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Volunteer!Reader x Ghost (The Band) pt. 2

Pt. 1 Summary: reader actually meets people!! meeting with Sister and the ministry goes ok? ok enough Warning!! really stupid google translate Italian because I will take italian speaking emeritus family to my grave (thank you papaganda series that lasted 2 episodes, also the Italian was last minute so uh shhhhh) WC: 3,160

The sun from the window hits your eyes, waking you up around 9 AM. Your nose and eyes are dry this morning after forgetting to turn on your humidifier last night, but hey at least you got to sleep in. Throwing off your covers, you stumble to the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the light. You half heartedly brush your teeth while trying to regain sentience after a deep sleep last night.

Now slightly more awake, the walk back to your bed is better coordinated. Sitting back down you feel around for your phone. Unlocking it you see a few unimportant notifications, some friends updating their lives on social media, Maya texting a picture of her cuddled in Vivian's arms bidding you a goodnight that you were asleep for.

You clear all notifications before turning to your laptop. You had brought it in bed with you to binge some show then promptly knocking out, but now it seems a good time as any to check if ‘The Clergy’ responded to you at all. Booting it up, you close the tabs from whatever sleep deprived you thought to create up last night. Opening your college’s homepage, you hesitate to check your email. Originally you thought it would be an easy rejection, but something was actually making you nervous about that idea.

Shaking your head you just decide to face it and click your email. At first you see nothing, just a few spam emails with useless information about campus, until you scroll down a little bit and see a response about only 30 minutes after you sent in the initial email. You suck in a breath of anticipation, within the first few lines a member called Sister Imperator asks you to come in for an interview today. Wait… today? “Shit.” You scramble off the bed, rushing to your closet for suitable interview clothes. In the middle of hopping around, trying to put your pants on, you realize you don’t even know where to go. Leaving your pants half on you hunch back over your bed to look up their address.

Good thing the interview was at least an hour away, and while you don’t have a car, the public transportation is pretty good in this cit- wait… Looking up the place in your maps app you realize its in the middle of a fucking forest an hour away. Fuck but with the bus system its at least two hours. “Damnitdamnitsonofabitch-” You’re back to speed dressing, zipping up your pants and choosing a good button up shirt, you grab a jacket before stuffing your laptop in your bag and pulling on some boots.

You race out to the nearest bus stop, looking up the right bus number to get to the Clergy. Sitting down in the little terminal you bounce your leg in anxiety. Fuck you hope you make it in time. Looking at the map there’s still a bit of a trek to get there from the bus, but if you catch the right bus at the right time, the walk should be no problem. Sister Imperator said the interview was at 1, it’s about 10 now, so as long as the bus runs on schedule, you should get there around 12:30. Maybe even 12:40, but the walk looks like it takes less than 10 minutes so everything should be fine. You send off a quick confirmation to Sister Imperator just as the bus arrives. Swiping your pass you sit down next to a window in the back and settle in for a long ride.

Choosing a random playlist, you decide to look up some more information about this Clergy. Going back to the website you found their listing on, not much more information was given other than their want for a kind of intern. There was something about a ghost or whatever but maybe that's just spooky Satanist talk, either way the line that mentioned it was deleted at some point probably this morning. It didn’t scare you off anyways, it's not like you’ve ever encountered ghosts before, that you can recall at least, so it shouldn’t be a problem. All you can really find on them is that they’re Satanists and they started this whole thing sometime in the 60s.

They’re pretty obscure, you’re surprised you can find anything at all, there’s not even a picture of the place. Just an address that you’re choosing to trust, which isn’t the best idea now that you’re thinking about it… But hey it’ll be an interesting story if nothing else. For now you just close your eyes for the next hour and a half and listen to your music until your stop.

As the bus makes its twists and turns, the sun flashes across your face. Thankfully it was still early spring, so the weather outside was cooler in the morning until about 3pm ish. The walk through the forest shouldn’t leave you too warm and sweaty from the sun, not the best first impression for a job interview.

Almost 2 hours later you come up to the end of the last stop on this line. Some shabby little wooden terminal that looks like it hasn’t been maintained in years. You thank the driver on your way out and bring up your phone’s map to check which trail to follow. It looked simple enough, about a 10 minute walk through a nice looking forest wasn’t bad. Starting your trek up the path, you get the sense that someone’s watching you. You keep walking, but looking around you don’t see anyone else up here. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, not hostile but wary.

Every so often you think you imagine that the sunlight peeking through the tangle of leaves and branches are eyes peering down at you, watching you move through the barely recognizable gravel path. You turned off your music to be more aware of your surroundings, just in case, but nothing triggered any alarms in your head. Despite being in a dense, dark forest that most people would be cautious about going into, it felt welcoming.

