ghouls names and elements)
About Rime's Eyes (Papa Nihil's Earth Ghoul)
Guide you into the night (Young Terzo & Rime Ghoul)
A Ghoul's Cry (His Eminence Papa Emeritus III & Omega Ghoul)
Waters that don't drown (His Eminence Papa Emeritus III & Omega Ghoul)
A Love like mine (Young Papa Emeritus II & Zombie Queen)
Wait for me (His Eminence Papa Emeritus II & Sibling of Sin)
An Ordinary Night (His Young Majesty Papa Nihil & Year Zero Ghouls)
Nihil My Dear (His Young Majesty Papa Nihil & Year Zero Ghouls)
Your Body, My Temple (His Young Majesty Papa Emeritus Nihil & Year Zero Ghouls)
Defenestrate (His Young Majesty Papa Emeritus Nihil & Citrus Ghoul)
𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨:
Confessional
Map of the Emeritus Abbey
Papa Nihil's Ghouls Eye Colour
Young Copia's letter to His Majesty Papa Emeritus Zero
Mary Goore in the Abbey & Two (roleplay)
𝙇𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙮:
Please be aware that it is content marked for over 18s due to the sexual content of the files. For you, curious "I'm almost 18!", I ask you not to interact with the ones below.
If it is to burn, let me burn for you (His Eminence Papa Emeritus I – sexually suggestive content)
Nostalgia (Mi manchi) (His Eminence Papa Emeritus III & Omega Ghoul)
Desert (Mary Goore – sexually sugestive content)
Stone stairs that see us love (His Eminence Papa Emeritus IV – sexually explicit content)
– a collection developed by a Bat that takes advantage of the darkness of the night to turn over the books and documments to release them from oblivion, titled "Nuntia's bat echo" (since October of 2022)
first shared on Twitter (follow @untenerin, on tumblr is @agent1030)
[SECRETS FROM THE CLERGY]
It is still law to refer to Ghouls as "Nameless Ghouls", this is due to the purpose for which they were brought to Earth.
However, it is human nature to need to name everything and everyone. It was no different with the first Ghouls in the service of the Ghost project.
There are few written records, and all of them are from diaries or unofficial documents that Siblings of Sin left written. I gathered them all up together and concluded that the following names may have once been of the Ghouls of Year Zero:
Fire Ghoul – Agarat
Named after the similarities with the demon of the same name, who teaches languages, holds fugitives, has the ability to generate earthquakes and is endowed with the honour of bestowing noble titles.
Agarat is, immediately after Special, the ghoul who has the greatest facility with human languages. He is the one who often verbally conveys the needs and quirks of creatures like him so that humans can understand them.
After much hesitation, along with the Water Ghoul, he was one of the first to go to Papa Nihil to comfort him, breaking the old strict rules imposed by the Clergy that they could never ever, unless it is an emergency or required, be in the same room as humans.¹
Water Ghoul – Icarus
An incident witnessed by the Siblings of Sin on a full moon dawn, the Water Ghoul was named as the mythological figure after he leapt from a tree into the great lake of the Abbey with the membranes of his infernal form open.
He is, by the nature of his element, one of the most empathetic. He was the one who went against the rules of the hierarchy for the first time and entered Papa Nihil's room after the fateful day he and Sister Imperator ended their relationship.
He likes to cook, for some unknown reason. However, it never goes well and was the reason for the Ghouls' total ban from working in the kitchen.¹
Earth Ghoul – Rime
Not only is he called that because of his very good rhythmic sense, but because he likes to read and, under the influence of all the poetry books read, he involuntarily speaks in rhyme. At first, Siblings of Sin thought it funny, and then they often dared to go and talk to him just to hear him "talk like a Shakespearean character".¹
He is one of the strictest sticklers for the rules, choosing to stay in his room and appear to the humans only when absolutely necessary. The old cabin where the Earth Ghouls stayed during their heat was built by him, after he nearly collapsed the dungeons when he also activated the Fire Ghoul's heat.²
Air Ghoul – Citrus
Also obsessed with cooking¹, but he didn't know how to peel oranges and tangerines and squeeze them, spreading them everywhere. The smell didn't leave his skin for the next two weeks, as his skin is very porous and absorbs strong odours for a long time.
