My fondest memory would be the holiday season. Which, I know, is fairly ironic given the nature of Ghost and what we stand for. But having everyone together- Sister Imperator, all of the Emeritus sons, Ghouls and Ghoulettes alike, Brothers and Sisters of Sin.... even Nihil, I suppose- is a memory I will deeply cherish for the rest of my days. Our traditions in the Ministry carry on even to our holidays now and still are full of life and lifted spirits, though the parts that are missing will forever be remembered and missed. In a way, it's my fondest memory and my most bittersweet.

~ B. Dante Armani

I see what you have done there. Though, I am certain I can do the same for you, and have you whispering praises of Satan throughout the night. ~🥀

Bishop steps into his office and gazes down at the items on his desk curiously. He picks up the rose tenderly and brings it to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent for a moment before setting it down and taking the envelope instead. Taking hold of a decorated letter opener from his desk, he tears the envelope open, looking inside at the contents curiously.

My favorite place in the Ministry happens to be the garden. Whenever I have some downtime, I like to spend some time there, reading a book or simply enjoying the peace and quiet, as it never lasts long at the Ministry.

Package in hand, Aidan threw open the door to the funeral home and stormed inside, face a mask of rage. "Bishop!" He roared, slamming the door shut behind him and moving inside, dark eyes darting around the large room in search of the fair haired vampire. Messing with him online was one thing. Even bringing that woman by in the middle of the night had been something he could look past. But this - leaving him a human heart on his doorstep - wasn't something he could just pretend didn't happen.