The walk is actually pleasant, a nice breeze passes by every few seconds and the constant cloud cover offers a nice cool spring day. After a few minutes you notice a few spires peeking above the trees. The feeling of being watched passes as the building makes its presence known the closer you get. It’s exactly what you’d expect from a satanic church, classic gothic architecture with beautifully stained glass windows and gargoyles. Like actual fucking gargoyles on every corner. Who the fuck knew this place was all the way out here, and so huge too? It’s at least a couple stories high, and you can even see a few other buildings attached to it in the back.

Checking your phone you notice you’re 10 minutes early, exactly the way you predicted (re. Hoped, wished, and anxiously bit your nails about) it would go. Now that you’re at the steps of the church, you hesitate. Do you knock? Is there a doorbell? You debate your options while walking up, but before you can even raise your hand to the large ornate knocker, the door hinges squeak into movement. It opens to reveal a man wearing a maroon tracksuit and black shirt that says VVULGARI. His appearance slightly startles you. He has deep dark circles around his eyes, you can’t tell if it's makeup or just a really fucked up sleep scedule. And… is he wearing a singular white contect? No that looks too real, but how else could it be that color? Maybe it is makeup because his top lip is black too. You stare at each other for a few seconds, then he speaks, your hand still in the air for a moment.

“Ah… Hello.” He awkwardly waves in your general direction. “I am Pa- er Copia. I am Copia.” He extends his hand to shake yours briefly before gesturing for you to enter. “Sister Imperator asked me to meet you at the door. We eh… didn’t expect you to be early but it's better than being late no?”

“Yeah… uhh I didn’t realize how long it would take to get here this morning, especially on the bus. You guys are pretty remote out here huh.” You say, looking around the foyer. It feels a lot more home-y than you expected despite the cold stone walls. The red carpet gives a nice bounce to your step as you start to follow this Copia guy out of the foyer.

“The bus? It’s been awhile but there is a little station out there huh. I thought it was put out of service…” he continues muttering to himself as you walk through multiple doors. You pass a few people on your way to what you assume where Sister Imperator’s office is. Quite frankly you’re putting a lot of trust in these people you don’t know. You do seem to notice the people you pass are wearing nun habits and frocks, but sexy? Some are modest and almost pious looking, so they’re customizable to their own tastes, but almost every one of them has one accessory in common. An upside down cross rosary, but with what looks like a capital G in the middle.

They stare at you and whisper to each other as you pass. Was it because you’re dressed weird? Or maybe because they’ve just never seen you before. That’s a better thought than whatever the anxiety in your mind was trying to tell you. It seems fair enough, this place really is removed from the city, It would make sense that they don’t get many “outsiders” so to speak.

Amidst Copia’s mumbling he seemed to be startled by something. “Oh mio Satana- I never asked. You are the applicant for the intern position si?” Looking away from the “nuns” you nod. “Oh yeah- yes I am. I mean it would be kinda weird if I just followed you in.” You laugh nervously while you fiddle with the cuff of your sleeve.

“Good, good, yes…” He trails off, clapping his hands together and picking up the pace he had previously. “We’ve never had quite a job like this here, so this will be new for all of us. But Sister Imperator should know what to do.” Copia looks back occasionally to make sure you’re keeping up. “Uh huh, I mean I’ve heard of volunteering for Christian churches or whatever, but I didn’t know it was a thing for Satanic churches. I didn’t even know they had physical buildings, well at least to this scale.” You say, looking out the windows to what looks like a nicely sized greenhouse and gazebo.

“We are a bit of a special situation, but she will tell you everything you need to know.” He pauses in front of a door at the end of a hallway before knocking. A woman’s muffled voice came from behind the door. “Come in.” Copia looks back at you, smiling nervously as he opens the door to a large office. Behind a huge wooden desk, sits an older woman. The gothic arched window shines natural light from behind, highlighting the stray hairs that escaped from her low bun. She looks up at you, smiling and clapping her hands together.

“Ah! Here you are, our newest little candidate.” She gestures to the two huge leather seats in front of her desk “Please sit, we have much to talk about before you decide to take the position, C? Could you go get the others? We’ll introduce them after our talk here.” You sit down hesitantly, tilting your head slightly while the leather whines under the new weight as Copia (C?) exits the room hurriedly.

Sister Imperator turns back to you, clasping her hands together and placing them on her desk. “Now, we do things differently here. You just heard me talk about the ‘others’. Like churches have Fathers, we have our own version. We have our Papas!’

You stare at her for a moment, furrowing your eyebrows. “Like… just… Papas?” She smiles at you, nodding her head, and pulls out a couple records from under her desk, each with the word “Ghost” on them. The same Ghost that was mentioned in their listing.