Three weeks later, the same thing happened with lemons and it was Sister Imperator herself who addressed him as Citrus. In fact, she wrinkled her nose at the strong odour, questioning "Citrus?" more to herself than anyone else. He had come to inform her that Papa Nihil requested her presence in his office, and answered her very simply to the (rhetorical) question "Yes, Ma'am." The Sibling of Sin who heard, began to call him that.
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And here I leave you with this information. If you wish, I can share some more curiosities. Just tell me what you want to know that I will search for all the answers to the last book in the library.
I remind you, however, that it is possible that there are other names by which they referred to these ghouls. If you have any information, don't be shy to share it!
I noticed, after a long hibernation, that Papa Nihil's Ghouls have been making waves! I get so excited about the name suggestions for them! If you have stories to share, please do so too! I would love to know!
Idk why but just based on photos alone that I've seen, old pictures of Alain Delon give me young (like before Dance Macabre and KtGG young) Nihil vibes?
(I'm not familiar with the actor at all Pinterest randomly showed me pictures of him)
Preface: Staying in the bishopric in Poland for a month brought nostalgia to His Eminence. He did not miss home, but those who stayed there.
warnings: mentions of blood, very suggestive but not exactly explicit content
[LECHERY FROM THE CLERGY]
While still a Cardinal, in the papacy of His Eminence Papa Emeritus II, the third son Emeritus had to make the official visits to his bishopric – in Poland¹. However, that time – and for a long time he postponed the trip – a greater opposition was demonstrated and imposed a condition: his esteemed Ghoul, summoned from his own blood almost two years ago, would have to go with him.
The condition was rejected as many times as insistence. And in the end, there he went without Omega. Attempts to shorten the distance began, then, with words of longing, passion and reflections.
For you: a letter written by His Eminence Papa Emeritus III to his Omega Ghoul.
SUGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW
----
❝My beloved Omega,
You've been on my mind since early this morning. When I got up to follow the week's announcements (something I wasn't obligated to do, but I saw fit as the example I once was here), when I walked into the dining hall, when I walked out of the dining hall, when I wandered the halls of that chapel, when I wandered the expanse of that huge property. You never left my mind.
Nostalgia still corrodes me. Where is the man I was? When did he disappear? The past can be so comforting, looking back in time now. The hallways aren't as wide as they appeared to be, but when the morning sunlight streams in through stained glass and stone windows, I feel like nothing has changed all that much.
Then, I search for the young version of myself whenever some surface with reflective characteristics appears in my path, or else I search for myself somewhere here, sitting in the corner seats, to feed the unreal possibility and hope of finding myself in the centre of the table, of the room, of the circle of people.
I see nothing and I feel empty.
I feel empty, but now I think maybe that is because of your absence. I miss you, Omega, full time. I miss the feeling of having you in the same space as me. I miss your voice echoing through the room. I miss the warmth of your body. I miss feeling myself shudder when your warm breath whispers in my ear. And what an effort I make in the struggle to stay whole as your hands roam my body, stripping me bare!
Now, in this room too big for one person, one person alone, I can't stop look away from the paper to the bed of sheets as white as tonight's moon, covered by a heavy purple blanket as if to keep me sane for one more instant. My mind even then plagues me and makes me imagine all the possible ways we could both be there, when I well know that if you were here, you'd do something that would take me completely by surprised.
Whatever it was, I have no doubt it would be so good!
What I suspect is that the bed would be the place where we would end up. Before then, I see us cuddled in the bathtub, lost in each other's arms as I leave those lips of yours fuller than they usually are, with a more intense colour. My hands tattooing your body with the softness that makes you shiver, all mine! And then a sigh as you drop your head back, murmuring my name and a plea to our Dark Lord.
I amuse myself, in the meantime. I lure you. I seduce you. I bewitch you until the moment I know that- yes, it will be your turn to grab me.
Finally! because I couldn't stand to be like this anymore either, so close but so far from what we truly want.
The dance to bed would be slow but short. A struggle for the lead, desperate and brusque hands seeking to touch as much skin as possible at the same close while knowing neither of us will win, but it's just the answer to so much desire.
I am confident that I will be the one to throw you to bed first. You will fall into this grandiose bed absurdity alone, helpless and panting – because I have successfully disentangled myself from your arms and just stood there, watching you from above.
