It was strange knowing how you had previously worked so passionately and obsessively for his twin, now boss of the clergy, and now the new Papa is around, you're like a dog. You await for your new beloved papa to come back from his ritual, the distant echo of chanting still reverberating through the stone walls as you stand in the dimly lit corridor, the faint scent of incense clinging to your habit.

This new Papa was different. He was less...human. His small actions mimicked his brother, yet there was something vampire-like about him - sharp fangs just visible when he spoke, his mismatched eyes scouting ferally as they scanned the room, and his elegant purple robes sweeping dramatically across the cold stone floor, a long mitre atop his silver-masked face, claws barely visible beneath his sleeves, creating the strong, powerful image of a Papa who commanded both fear and desire.

Being a sister of sin meant life in the clergy was the same everyday, from supporting rituals with aching feet after hours of standing, to the boring paperwork that blurred together in your mind, listening to the ghouls fight or play in the distance. This monotony always made your mind wander to the most lewdest of places, the papas had so much power over you, and oh did V know it - he could read it in your eyes whenever he passed.

You finished your work for the night, the ink from your quill still drying as you closed the heavy ledger. As you make your way to see everyone after the ritual, your sandals clicking against the marble floors, you walk down the long corridor to see Perpetua, slowly and elegantly making his way toward you in his robes, as if he was some unearthly vision. You stop in front of him, heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement, happy to see him despite the way he made you feel so small. He gives you the smuggest look, those mismatched eyes burning into yours, and slowly points down to the floor. "Another successful ritual," he purrs, his voice like velvet with an edge of menace. "Now don't you want to make your papa proud? That's it little one, on the floor. You like it, don't you.." he smirked as he pressed a foot against your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you down to your knees. "You slave away all day, all for this? What a pathetic woman," he degraded, but you were lost for it, already feeling that familiar warmth pooling between your legs as you settled onto the cold floor before him.