“Back in the 60s, when the Ministry first started, we had the idea of starting a band to further spread our reach.” She lays the records one by one on her desk, in a line. You’re assuming in the order of their release. “Each time a frontman is promoted, he gains the title of ‘Papa’. So far we have had four. I wanted you to meet them so you can form your decision, since you’ll mainly be working with them.”

You look down at the records, skeletal faces and figures staring back at you. “What will I be doing?” You ask, tracing a finger over the edges of the record covers. “Nothing too strenuous, basically a type of assistant for whichever Papa you choose for the day, or whatever hours you can manage.”

“Ok, that sounds… doable.” Just as you look back up at Sister Imperator, a knock sounds through the room. Turning in the chair, you’re met with four pairs of mismatched eyes. What caught your attention, apart from the apparently common white eye around here, was the fact that every one of them, except Copia, had skull makeup that matched the records in front of you. One of them looked much calmer than the others, holding his hands together in front of his body, wearing black and red robes. The next wore green and black robes, with a more stern expression. Although it might just be the makeup because the third one has such a different atmosphere to him, with a more stylized skull than the others.

You can’t help but wonder if they just walk around like that, full garb and everything. While looking them over, Sister Imperator stands up from behind her desk. She walks over to stand next to you, gesturing in your general direction before addressing the men.

“Thank you all for coming. As you may know, we got an applicant for the internship position. I thought it would be beneficial for them to meet you before accepting the position.” You stumble on your way up from the leather seat, feeling the need to stand while Sister Imperator tells them about you. Looking between the Papas and Sister for an awkwardly quiet moment, the second Papa approaches you. He gently reaches for your hand, waiting until you choose to place it in his palm, then he bows slightly to place a light peck on the back. For such a scary looking man, he’s very gentle with you, maybe not wanting to scare you off.

Watching him with slightly widened eyes, he backs away a step to introduce himself. “I am the second Papa Emeritus, but you may call me Secondo.” And before you can stop yourself, you ask “You’re literally named Two?” immediately slapping your hands over your mouth, kinda horrified that you just said that to his face. They all chuckle, the third one actually full belly laughing as he comes up behind Secondo and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Si, si, our father was not very creative! That old man back there is named Primo, you’ve already met little Copia, and you may know me as Terzo.” A devilish grin spreads across his face, which you guess is appropriate considering who they worship here. You raise your eyebrows as ‘Primo’ heaves a sigh, joining the others that have now moved closer to you. “You may ignore our brother Terzo over there, we do, constantly.” he says, lifting your hand like Secondo did, but holding it in both hands instead of kissing it. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable though, Primo exudes a more peaceful feeling compared to the others, and smells slightly like… roses?

“We have never offered a position like this before, but we hope you feel at ease here.” He gives one little affirming shake of your hand, then let's go, stepping back to be in line with the other Papas, who you’ve just learned are his brothers. Seemingly feeling left out, Copia peeks his head out from behind the line of siblings, offering a shy wave towards you. “We have already met earlier, but it’s nice to, eh, formally meet you.”

Terzo looks back, rolling his eyes and shaking his head while talking to you “He is our current Papa, hard to believe he’s able to manage a whole band of ghouls-” Secondo elbows him in the ribs in the middle of his sentence, giving him a stern look. “What-” you start to ask before Sister Imperator places her hands on your shoulders, attempting to lead you out of her office. “Well that’s enough of that!” she exclaims, pushing you past the gaggle of Papas. “Why don’t we take a tour through the ministry! See what our buildings have to offer!” Taking a quick look just as you pass the doorway, you catch Primo hitting Terzo on the back of his head, and talking to him in Italian, which you assume is him being reprimanded for whatever he just said.

“Do I get to ask what that was about?” You look towards Sister Imperator, who has since slowed down from her previous pace of rushing out of that room. “Don’t you worry about him, he was our more ‘out of the box’ Papa in past years.” She assures you, patting you on the back. “It’s nothing you won’t get to know eventually, if you do want to work here that is.” You exhale a single laugh, apparently there was more going on here than you originally thought.

Going through the tour, nothing very exciting happens. You pass by some other nun looking people, who you learn from Sister Imperator are called the sisters of sin. Even with Imperator, you still get strange looks, until she catches them looking.

You do meet another Papa though, apparently their father, as he’s called Nihil. He’s a strange old man, looking like he’s about to disintegrate if you walk by him too fast. But after meeting him, the tour comes to an end. As Sister Imperator walks up to the front door, she pauses. “I hope you do consider taking up the intern position. You don’t have to answer now, but I hope to see your decision within the next few days.” She smiles one last time before opening the door for you, waving as you walk out.

You pause once you reach the bottom of the front steps, it had certainly gone better than you thought. But you didn’t even know what to expect walking into this. Taking a breath, you start walking back to the little bus station. The feeling of being watched comes back, but it somehow feels calmer this time around.

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