Ah, how beautiful, my dear Omega! My beloved Ghoul, my most faithful companion, piece of my soul and blood...
I'll stay like this to ensnare you for brief seconds. I also know that I won't last long to see that beautiful body of yours lost in the sheets without touching it. Our bodies attract each other with a supernatural force. What can I do besides obey it?
Feel the bed less resistant the moment I land a knee on either side of one of your legs: that's all I want. My hands moving up your torso to your shoulders, to your neck, to the back of your head, to your hair. And pull it. A light, warning tug. And then another, when you've barely had time to react to the first, a stronger one.
My knee moves forward. A gentle touch, you know, before I lean over your body and my thigh touches you, while I use yours as a consolation too.
I'll take advantage of the position to mark that beautiful chest you have with kisses and bites. Until we get anxious. Too anxious.
I know it will be your turn again. I'm tempted not to fight back and let you hold me like I have the weight of a feather. To curl up in the sheets, to clutch the pillows as if they were a form of solace for when you grab me, less gently, around the waist.
I know what comes next, and I want it. But you look at me deeply, as always, and I tell you from deep within my soul:
"I want to be yours, Omega." And you do. I am yours completely.
I don't know who will breathe a louder sigh next. Me, feeling my skin burning with the immense desire to see you in all your form above me; or you, having my legs intertwined with yours, my hands pulling you to me by your buttocks that in a short time will have reddish stripes drawn on them.
Of one thing I am sure, though.
You will forget your name, mine, and even Profane Father's when you feel yourself in a soft rub against me that will take on more pressure, and then more speed, intensity and soon after wet and slippery. The only thing you'll be able to say will be pleas each time your hips pull back, thrust forward with the expectation of finally finding full comfort between my legs, only to find a shallow glide over the skin of my thigh or groin.
What a shame. So long to wait, and I still ask you to wait a little longer.
I'll get impatient at some point too, I know that. And then, holding your face in both my hands, I'll navigate the feeling of having you here with me, about to let everyone know who you are, what you mean to me, and how well you take me to honor the name of the Old One.
I long for you to fill the emptiness of this bed so bad, Omega.
For now, I try to make do with the images that bring to my mind and what my hands can only sparsely imitate of you.
I want to see you so, so, so much... May time be merciful to me.
Forever yours, nocturnal me
Terzo❞
– Terzo Emeritus to Nameless Ghoul, 29th August 2014
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¹ Memories of Bp. Necropolitus Cracoviensis
After the death of Papa Emeritus III, many letters exchanged between him and his ghoul were discovered in the office, in bedrooms, and even in vinyl cabinets.
The contents are diverse, but we can see that they had a stronger connection than what was considered ordinary. Though with the disapproval of many of the Clergy, the relationship was never exactly hidden from the public – inside and outside Emeritus Abbey.
It was His Eminence Papa Emeritus III who carried out the reconsideration of first reform of the "Law of Servants", allowing once again in decades the ghouls to occupy common spaces with humans without the 'Required or Emergency' strict rule to the Ghost project Ghouls (only) and giving his Ghouls rooms on the ground floor, removing them from the dungeons.
It is known, of course, that His Eminence also broke the rule that forbade the servants to present themselves to the master without wearing the masks.
Omega stayed by his side during dark masses as well, helping him with organization, sermons and even accompanying him to his rooms (where he often stayed late at night). They were inseparable, a demonstration of their true nature of each other.
I know there is a lot left to say. Question me in any way, I will seek the truth for you all.
Preface: Staying in the bishopric in Poland for a month brought nostalgia to His Eminence. He did not miss home, but those who stayed there.
warnings: mentions of blood, very suggestive but not exactly explicit content
[LECHERY FROM THE CLERGY]
While still a Cardinal, in the papacy of His Eminence Papa Emeritus II, the third son Emeritus had to make the official visits to his bishopric – in Poland¹. However, that time – and for a long time he postponed the trip – a greater opposition was demonstrated and imposed a condition: his esteemed Ghoul, summoned from his own blood almost two years ago, would have to go with him.
The condition was rejected as many times as insistence. And in the end, there he went without Omega. Attempts to shorten the distance began, then, with words of longing, passion and reflections.
For you: a letter written by His Eminence Papa Emeritus III to his Omega Ghoul.
SUGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW
----
❝My beloved Omega,
You've been on my mind since early this morning. When I got up to follow the week's announcements (something I wasn't obligated to do, but I saw fit as the example I once was here), when I walked into the dining hall, when I walked out of the dining hall, when I wandered the halls of that chapel, when I wandered the expanse of that huge property. You never left my mind.
Nostalgia still corrodes me. Where is the man I was? When did he disappear? The past can be so comforting, looking back in time now. The hallways aren't as wide as they appeared to be, but when the morning sunlight streams in through stained glass and stone windows, I feel like nothing has changed all that much.
Then, I search for the young version of myself whenever some surface with reflective characteristics appears in my path, or else I search for myself somewhere here, sitting in the corner seats, to feed the unreal possibility and hope of finding myself in the centre of the table, of the room, of the circle of people.
I see nothing and I feel empty.
I feel empty, but now I think maybe that is because of your absence. I miss you, Omega, full time. I miss the feeling of having you in the same space as me. I miss your voice echoing through the room. I miss the warmth of your body. I miss feeling myself shudder when your warm breath whispers in my ear. And what an effort I make in the struggle to stay whole as your hands roam my body, stripping me bare!
Now, in this room too big for one person, one person alone, I can't stop look away from the paper to the bed of sheets as white as tonight's moon, covered by a heavy purple blanket as if to keep me sane for one more instant. My mind even then plagues me and makes me imagine all the possible ways we could both be there, when I well know that if you were here, you'd do something that would take me completely by surprised.
Whatever it was, I have no doubt it would be so good!
What I suspect is that the bed would be the place where we would end up. Before then, I see us cuddled in the bathtub, lost in each other's arms as I leave those lips of yours fuller than they usually are, with a more intense colour. My hands tattooing your body with the softness that makes you shiver, all mine! And then a sigh as you drop your head back, murmuring my name and a plea to our Dark Lord.
I amuse myself, in the meantime. I lure you. I seduce you. I bewitch you until the moment I know that- yes, it will be your turn to grab me.
Finally! because I couldn't stand to be like this anymore either, so close but so far from what we truly want.
The dance to bed would be slow but short. A struggle for the lead, desperate and brusque hands seeking to touch as much skin as possible at the same close while knowing neither of us will win, but it's just the answer to so much desire.
I am confident that I will be the one to throw you to bed first. You will fall into this grandiose bed absurdity alone, helpless and panting – because I have successfully disentangled myself from your arms and just stood there, watching you from above.
Ah, how beautiful, my dear Omega! My beloved Ghoul, my most faithful companion, piece of my soul and blood...
I'll stay like this to ensnare you for brief seconds. I also know that I won't last long to see that beautiful body of yours lost in the sheets without touching it. Our bodies attract each other with a supernatural force. What can I do besides obey it?
Feel the bed less resistant the moment I land a knee on either side of one of your legs: that's all I want. My hands moving up your torso to your shoulders, to your neck, to the back of your head, to your hair. And pull it. A light, warning tug. And then another, when you've barely had time to react to the first, a stronger one.
My knee moves forward. A gentle touch, you know, before I lean over your body and my thigh touches you, while I use yours as a consolation too.
I'll take advantage of the position to mark that beautiful chest you have with kisses and bites. Until we get anxious. Too anxious.
I know it will be your turn again. I'm tempted not to fight back and let you hold me like I have the weight of a feather. To curl up in the sheets, to clutch the pillows as if they were a form of solace for when you grab me, less gently, around the waist.
I know what comes next, and I want it. But you look at me deeply, as always, and I tell you from deep within my soul:
"I want to be yours, Omega." And you do. I am yours completely.
I don't know who will breathe a louder sigh next. Me, feeling my skin burning with the immense desire to see you in all your form above me; or you, having my legs intertwined with yours, my hands pulling you to me by your buttocks that in a short time will have reddish stripes drawn on them.
Of one thing I am sure, though.
You will forget your name, mine, and even Profane Father's when you feel yourself in a soft rub against me that will take on more pressure, and then more speed, intensity and soon after wet and slippery. The only thing you'll be able to say will be pleas each time your hips pull back, thrust forward with the expectation of finally finding full comfort between my legs, only to find a shallow glide over the skin of my thigh or groin.
What a shame. So long to wait, and I still ask you to wait a little longer.
I'll get impatient at some point too, I know that. And then, holding your face in both my hands, I'll navigate the feeling of having you here with me, about to let everyone know who you are, what you mean to me, and how well you take me to honor the name of the Old One.
I long for you to fill the emptiness of this bed so bad, Omega.
For now, I try to make do with the images that bring to my mind and what my hands can only sparsely imitate of you.
I want to see you so, so, so much... May time be merciful to me.
Forever yours, nocturnal me
Terzo❞
– Terzo Emeritus to Nameless Ghoul, 29th August 2014
° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
¹ Memories of Bp. Necropolitus Cracoviensis
After the death of Papa Emeritus III, many letters exchanged between him and his ghoul were discovered in the office, in bedrooms, and even in vinyl cabinets.
The contents are diverse, but we can see that they had a stronger connection than what was considered ordinary. Though with the disapproval of many of the Clergy, the relationship was never exactly hidden from the public – inside and outside Emeritus Abbey.
It was His Eminence Papa Emeritus III who carried out the reconsideration of first reform of the "Law of Servants", allowing once again in decades the ghouls to occupy common spaces with humans without the 'Required or Emergency' strict rule to the Ghost project Ghouls (only) and giving his Ghouls rooms on the ground floor, removing them from the dungeons.
It is known, of course, that His Eminence also broke the rule that forbade the servants to present themselves to the master without wearing the masks.
Omega stayed by his side during dark masses as well, helping him with organization, sermons and even accompanying him to his rooms (where he often stayed late at night). They were inseparable, a demonstration of their true nature of each other.
I know there is a lot left to say. Question me in any way, I will seek the truth for you all.
Preface: Staying in the bishopric in Poland for a month brought nostalgia to His Eminence. He did not miss home, but those who stayed there.
warnings: mentions of blood, very suggestive but not exactly explicit content
[LECHERY FROM THE CLERGY]
While still a Cardinal, in the papacy of His Eminence Papa Emeritus II, the third son Emeritus had to make the official visits to his bishopric – in Poland¹. However, that time – and for a long time he postponed the trip – a greater opposition was demonstrated and imposed a condition: his esteemed Ghoul, summoned from his own blood almost two years ago, would have to go with him.
The condition was rejected as many times as insistence. And in the end, there he went without Omega. Attempts to shorten the distance began, then, with words of longing, passion and reflections.
For you: a letter written by His Eminence Papa Emeritus III to his Omega Ghoul.
SUGESTIVE CONTENT BELOW
----
❝My beloved Omega,
You've been on my mind since early this morning. When I got up to follow the week's announcements (something I wasn't obligated to do, but I saw fit as the example I once was here), when I walked into the dining hall, when I walked out of the dining hall, when I wandered the halls of that chapel, when I wandered the expanse of that huge property. You never left my mind.
Nostalgia still corrodes me. Where is the man I was? When did he disappear? The past can be so comforting, looking back in time now. The hallways aren't as wide as they appeared to be, but when the morning sunlight streams in through stained glass and stone windows, I feel like nothing has changed all that much.
Then, I search for the young version of myself whenever some surface with reflective characteristics appears in my path, or else I search for myself somewhere here, sitting in the corner seats, to feed the unreal possibility and hope of finding myself in the centre of the table, of the room, of the circle of people.
I see nothing and I feel empty.
I feel empty, but now I think maybe that is because of your absence. I miss you, Omega, full time. I miss the feeling of having you in the same space as me. I miss your voice echoing through the room. I miss the warmth of your body. I miss feeling myself shudder when your warm breath whispers in my ear. And what an effort I make in the struggle to stay whole as your hands roam my body, stripping me bare!
Now, in this room too big for one person, one person alone, I can't stop look away from the paper to the bed of sheets as white as tonight's moon, covered by a heavy purple blanket as if to keep me sane for one more instant. My mind even then plagues me and makes me imagine all the possible ways we could both be there, when I well know that if you were here, you'd do something that would take me completely by surprised.
Whatever it was, I have no doubt it would be so good!
What I suspect is that the bed would be the place where we would end up. Before then, I see us cuddled in the bathtub, lost in each other's arms as I leave those lips of yours fuller than they usually are, with a more intense colour. My hands tattooing your body with the softness that makes you shiver, all mine! And then a sigh as you drop your head back, murmuring my name and a plea to our Dark Lord.
I amuse myself, in the meantime. I lure you. I seduce you. I bewitch you until the moment I know that- yes, it will be your turn to grab me.
Finally! because I couldn't stand to be like this anymore either, so close but so far from what we truly want.
The dance to bed would be slow but short. A struggle for the lead, desperate and brusque hands seeking to touch as much skin as possible at the same close while knowing neither of us will win, but it's just the answer to so much desire.
I am confident that I will be the one to throw you to bed first. You will fall into this grandiose bed absurdity alone, helpless and panting – because I have successfully disentangled myself from your arms and just stood there, watching you from above.
Ah, how beautiful, my dear Omega! My beloved Ghoul, my most faithful companion, piece of my soul and blood...
I'll stay like this to ensnare you for brief seconds. I also know that I won't last long to see that beautiful body of yours lost in the sheets without touching it. Our bodies attract each other with a supernatural force. What can I do besides obey it?
Feel the bed less resistant the moment I land a knee on either side of one of your legs: that's all I want. My hands moving up your torso to your shoulders, to your neck, to the back of your head, to your hair. And pull it. A light, warning tug. And then another, when you've barely had time to react to the first, a stronger one.
My knee moves forward. A gentle touch, you know, before I lean over your body and my thigh touches you, while I use yours as a consolation too.
I'll take advantage of the position to mark that beautiful chest you have with kisses and bites. Until we get anxious. Too anxious.
I know it will be your turn again. I'm tempted not to fight back and let you hold me like I have the weight of a feather. To curl up in the sheets, to clutch the pillows as if they were a form of solace for when you grab me, less gently, around the waist.
I know what comes next, and I want it. But you look at me deeply, as always, and I tell you from deep within my soul:
"I want to be yours, Omega." And you do. I am yours completely.
I don't know who will breathe a louder sigh next. Me, feeling my skin burning with the immense desire to see you in all your form above me; or you, having my legs intertwined with yours, my hands pulling you to me by your buttocks that in a short time will have reddish stripes drawn on them.
Of one thing I am sure, though.
You will forget your name, mine, and even Profane Father's when you feel yourself in a soft rub against me that will take on more pressure, and then more speed, intensity and soon after wet and slippery. The only thing you'll be able to say will be pleas each time your hips pull back, thrust forward with the expectation of finally finding full comfort between my legs, only to find a shallow glide over the skin of my thigh or groin.
What a shame. So long to wait, and I still ask you to wait a little longer.
I'll get impatient at some point too, I know that. And then, holding your face in both my hands, I'll navigate the feeling of having you here with me, about to let everyone know who you are, what you mean to me, and how well you take me to honor the name of the Old One.
I long for you to fill the emptiness of this bed so bad, Omega.
For now, I try to make do with the images that bring to my mind and what my hands can only sparsely imitate of you.
I want to see you so, so, so much... May time be merciful to me.
Forever yours, nocturnal me
Terzo❞
– Terzo Emeritus to Nameless Ghoul, 29th August 2014
° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
¹ Memories of Bp. Necropolitus Cracoviensis
After the death of Papa Emeritus III, many letters exchanged between him and his ghoul were discovered in the office, in bedrooms, and even in vinyl cabinets.
The contents are diverse, but we can see that they had a stronger connection than what was considered ordinary. Though with the disapproval of many of the Clergy, the relationship was never exactly hidden from the public – inside and outside Emeritus Abbey.
It was His Eminence Papa Emeritus III who carried out the reconsideration of first reform of the "Law of Servants", allowing once again in decades the ghouls to occupy common spaces with humans without the 'Required or Emergency' strict rule to the Ghost project Ghouls (only) and giving his Ghouls rooms on the ground floor, removing them from the dungeons.
It is known, of course, that His Eminence also broke the rule that forbade the servants to present themselves to the master without wearing the masks.
Omega stayed by his side during dark masses as well, helping him with organization, sermons and even accompanying him to his rooms (where he often stayed late at night). They were inseparable, a demonstration of their true nature of each other.
I know there is a lot left to say. Question me in any way, I will seek the truth for you all.
Something that amazes me is opening the app and seeing that there are still people reading what I wrote, despite the so long time I didn't publish anything.
